Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

All Fools · chunk 33 of 38

Chapman, George · published 1605 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · before the Court
T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.73 · 496 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

Set me the Table here, we will shift rooms, To see if Fortune will shift chances with us: Sit Ladies, fit, Fortunio place thy wench, And Claudio place you Darioto's mistress, I wonder where that neat spruce slave becomes: I think he was some barber's son by th'mass, 'tis such a picked fellow, not a hair About his whole Bulk, but it stands in print, Each Pin hath his due place, not any point, But hath his perfect tie, fashion, and grace, A thing whose soul is specially employed In knowing where best Gloves, best Stockings, Waistcoats, Curiously wrought are sold; sacks milliner's shops For all new tires and fashions, and can tell ye What new devices of all sorts there are: And that there is not in the whole Rialto, But one new-fashioned waistcoat, or one Nightcap, One pair of Gloves, pretty or well perfumed, And from a pair of Gloves of half a crown, To twenty crowns: will to a very scute Smell out the price: and for these womanly parts He is esteemed a witty Gentleman. See where he comes. God save you lovely Ladies. I well said lovely Paris, your wall eye, Must ever first be gloating on men's wives, You think to come upon us, being half drunk, And so to part the freshest man amongst us, But you shall overtake us, I'll be sworn. Tush man where are your dice? let's fall to them. We have been at am, Drawer, call for more. First let's have Wine, Dice have no perfect edge, Without the liquid whetstone of the syrup. True, and to welcome Darioto's lateness, He shall (unpledged) carouse one crowned cup To all these ladies' health. I am well pleased. Come on, let us vary our sweet time With sundry exercises, Boy? Tobacco. And Drawer, you must get us music too, Calls in a cleanly noise, the slaves grow lousy. You shall have such as we can get you sir. Let's have some Dice: I pray thee, they are cleanly. Page, Let me see that leaf? Itis not Leafe Sir, Tis pudding cane Ta But I mean, your Linstock sir, what leaf is that I pray I pray you see sir, for I cannot read. 'sfoot a rank stinking Satire: this had been Enough to have poisoned every man of us. And now you spake of that, my Boy oe lid A pipe of Cane Tobacco with a piece Of a vild Ballad, and I'll swear I had A singing in my head a whole week after. Well, th'old verse is, A Aptibus incipe io-. Drawer, fill out this Gentleman's Carouse, And harden him for our society. Well Ladies here is to your honoured healths. What Dariotto, without hat or knee? Well said Fortunio, O you're a rare Courtier, Your knee good signor, I beseech your knee. Nay pray you, let's take it by degrees Valerio; on our feet first, for this will bring's too soon upon our knees.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayAll Fools
AuthorChapman, George
Publication year (edition)1605
First performance / composition (Annals)1601
First performance (BritDrama)1604 [late]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
Theaterbefore the Court;Blackfriars;
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 518 · TCP A18400 · DEEP 407
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1824–1884 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 38 in this edition
Length496 words · 683 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.726 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T21 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Set me the Table heere, we will shift roomes, To see if Fortune will shift chances with vs: Sit Ladies, fit, Fortunio place thy wench, And Claudio place you Dariotos mistresse, I wonder where that neate spruce aue becomes: I thinke he was some Barbers sonne by th'masse, Tis such a picked fellow, not a haire About his whole Bulke, but it stands in print, Each Pinne hath his due place, not any point, But hath his perfect tie, fashion, and grace, A thing whose soule is specially imployde In knowing where best Gloues, best Stockings, Wasecotes, Curiously wrought are solde; sacks Milleners shop For all new tyres and fashions, and can tell yee What new deuices of all sorts there are: And that there is not in the whole Rialto, But one new-fashion'd Wast-cote, or one Night-cap, One pate of Gloues, pretty or well perfum'd, And from a paire of Gloues of halfe a crowne, To twenty crownes: will to a very scute Smell out the price: and for these womanly parts He is esteem'd a witty Gentleman. See where he comes. God saue you louely Ladies. I well said louely Paris, your wall eye, Must euer first be gloting on mens wiues, You thinke to come vpon vs, being halfe drunke, And so to part the freshest man amongst vs, But you shall ouer-take vs, Ile be sworne. Tush man where are your dice? lets fall to them. We haue bin at am, Drawer, call for more. First lets haue Wine, Dice haue no perfect edge, Without the liquid whetstone of the Sirrope. True, and to welcome Darioto's latenes, He shall (pledg'd) carouze one crowned cup To all these Ladies health. I am well plasd. Come on, let vs varie our sweete time With sundy excercises, Boy? Tabacco. And Drawer, you must get vs musique too, Calls in a cleanly noyse, the slaues grow lowzy. You shall haue such as we can get you sir. Let's haue some Dice: I pray thee, they are clenly▪ Page, Lt mee see that ▪ Itis not Leafe Sir, Tis pudding cane Ta But I meane, your slock sir, what lease is that I pray I pray you see sir, for I cannot read. a rancke stincking Satyre: this had been Enough to haue poyned euerie man of vs. And now you spake of that, my Boy oe lid A pipe of Cane Tabacco with a pce Of a vild Bllad, and Ile sweare I had A singing in my head a whole weeke after. Well, th'old verse is, A Aptibus incipe io-. Drawer, fill out this Gentlemans Carowse, And harden him for our societie. Well Ladies heere is to your honourd healths. What Dariotto, without hat or knee? Well said Fortunio, O y'are a rar Courtier, Your knee good Signior, I beseech your knee. Nay pray you, lets take it by degrees Ualerio; on our feete first, for this will bring's too soone vpon our .