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 0.84 · 517 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.
And were I Demetrius and you Hippolita, I would deceive Dametas, outreach Miso, forswear Mopsa, and forsake Arcadia, to share the fortunes of divine Hippolita. And what should I do then? I do but speak in the person of Demetrius, and under Hippolita shadow what I intent to the rare, and never enough wondered at Mopsa, the black swan of beauty, and madg-howlet of admiration. Do not you flout me Dorus? and you do not, provide a Priest and i'll marry you, and my father and mother shall never know on't. Manasses is the man. And i'll be the woman, whosoever say nay to't, little dreams my mother of what we have done. 'Tmay be she did, for she sighed & groaned much in her sleep. 'tis well she was so quiet, for she eat pease-poridge to breakfast, and they'll make mebreake wind in my sleep like a horse, and see as the devil will have't she wakes, and here comes my father, no words and ye love me. Why God a mercy Dorus, this diligence becomes the servant of Dametas, and i'll prefer thee for't. You were worse than the devil else, for they say he helps his servants, than you may do little and you cannot help yours. Will you break your jests against the bars of your chamber window, and clear the green? the Duke is coming to bowls, and I would not for half mine office you should be a rub in the way of his patience: daughter and wife, conduct her to the Lodge, Exit. And Dorus, make you haste about your business. I warrant you Sir: be my hopes rightly placed, You will condemn me for my too much haste. Why so: this 'tis to be in authority: Inferior persons, I and the Princes themselves, fly from my presence, like the chirping Birds from the sight of the Falcon: my very breath like a mighty wind blows away inferior Officers (the Court rubbish) out of my way, and gives me a smooth passage: I am the morning star, I am seldom seen but about the rising of the Sun: indeed I am never out of the Duke's eye; and here he comes. Doth our match hold? Yes, whose part will you take? Zelmane's. Soft, that match is yet to make. Le's cast a choice, the nearest two take one. My choice is cast, help sweet occasion. Come, here's agood. Well, bettered. Best of all. The Duke and I. The weakest go to the wall. I'll lead. I'll follow. We have both one mind. In what? In leaving the old folk behind. Well jested daughter, and you lead not fair, The hindmost hound, though old, may catch the hare. Your last bowl, come. By the faith a me, well lead. Would I might lead you. Whither? To my bed. I am sure you would not. By this air I would. I hope you would not hurt me, and you should. I'd love you sweet. Sour, so I heard you say. A cept it then. Of what acquaintance pray? Of loves and mine.
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nodes 644–687 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 43 in this edition
Length
517 words · 697 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.844 (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)
And were I Demetrius and you Hippolita, I would deceiue Dametas, outreach Miſo, forſweare Mopſa, and forſake Arcadia, to ſhare the fortunes of divine Hippolita. And what ſhould I doe then? I doe but ſpeake in the perſon of Demetrius, and under Hippolita ſhadow what I intend to the rare, and never enough wondred at Mopſa, the blacke ſwan of beauty, and madg-howlet of admiration. Doe not you flout me Dorus? and you doe not, provide a Prieſt and ile marry you, and my father and mother ſhall never know on't. Manaſſes is the man. And ile bee the woman, whoſoever ſay nay to't, little dreames my mother of what we haue done. T'may be ſhe did, for ſhe ſigh'd & groand much in her ſleepe. Tis well ſhee was ſo quiet, for ſhee eate peaſe-poridge to breakefaſt, and they'l make mebreake wind in my ſleepe like a horſe, and ſee as the devill will ha't ſhe wakes, and here comes my father, no words and yee loue me. Why God a mercy Dorus, this diligence becomes the ſervant of Dametas, and ile preferre thee for't. You were worſe then the devill elſe, for they ſay hee helps his ſervants, then you may doe little and you cannot helpe yours. Will you breake your jeſts againſt the bars of your chamber window, and cleare the greene? the Duke is comming to bowles, and I would not for halfe mine office you ſhould be a rub in the way of his patience: daughter and wife, conduct her to the Lodge, Exit. And Dorus, make you haſte about your buſines. I warrant you Sir: be my hopes rightly plac't, You will condemne me for my too much haſte. Why ſo: this tis to be in authority: Inferiour perſons, I and the Princes themſelues, fly from my preſence, like the chirping Birds from the ſight of the Faulcon: my very breath like a mighty wind blowes away inferiour Officers (the Court rubbiſh) out of my way, and giues me a ſmooth paſſage: I am the morning ſtarre, I am ſeldome ſeene but about the riſing of the Sunne: indeed I am never out of the Dukes eye; and here he comes. Doth our match hold? Yes, whoſe part will you take? Zelmanes. Soft, that match is yet to make. Lets caſt a choiſe, the neereſt two take one. My choice is caſt, helpe ſweet occaſion. Come, here's agood. Well, better'd. Beſt of all. The Duke and I. The weakeſt goe to the wall. Ile leade. Ile follow. We haue both one mind. In what? In leaving the old folke behind. Well jeſted daughter, and you leade not faire, The hindmoſt hound, though old, may catch the hare. Your laſt bowle, come. By the faith a me, well lead. Would I might leade you. Whither? To my bed. I am ſure you would not. By this aire I would. I hope you would not hurt me, and you ſhould. I'de love you ſweet. Soure, ſo I heard you ſay. A cept it then. Of what acquaintance pray? Of loves and mine.