2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 30 of 44
Heywood, Thomas · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.83 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
This jewel's a Love: ask my life 'tis thine: But this an English factor whom you know Gave me at his departure out of Rhone, And I have vowed to keep it for his sake, Any thing but this jewel. But if I could get his jewel cleanly, and carry it him over at my return for a token, 'twere a jest worth laughing at: but and thou wilt not give me this jewel, prithee give me this same chain to were for thy sake. This was another countryman of yours, He made me swear to keep't till his return: Ask me aught else, 'tis thine. Why then this Ring. That you of all the favours that I wear Could find out nothing but this ring? This ring, A toy not worth the giving: yet I sooner Would part with life than this, a dying friend Bequeathed it at his death: But honey Love What shouldst thou talk of giving, 'tis a word Worn out of use, it sounds not well in French: A man should still say take, take to his Wench. Then I say take, take this and this, still take heed of me lest I show you a slippery trick for this, 'tis the kindest wench in Christendom, but she'll part with nothing: Shall we have another wooing Room? What Rome thou pleasest, dear heart I agree, Where ere I go, there shall be room for thee. Any then, I may chance to make you wish rather my room then, my company and you look not the better to't. I have slipped o'er into France, and in my slippers Given all my friends the slip, to see this Gallant My man, he that hath matched me: bones a me, The knave's a Prophet, else it could not be. he's not at his Lodging; yet by an English Factor, A fellow knows not me, I was directed Unto this house, I'll know what business The knave hath here. Pulsat. whose's there? whose's at the door? (man? Damsel good day, is there not a fellow here an Englishman Here's? an Englishman, but none of your fellow neither: I hope sir we are not all fellows at football. Nay bones a me Girl, there's no reason we should he fellows, but prithee my wench is there not one Iack Gresha here? No goodman look like a Goose, but there's one M. Iohn Gresham an English Gentleman here: and you know no manners, you would be caught some. Bones a me goodman Master, Master servant, Old goodman Hobson keeps Gentlemen to his men Jack turned to M. Iohn, mary sir reverence, The french maid taught me manners: well I hope We shall have a sight of the Gentleman. As you use yourself you may, and you may not. Thou seest this jewel well becomes mine ear, This Ring my finger, and this chain mine arm. I'll be thy jewel at thy lips i'll hang, And as this Ring thy finger compasseth, So shall these arms thy waste: these are but toys, Let me displace them.
nodes 1510–1556 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 44 in this edition
Length
514 words · 677 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.825 (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)
This Iewel's a Loue: aske my life tis thine: But this an English factor whom you know Gaue me at his departure out of Rhoane, And I haue vow'd to keepe it for his sake, Any thing but this Iewell. But if I could get his Iewell cleanly, and carry it him ouer at my returne for a token, t'were a iest worth laughing at: but and thou wilt not giue me this Iewell, prethe giue mee this same chaine to were for thy sake. This was another Countrey-mans of yours, He made me sweare to kep't till his returne: Aske me aught else, tis thine. Why then this Ring. That you of all the fauours that I weare Could finde out nothing but this ring? This ring, A toy not worth the giuing: yet I sooner Would part with life then this, a dying friend Bequeath'd it at his death: But honey Loue What shouldst thou talke of giuing, tis a word Worne out of vse, it sounds not well in French: A man should still say take, take to his Wench. Then I say take, take this and this, still take heed of me least I shew you a slipperie tricke for this, tis the kindest wench in Christendome, but sheele part with nothing: Shall we haue another woing Roome? What Rome thou pleasest, deare heart I agree, VVhere ere I goe, there shall be roome for thee. Any then, I may chance to make you wish rather my roome then, my companie and you looke not the better too't. I haue slipt or'e into France, and in my slippers Giuen all my friends the slippe, to see this Gallant My man, he that hath matcht me: bones a me, The knaue's a Prophet, else it could not be. Hee's not at his Lodging; yet by an English Factor, A fellow knowes not me, I was directed Vnto this house, Ile know what busines The knaue hath here. Pulsat. VVhose there? whose at the doore? (man? Damsell good day, is there not a fellow here an English-Here's an English-man, but none of your fellow neither: I hope sir we are not all fellowes at foote-ball. Nay bones a me Girle, there's no reason we should he fellowes, but prethe my wench is there not one Iack Gresha here? No goodman looke like a Goose, but ther's one M. Iohn Gresham an English Gentleman here: and you know no maners, you would be caught some. Bones a me goodman Master, Master seruant, Old goodman Hobson keeps Gentlemen to his men Iacke turn'd to M. Iohn, mary sir reuerence, The french maid taught me manners: well I hope VVe shall haue a sight of the Gentleman. As you vse your selfe you may, and you may not. Thou seest this Iewell well becomes mine eare, This Ring my signger, and this chaine myne arme. Ile be thy Iewell at thy lippes ile hang, And as this Ring thy finger compasseth, So shall these armes thy waste: these are but toyes, Let me displace them.