The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 18 of 35
Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.83 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Come hither servant, What's the matter betwixt you two? Nothing but (hark you) he did me some uncivil discourtesies last night, for which, because I should not call him to account, he desires to make me any satisfaction: the Coward trembles at my very presence, but I ha' him on the hip, i'll take the forfeit on his Ring. What's that you whisper to her? Nothing Sir, but satisfy her, that the Ring was not pawned, but only lent by you to grace my finger, and so told her I craved your pardon, for being too familiar, or indeed overbold with your reputation. Yes indeed he did, he said you desired to make him any satisfaction for an uncivil discourtesy you did him last night, but he said he had you a the hip and would take the forfeit of your ring. How now ye base Poltroon? Hold, hold, my mistress speaks by contraries. Contraries. She jests, faith only jests. Sir, I'll no more a your service, you are a child, I'll give you to my nurse. And he come to me, I can tell you as old as I am, what to do with him. I offer my service forsooth. Why so, now every dog has his bone to gnaw on. The Mask holds, Master Caqueteur. I am ready Sir, Mistress I'll dance with you, near fear, I'll grace you. I tell you I can my singles and my doubles and my trick a xxtie, my carantapace, my traverse forward, and my falling back yet i'faith. Mine, the provision for the night is ours. Much must be our care, till night we leave you, I am your servant be not tyrannous, Your virtue won me, faith my love's not lust, Good wrong me not, my most fault is much trust. Until night only my heart be with you. Farewell sister. Adieu brother, come on sister for these since to Let's meet and practise presently. Content, weele but fit our pumpes, Count ye vermine. My friend, wished hours, what news from Babylon? How does the woman of Sin, and natural concupiscence? The eldest child of nature near beholded So damned a creature. What, In nova fert animus mutatas dicere formas? which way bears the Tide? Dear loved Sir, I find a mind courageously vicious, may put on a desperate security, but can never be blessed with a firm enjoying and self satisfaction. what passion is this, my dear Lindabridis. 'tis well, we both may jest, I ha' been tempted to your death. What is the rampant Cockatrice grown mad for the loss of her men? Devilishly mad. As most assured of my second love. Right. She would have had this ring. ay, and this heart, and in true proof you were slain I should bring her this ring, from which she was assured You would not part, until from life you parted. For which deed, and only for which deed, I should possess her sweetness.
nodes 580–618 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 35 in this edition
Length
495 words · 660 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.826 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Come hether ſeruant, What's the matter betwixt you two? Nothing but (hearke you) he did me ſome vnciuile diſcourteſies laſt night, for which, becauſe I ſhould not call him to account, hee deſires to make me any ſatisfaction: the Coward trembles at my verie preſence, but I ha him on the hippe, ile take the forfeit on his Ringe. What's that you whiſper to her? Nothing Sir, but ſatisfie her, that the Ringe was not pawnd, but onely lent by you to grace my finger, and ſo tould her I crau'd your pardon, for being too familiar, or indeed ouer with your reputation. Yes indeede he did, he ſaid you deſired to make him any ſatiſfaction for an vnciuill diſcourteſie you did him laſt night, but he ſaid he had you a the hyp and would take the forfeit of your ring. How now ye baſe Pultrone? Hold, hold, my miſtreſſe ſpeakes by contraries. Contraries. She ieſts, faith onely ieſts. Sir, Ile no more a your ſeruice, you are a childe, Ile giue you to my nurſe. And he come to me, I can tell you as olde as I am, what to doe with him. I offer my ſeruice forſooth. Why ſo, now euery dogge has his bone to knawe on. The Maske holds, Maſter Caqueer. I am ready Sir, Miſtreſſe Ile daunce with you, neare feare, Ile grace you. I tell you I can my ſingles and my doubles and my tricke a xxtie, my carantapace, my trauerſe forward, and my falling backe yet ifaith. Mine, the prouiſion for the night is ours. Much muſt be our care, till night we leaue you, I am your ſeruant be not tirannous, Your vertue wan me, faith my loues not luſt, Good wrong me not, my moſt fault is much truſt. Vntill night onely my heart be with you Adieu brother, come on ſiſter for theſe ſince to Lets meete and practiſe preſently. Content, weele but fit our pumpes, Count ye vermine. My friend, wiſhed houres, what newes from How dos the woman of Sinne, and naturall The eldeſt child of nature nere So dam'd a creature. What, In noua fx animus dicere formas? which way beares the Tyde? Deare loued Sir, I finde a minde courageouſly vitious, may put on a deſperate ſecuritie, but can neuer bee bleſſed with a firme inioying and ſelfe ſatiſfaction. what paſſion is this, my deare Lindabridis. Tis well, we both may ieſt, I ha beene tempted to your death. What is the rampat Cocatrice growne mad for the loſſe of hir men? Deuiliſhly mad. As moſt aſſured of my ſecond loue. Right. She would haue had this ring. I, and this heart, and in true proofe you were ſlaine I ſhould bring her this ring, from which ſhe was aſſured You would not part, vntill from life you parted. For which deede, and onely for which deede, I ſhould poſſeſſe her ſweetneſſe.