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 0.72 · 498 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.
Meaning the gold. What shall I call thy name? Dorus an't like your worship. Ah, good Dorus, be an honest youth Dorus, reverence your Master, and love yourself: be sure to get under me, and you shall lose nothing in my service. Madam, the Duke and Duchess expect you at the hunt, and await your coming at Diana's oak. ●e attend them presently, be a good servant Dorus. 'twill be his own another day Madam. In the mean time let it be yours to lead the way. My service doth attend you. As the Pursuivant doth the prisoner for a double fee. Welcome slave to a slave, a fair presage, The hope of love sweetens loves vass lage. Now and Dametas be the mettle he was stamped for, a right villain. And he be not, hang him. Nay he deserves hanging too if he be: but will you trust him? Yes as far as I see him, and he that trusts him further, my trust is he will be deceived. Indeed, he that will prove false to his maker, will be true to no man. Yes, for the present time, like a bawd to him that gives most That's not for love. Yes of the money: he that looks for other love in this age— This is the place his Letter speaks of, and here he comes himself. Why so lo: now is the web of my hopes upon the Loom of perfection, and in this quench of lashes Aminter & Iulio, See and see not, all mum, you know your cue, The game's your own, if you can hunt it true. Dametas, were thine cares ever at a more musical banquet? how the hounds mouths like bells are tuned one under another like a slothfulness, the speed of the cry outran my sense of hearing. Cross over the Forest to Diana's oak my liege, & there your grace advantaged by the height of the ground, shall not only at pleasure hear, but be eyewitness of their musical contention. Thanks good Dametas, be thy directions our wife's convoy. Where is his highness Dametas? At Adonis' bower Madam, where he expects your presence, to see the fleshing of a couple of Spartan hounds, in the wasting blood of the spent Dear. Thanks good Dametas, mine eyes would not be good friends with my feet, should they not bring 'em to that kingly sport. Sweet Ladies, to save you the expense of much breath, which must be laid out in the purchase of the game, I have provided you this stand, from whence your eyes may be commanders of the sport: such sport as you little dream of. We are your love's debtors kind Dametas. As I love virtue I pity these poor beasts, These Sylvan commoners, to see what tasks Our covetous Foresters impose upon them, Who not content with impost of their breath, (Poor hearts) pursue them smiling to their death. 'twas the end of their creation Madam.
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Position
nodes 330–365 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 43 in this edition
Length
498 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.723 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
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)
Meaning the gold. What ſhall I call thy name? Dorus an't like your worſhip. Ah, good Dorus, be an honeſt youth Dorus, reverence your Maſter, and loue your ſelfe: bee ſure to get under me, and you ſhall looſe nothing in my ſervice. Madam, the Duke and Dutcheſſe expect you at the hunt, and await your comming at Dianaes oake. e attend them preſently, be a good ſervant Dorus. Twill be his owne another day Madam. In the meane time let it be yours to lead the way. My ſervice doth attend you. As the Purſevant doth the priſoner for a double fee. Welcome ſlaue to a ſlaue, a faire preſage, The hope of loue ſweetens loues vaſſ lage. Now and Dametas bee the mettle hee was ſtampt for, a right villaine. And he be not, hang him. Nay he deſerues hanging too if he be: but will you truſt him? Yes as farre as I ſee him, and he that truſts him further, my truſt is he will be deceived. Indeed, he that will proue falſe to his maker, will be true to no man. Yes, for the preſent time, like a bawd to him that giues moſt Thats not for loue. Yes of the money: he that lookes for other loue in this age—This is the place his Letter ſpeakes of, and here he comes himſelfe. Why ſo lo: now is the web of my hopes upon the Loombe of perfection, and in this quech of laſhes Aminter & Iulio, See and ſee not, all mum, you know your cue, The game's your owne, if you can hunt it true. Dametas, were thine cares ever at a more muſicall banquet? how the hounds mouths like bels are tuned one under another like a ſlothfulneſſe, the ſpeed of the cry out-ran my ſenſe of hearing. Croſſe over the Forreſt to Dianaes oake my liege, & there your grace advantag'd by the height of the ground, ſhall not onely at pleaſure heare, but be eye-witneſſe of their muſicall contention. Thankes good Dametas, bee thy directions our wiues convoy. Where is his highneſſe Dametas? At Adonis bower Madam, where he expects your preſence, to ſee the fleſhing of a couple of Spartane hounds, in the waſting blood of the ſpent Deare. Thankes good Dametas, mine eyes would not be good friends with my feet, ſhould they not bring 'em to that kingly ſport. Sweet Ladies, to ſaue you the expence of much breath, which muſt be laid out in the purchaſe of the game, I haue provided you this ſtand, from whence your eyes may be commanders of the ſport: ſuch ſport as you little dreame of. We are your loues debters kind Dametas. As I loue vertue I pitty theſe poore beaſts, Theſe Sylane commoners, to ſee what taskes Our covetous Forreſters impoſe upon them, Who not content with impoſt of their breath, (Poore hearts) purſue them ſmiling to their death. Twas the end of their creation Madam.