Day, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.80 · 512 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
I am not Secretary to his thoughts, but the general rumour is, that out of the freeness of his spirit, he hath sent a challenge to all his neighbour Princes, that whosoever (within a twelve month) can defeat him of his daughters, shall with their loves enjoy his Dukedom, the garland proposed for the victors. Your words throw sense into me, and that's the cause the Island is so surely guarded with Watchtowers, over which ourselves and other Captains have the charge. And to the end that not affection, but desert may prove victor, are the two Ladies so narrowly observed, the one never out a the eye of her Father, the other continually in the lodge of Dametas, the Duke's chief director. If inquisitive be not too bold a guest, what do you think of Dametas? As of a little hillock, made great with others ruins. Your comparison holds, for by report, his avarice has unmade many to make him up. How did he first stumble on the Prince's favour? As some do upon offices, by fortune and flattery, or as truth says, the Prince having one day lost his way, wand'ring in the woods, found this Dametas, affected his discourse, took him along to the Court, and like great men in love with their own doings, countenanced his defects, gave him offices, titles, and all the additions that go to the making up of a man worshipful. I cannot commend the Duke for raising him, nor yet praise him, that he proportions not his carriage answerable to his fortunes. Your thoughts and mine are twins in that: but I hear the warning bell, some strangers are arrived. Le's to our office then, and conduct them to Dametas, whose custom is to spit and hem, whilst his Scribe Major takes their Examinations. Manasses, how dost like my play at Tennis? You play well, but you lose still. Policy Manasses, policy; for when any man upbraids me with my gettings at Court, I may swear truly, I have lost more than I have got by't. By the Tennis-court I think you have. If by any Court, 'tis enough to save mine oath. But what do our spruce-witted gallants say of my bounty? Faith sir, according to the proportion of it, little or nothing, they say 'tis a bankrupt, and dares not show his head. Then let 'em leave jesting at me, though it please the Duke for some few good parts that he sees in me, to make me his familiar, I scorn to be public, or every Courtier's companion: but who comes here? The Captains of the watchtowers? what news with you? A couple of petitioners, an't like your worship. Had I best take their Petitions, Manasses? O in any case, though you never peruse 'em, 'tis the only course in request. Fellows, deliver your petitions to my Scribe Major, and dost hear? put 'em up Manasses, they may be wrongs to us. And they be, I hope they be not the first wrongs I have put up for your worship.
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512 words · 677 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.802 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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I am not Secretary to his thoughts, but the generall rumour is, that out of the freeneſſe of his ſpirit, he hath ſent a challenge to all his neighbour Princes, that whoſoever (within a twelue moneth) can defeate him of his daughters, ſhall with their loues enioy his Dukedome, the garland propos'd for the victors. Your words throw ſenſe into me, and thats the cauſe the Iland is ſo ſurely guarded with Watch-towers, over which our ſelues and other Captaines haue the charge. And to the end that not affection, but deſert may proue victor, are the two Ladies ſo narrowly obſerved, the one never out a the eye of her Father, the other continually in the lodge of Dametas, the Dukes chiefe director. If inquiſitiueneſſe be not too bold a gueſt, what do you thinke of Dametas? As of a little hillock, made great with others ruines. Your compariſon holds, for by report, his avarice has unmade many to make him up. How did he firſt ſtumble on the Princes favour? As ſome doe upon offices, by fortune and flattery, or as truth ſayes, the Prince having one day loſt his way, wandring in the woods, found this Dametas, affected his diſcourſe, tooke him along to the Court, and like great men in loue with their owne doings, countenanc't his defects, gaue him offices, titles, and all the additions that goe to the making up of a man worſhipfull. I cannot commend the Duke for raiſing him, nor yet praiſe him, that hee proportions not his carriage anſwerable to his fortunes. Your thoughts and mine are twinnes in that: but I heare the warning bell, ſome ſtrangers are arrived. Lets to our office then, and conduct them to Dametas, whoſe cuſtome is to ſpit and hem, whilſt his Scribe Major takes their Examinations. Manaſſes, how doeſt like my play at Tennis? You play well, but you loſe ſtill. Pollicie Manaſſes, pollicie; for when any man upbraides me with my gettings at Court, I may ſweare truly, I haue loſt more then I haue got by't. By the Tennis-court I thinke you haue. If by any Court, tis enough to ſaue mine oath. But what doe our ſpruce-witted gallants ſay of my bountie? Faith ſir, according to the proportion of it, little or nothing, they ſay tis a banckrout, and dares not ſhew his head. Then let em leaue jeſting at me, though it pleaſe the Duke for ſome few good parts that hee ſees in me, to make me his familiar, I ſcorne to be publike, or every Courtiers companion: but who comes heere? The Captaines of the watch-towers? what newes with you? A couple of petitioners, ant like your worſhip. Had I beſt take their Petitions, Manaſſes? O in any caſe, though you never peruſe em, tis the onely courſe in requeſt. Fellowes, deliver your petitions to my Scribe Major, and doſt heare? put em up Manaſſes, they may be wrongs to us. And they bee, I hope they be not the firſt wrongs I haue put up for your worſhip.