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 0.77 · 507 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.
My bed-mate turned, and as he would ha' spoke, I sweat with fear, and in that fear I work, But seeing my kind bedfellow was gone, Lord how it chafed me that I waked so soon, One minutes dreaming longer, I had tried, The difference 'twixt a virgin and a bride. Otwould ha' vexed a Saint, my blood would burn To be so near, and miss so good a turn. And so did mine too I warrant you, nay though I be but a little pot, I shall be as soon hot as another. You should not be my sister else. Nor my mother's daughter neither. And in good earnest we are not fathers 〈…〉 amiss. Are you advised of that, and I'faith tell●… what think you of your servant Dorus. As of a sweet Almond in a rugged shell, the Sun in a cloud, or a wealthy Diamond in a rock, indeed clean contrary to the world, he wears the worst side outward, and is much better than he seems: but what think you of your manly Amazon?? Nay the sport is I know not what to think, Zelmane's humour would afford project for a pretty Court Comedy, my father courts her for a woman, and as I fear she is, my mother dotes upon her for a man, and as I wish he were, and that with such an ardour of affection, that I could find in my heart to turn my mother out of the company, and play the lovers part myself. How ever man or woman, the jest holds currant in one. I know not what knavish motion hath had to do with my thought, but my mind tells me that your servant Dorus and my Amazon, are other then they seem: and here he comes. Why how now madam, Ladies gadding, is this the obedience of your father's charge. Pardon Mistress Miso, 'twas my doing and the Dukes. But the Duchess will like neither the Duke's doings nor yours, neither in this case I can tell you. The Duke stays your coming, and yet the Duchess is very desirous on't, my husband is in the next Arbour to man you. For you Lady, my presence be your privilege. Miso should be either a hang man or a Herald, for she never comes amongst us, but she quarter's our company and arms. Excellent beauty, & therefore more excellent, because situate in so fair a creature. You are a merry man Dorus, but all this cannot make me love me, how say you mother doth he? Marry let him choose daughter, when I was as thou art— You were as she is? but faith madam Mopsa, I perceive my servant Dorus bears a month's mind to you, be not so strait laced to him. Strait laced? sgod mend me I am not laced at all, am I Dorus? no in sooth, I go wide open wensday, I never lace myself but on sundays, & that for fear I should burst with eating of plumporridge.
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Position
nodes 606–631 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 43 in this edition
Length
507 words · 659 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.771 (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)
My bed-mate turn'd, and as he would ha' ſpoke, I ſweat with feare, and in that feare I woke, But ſeeing my kind bed-fellow was gone, Lord how it chaft me that I wakt ſo ſoone, One minuts dreaming longer, I had tride, The difference twixt a virgin and a bride. Otwould ha' vext a Saint, my blood would burne To be ſo neere, and miſſe ſo good a turne. And ſo did mine too I warrant you, nay though I bee but a little pot, I ſhall be as ſoone hot as another. You ſhould not be my ſiſter elſe. Nor my mothers daughter neither. And in good earneſt wee are not fathr amiſſe. Are you avis'd of that, and Ifaith tell what thinke you of your ſervant Dorus. As of a ſweet Almond in a rugged ſhell, the Sun in a cloud, or a wealthy Diamond in a rocke, indeed cleane contrary to the world, hee weares the worſt ſide outward, and is much better then he ſeemes: but what thinke you of your manly Amazon?? Nay the ſport is I know not what to thinke, Zelmanes humour would afford project for a pretty Court Comoedy, my father courts her for a woman, and as I feare ſhe is, my mother doats upon her for a man, and as I wiſh he were, and that with ſuch an ardor of affection, that I could find in my heart to turne my mother out of the company, and play the lovers part my ſelfe. How ever man or woman, the jeſt holds currant in one. I know not what knaviſh motion hath had to doe with my thought, but my mind tels mee that your ſervant Dorus and my Amazon, are other then they ſeeme: and here he comes. Why how now madam, Ladies gadding, is this the obedience of your fathers charge. Pardon Miſtreſſe Miſo, 'twas my doing and the Dukes. But the Dutcheſſe will like neither the Dukes doings nor yours, neither in this caſe I can tell you. The Duke ſtaies your comming, and yet the Dutcheſſe is very deſirous on't, my husband is in the next Arbour to man you. For you Lady, my preſence be your priviledge. Miſo ſhould be either a hang man or a Herald, for ſhe never comes amongſt us, but ſhe quarters our company and armes. Excellent beauty, & therefore more excellent, becauſe ſituate in ſo faire a creature. You are a merry man Dorus, but all this cannot make me loue me, how ſay you mother doth he? Mary let him chuſe daughter, when I was as thou art— You were as ſhe is? but faith madam Mopſa, I perceiue my ſervant Dorus beares a moneths mind to you, bee not ſo ſtraight laced to him. Straight lac'd? ſgod mend me I am not lac'd at all, am I Dorus? no in ſooth, I goe wide ope wenſday, I never lace my ſelfe but on ſundayes, & that for feare I ſhould burſt with cating of plum-porridge.