Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.73 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Soft, that match is yet to make. Let's cast a choice, the nearest two take one. My choice is cast, help sweet occasion. Come, here's a good. Well, bettered. Best of all. The Duke and I. The weakest go to the wall. I'll lead. I'll follow. We have both one mind. In what? In leaving the old folk behind. Well jested daughter, and you lead not fair, The hindmost hound, though old, may catch the hate. Your last bowl come? By the faith a me, well led, Would I might lead you, Whither? To my bed. I am sure you would not? By this air I would. I hope you would not hurt me, and you should. I'd love you sweet. Sour, so I heard you say. Accept it then. Of what acquaintance pray? Of loves, and mine. Daughter, your bowl wins one. None of my Maidenhead Father, I am gone, The Amason hath won one. Yield to that. The cast I do. yourself? Nay scrape out that. Whose is it yet? The Dukes: play smooth and fine, The smallest help that is, will make your mine. Me yours? Your mine, for though the cast I lose, I ha' won your love. Much: in my other hoof. Come, the last market this cast is worth all the rest. The leader as the follower. Badd's the best, I win her for ten crowns, and there they be. I take your lay. A match twixt you and me. I'll be your half. That were unkindly done. Pardon me mother, I'll bear all or none. I ha' won you Madam. Me? I mean your bet. Then take your winnings, i'll not die in debt. Madam believe me, I am as I protest, a Prince, my name Lisander. Look to the Duke's standing Madam. So I will I warrant you, and to your falling. Thus clouded as you see, for your love, my soul speaks in my tongue: I appointed this match at bowls a purpose to acquaint you with it. bar stealing Father; yet and all hit right, here's one would steal a piece of flesh tonight. Dear Madam. No more words, I have perceived as much in your eye, as you can express with your tongue, and as far as my mother's jealousy would give me leave, answered it with kind looks: your bias stands wrong mother. Why? It stands towards Zelmane's. Hath it stood so long? All the game through. Then all your game's bold wrong: furnish you with necessaries befitting an escape, & my will shall be as ready to take wing, as yours; put in a cast now mother, or the game is gone indeed. Whose is the throw? Ours, till the last bowl came. But that hath wont'em clear, both cast and game. Our winnings come, a kiss and bate the rest. What do you kiss in earnest or in jest? In earnest in good truth. Troth, kindly said, Take heed you kiss not out your maidenhead. In jest?
seed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Soft, that match is yet to make. Lets caſt a choice, the neereſt two take one. My choice is caſt, helpe ſweet occaſion. Come, heere's a good. Well, betterd. Beſt of all. The Duke and I. The weakeſt goe to the wall. Ile lead. Ile follow. We haue both one mind. In what? In leauing the old folke behinde. Well ieſted daughter, and you lead not faire, The hindmoſt hound, though old, may catch the hate. Your laſt Boule come? By the faith a me, well led, Would I might lead you, Whither? To my bed. I am ſure you would not? By this aire I would. I hope you would not hurt me, and you ſhould. I'de loue you ſweet. Sowre, ſo I heard you ſay. Accept it then. Of what acquaintance pray? Of loues, and mine. Daughter, your bowle winnes one. None of my Maidenhead Father, I am gone, The Amaſon hath wonne one. Yeeld to that. The caſt I doe. Your ſelfe? Nay ſcrape out that. Whoſe is it yet? The Dukes: play ſmooth and fine, The ſmalleſt helpe that is, will make your mine. Me yours? Your mine, for tho the caſt I looſe, I ha wonne your loue. Much: in my tother hooſe. Come, the laſt market this caſt is worth all the reſt. The leader as the follower. Badd's the beſt, I winne her for ten crownes, and there they be. I take your lay. A match twixt you and me. Ile be your halfe. That were vnkindly done. Pardon me mother, Ile beare all or none. I ha wonne you Madam. Me? I meane your bet. Then take your winnings, ile not die in debt. Madam beleeue me, I am as I proteſt, a Prince, my name Liſander. Looke to the Dukes ſtanding Madam. So I will I warrant you, and to your falling. Thus clouded as you ſee, for your loue, my ſoule ſpeakes in my tongue: I appointed this match at bowles a purpoſe to acquaint you with it. Barre ſtealing Father; yet and all hit right, Heer's one would ſteale a piece of fleſh to night. Deere Madam. No more words, I haue perceiued as much in your eie, as you can expreſſe with your tongue, and as farre as my mothers ielouſie would giue me leaue, anſwered it with kind lookes: your bias ſtands wrong mother. Why? It ſtands towards Zelmanes. Hath it ſtood ſo long? All the game thro. Then all your game's bold wrong: furniſh you with neceſſaries befitting an eſcape, & my wil ſhal be as ready to take wing, as yours; put in a caſt now mother, or the game is gone indeede. Whoſe is the throw? Ours, till the laſt bowle came. But that hath wont'em cleere, both caſt and game. Our winnings come, a kiſſe and bate the reſt. What doe you kiſſe in earneſt or in ieſt? In earneſt in good trueth. Troth, kindly ſed, Take heed you kiſſe not out your maidenhead. In ieaſt?