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 0.76 · 518 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.
So was the end of ours to live in peace, And not to tyrannize on harmless beasts, But Foresters, like Images set forth The tyranny of greatness without pity, As they the Dear, so covetous wealth pursues The trembling state of their inferiors, And to clasp up the volume of their sins, They drink their blood, and clothe them with their skins: Then cease to press poor beasts with tyranny, You love your lives, think they are loath to dye. You are too tenderhearted to be a good huntswoman Lady. And some of you too hardhearted, but leaving this discourse of hunting, have all our gallantry of Lacedaemon and Greece, spent the vigour of their wits, that not one dares venture. For our love's sister, you may see, the properer women, the worse luck. Tush you shall have suitors, fear not Madam. No at any hand sister, for with a fear it comes. Then i'll fear of purpose, because I would have 'em come. And they do not, they are notable cowards. Then let them keep away still, for I have vowed my maidenhead shall never do homage to the bed of a coward. Sweet Ladies, will you beguile a minute or two with this discourse, till I step up to the top of the hill▪ and make discovery of the game. Let your return be speedy good Dametas. I'll put on wings and fly. Out of the Court, and the whole Country shall have a good riddance. So, he hath put'em fair to the stand, le's issue & surprise them. Be resolute and sudden. Aminter and Iulio issue out, and bear them away. Murder, treason, rescue, help. Yes much rescue, much help, much Dametas: why so, this jest was drawn home close to the head, it cannot choose but cleave the very white of our hopes, the Duke's wit: to thy tackle good wit, some sudden sea room, or our stratagem is run a ground. Tell me Dametas, was not the Dear a prodigal? did he not spend his breath freely amongst us? And his blood too my liege, but did you observe how the hounds like politicians nosed out the game? True: and coming to the loss, Melampus, but where are our daughters? Did you observe that my liege, that Melampus as a true hound is ever horse cheered or hollow, yet he kept time too. Certain Dametas, but where are our daughter's man? Busy my Lord under a brake bush, disputing of the virtue of sweet water, and ground ivy. What cry of treason's that Dametas? Pray God no danger sets upon my daughters, Seek out our wife, i'll haste unto their rescue. And my sword un-employd? allegiance says nay to that my ●i●ge, I am for the adventure myself, if they be surprised (I am a mad man) your grace shall hear more: if not (I am the more sorry) your grace shall hear more too: make peace with your thoughts till my return, and doubt not their recovery. Speak, where's the Duke? Here my Gynetia. What mean these weapons, are our daughters ●afe?
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518 words · 693 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.757 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
So was the end of ours to liue in peace, And not to tyranniſe on harmeleſſe beaſts, But Forreſters, like Images ſet forth The tyrannie of greatneſſe without pitty, As they the Deare, ſo covetous wealth purſues The trembling ſtate of their inferiors, And to claſpe up the volume of their ſinnes, They drinke their blood, and cloath them with their skins: Then ceaſe to preſſe poore beaſts with tyrannie, You loue your liues, thinke they are loath to dye. You are too tender-hearted to bee a good huntſwoman Lady. And ſome of you too hard-hearted, but leaving this diſcourſe of hunting, haue all our gallantry of Lacedemon and Greece, ſpent the vigor of their wits, that not one dares venter. For our loues ſiſter, you may ſee, the properer women, the worſe lucke. Tuſh you ſhall haue ſuters, feare not Madam. No at any hand ſiſter, for with a feare it comes. Then ile feare of purpoſe, becauſe I would haue 'em come. And they doe not, they are notable cowards. Then let them keepe away ſtill, for I haue vowed my maidenhead ſhall never doe homage to the bed of a coward. Sweet Ladies, will you beguile a minute or two with this diſcourſe, till I ſtep up to the top of the hill▪ and make diſcovery of the game. Let your returne be ſpeedy good Dametas. Ile put on wings and fly. Out of the Court, and the whole Countrey ſhall haue a good riddance. So, he hath put'em faire to the ſtand, lets iſſue & ſurpriſe them. Be reſolute and ſuddaine. Aminter and Iulio iſſue out, and beare them away. Murther, treaſon, reſcue, helpe. Yes much reskue, much helpe, much Dametas: why ſo, this jeſt was drawen home cloſe to the head, it cannot chuſe but cleaue the very white of our hopes, the Dukes wit: to thy tackle good wit, ſome ſudden ſea roome, or our ſtratagem is run a ground. Tell me Dametas, was not the Deare a prodigall? did hee not ſpend his breath freely amongſt us? And his blood too my liege, but did you obſerue how the hounds like politicians nos'd out the game? True: and comming to the loſſe, Melampus, but where are our daughters? Did you obſerue that my liege, that Melampus as a true hound is ever horce cheerd or hollow, yet he kept time too. Certaine Dametas, but where are our daughters man? Buſie my Lord under a brake buſh, diſputing of the vertue of ſweet water, and ground Iuie. What cry of treaſon's that Dametas? Pray God no danger ſets upon my daughters, Seeke out our wife, ile haſte unto their reskue. And my ſword un-employd? alleageance ſayes nay to that my ige, I am for the adventure my ſelfe, if they be ſurpris'd (I am a mad man) your grace ſhall heare more: if not (I am the more ſorry) your grace ſhall heare more too: make peace with your thoughts till my returne, and doubt not their recovery. Speake, where's the Duke? Here my Gynetia. What meane theſe weapons, are our daughters afe?