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 0.78 · 504 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.
Thank you good wife; nay, and a Duchess long to give her husband the horning, let it never grieve Butchers to do homage at Cuckold's haven. Well Madam, to give content to your affections, and in a strong hope you will mediate my suit to your daughter, sort out but fit time and opportunity, and master your desires. And he were a man now I might be rarely tupped. Give me thy hand then, with this amorous kiss I seal thee mine. And I confirm't with this. Rare, rare, rare, she's his, sealed and delivered in the presence of her husband. Now lest my husband should suspect our love. Now, what for that now? Hear a good jest, persuade him thou art a woman. That's not to do now Madam, for he as confidently believes and ardently courts me for a woman as you for a man. Good, excellent, maintain that humour still, Seem coy, look nice, and as we women use, Be mild, and proud, embrace, and yet refuse. Excellent virtues in a woman. I prithee do, 'twill be a scene of mirth For me to quote his passions and his smiles, His amorous behaviour, and how his eye Will beget strange variety of looks, And shoot 'em into thine; but the chief sport's this, To see an old man with a young man kiss. To see an old Duchess a young Lady kiss. Now the plot packs, the scene's all comical, I cannot speak for laughter, to see these women, That would be counted wonders for their wit, Lay plots to gull themselves, silly conceit. To take me for a man. And arm herself To laugh at me, make jests and scoffs at me, But soothe her humour, the revenge she'd throw Upon my head, shall fall on her own brow. Upon you both, so, so, so, how greedily their inventions like bugles follow the sent of their own gullery, yet these are no fools, God forbid, not they: but to the drift, mirth in my warm blood sits Laughing at this division of their wits. Wilt believe me sister? I never eat a cherry, but it puts me in mind of a husband, it kisses my lips with such a harmless prettiness. Now in good deed lo I love 'em a lise too, I think I shall never ha' my belly full on 'em. Of what, not of husbands Violetta? No, of cherries Hippolita, but take heed of 'em, they be a very filling meat, and dangerous things for us Maids I can tell you, we may surfeit after 'em presently. Surfeit after what, a husband? ay, and after cherries too Hippolita. I warrant you sister, an old Lady in Lacedaemon taught me a preservative against that. For the love of cherries what? Marry this it was, still said she, betwixt every cherry said she, be sure to crack a stone said she. Then let me alone, I'll crack a couple of stones betwixt every cherry, rather than surfeit on them.
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Position
nodes 515–555 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 43 in this edition
Length
504 words · 676 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.777 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Thank you good wife; nay, and a Dutcheſſe long to give her husband the horning, let it never grieve Butchers to doe homage at Cuckolds haven. Well Madam, to give content to your affections, and in a ſtrong hope you will mediate my ſute to your daughter, ſort out but fit time and opportunity, and maſter your deſires. And he were a man now I might be rarely tupt. Give me thy hand then, with this amorous kiſſe I ſeale thee mine. And I confirm't with this. Rare, rare, rare, ſhee's his, ſeald and deliverd in the preſence of her husband. Now leſt my husband ſhould ſuſpect our love. Now, what for that now? Heare a good jeſt, perſwade him thou art a woman. That's not to doe now Madam, for he as confidently beleeves and ardently courts me for a woman as you for a man. Good, excellent, maintaine that humour ſtill, Seeme coy, looke nice, and as we women uſe, Be mild, and proud, imbrace, and yet refuſe. Excellent vertues in a woman. I prithee doe, twill be a ſcene of mirth For me to quote his paſſions and his ſmiles, His amorous haviour, and how his eye Will beget ſtrange variety of lookes, And ſhoot em into thine; but the chiefe ſport's this, To ſee an old man with a young man kiſſe. To ſee an old Dutcheſſe a young Lady kiſſe. Now the plot packs, the ſcene's all comicall, I cannot ſpeake for laughter, to ſee theſe women, That would be counted wonders for their wit, Lay plots to gull themſelves, ſilly conceit. To take me for a man. And arme her ſelfe To laugh at me, make jeſts and ſcoffes at me, But ſooth her humour, the revenge ſhee'd throw Vpon my head, ſhall fall on her owne brow. Vpon you both, ſo, ſo, ſo, how greedily their inventions like bugles follow the ſent of their owne gullery, yet theſe are no fooles, God forbid, not they: but to the drift, mirth in my warme blood ſits Laughing at this diviſion of their wits. Woo't beleeve mee ſiſter? I never eat a cherry, but it puts mee in mind of a husband, it kiſſes my lips with ſuch a harmeleſſe prettineſſe. Now in good deed lo I loue em a liſe too, I thinke I ſhall never ha my belly full on em. Of what, not of husbands Violetta? No, of cherries Hippolita, but take heed of em, they bee a very filling meat, and dangerous things for us Maydes I can tell you, we may ſurfet after em preſently. Surfet after what, a husband? I, and after cherries too Hippolita. I warrant you ſiſter, an old Lady in Lacedemon taught me a preſervative againſt that. For the love of cherries what? Marry this it was, ſtill ſaid ſhe, betwixt every cherry ſaid ſhe, be ſure to cracke a ſtone ſaid ſhe. Then let me alone, Ile cracke a couple of ſtones betwixt every cherry, rather then ſurfet on them.