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 0.75 · 516 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.
Daughter, your bowl wins one. None of my Maidenhead father, I am gone, The Amazon hath won one. Yield to that. The cast I do. Yourself? Nay scrape out that. Whose is it yet? The Dukes: play smooth and fine. The smallest help that is will make you mine. Me yours? You mine, for though the cast I lose, I ha' won your love. Much: in my other hose. Come, the last mark; this cast is worth all the rest, The leader as the follower. Bad's the best. I win her for ten Crowns, and there they be. I take your lay. A match 'twixt you and me. I'll be your half. That were unkindly done. Pardon me mother, I'll bear all or none. I ha' won you Madam. Me? I mean your bet. Then take your win, I'll not die in debt. Madam believe me, I am, as I protest, a Prince, my name Lisander. Look to the Duke's standing Madam. So I will I warrant you, and to your falling. Thus clouded as you see for your love, my soul speaks in my tongue; I appointed this match at Bowls a purpose to acquaint you with it. Bar stealing Father; yet and all hit right, Here's one would steal a piece of flesh to night. Dear Madam. No more words, I have perceived as much in your eye, as you can express with your tongue, and as far as my mother's jealousy would give me leave, answered it with kind looks: your bias stands wrong mother. Why? it stands toward Zelmane's. Hath it stood so long? All the game through. Then all your game's bowled wrong: furnish you with necessaries befitting an escape, and my will shall be as ready to take wing as yours: put in a cast now mother, or the game is gone indeed. Whose is the throw? Ours, till the last bowl came; But that hath won't 'em clear, both cast and game. Our win, come, a kiss and bate the rest. What, do you kiss in eanest or in jest? In earnest in good truth. Troth kindly said, Take heed you kiss not out your Maidenhead. In jest? In earnest. 'tis the fashion, Much in request among our nation. To kiss away their Maidenheads? Now and then, And being gone, to kiss it back again: For lovers indentures ne'er are fairly drawn, Until the Maidenhead be left in pawn, As earnest of the match, so mothers said, And so will daughters do when mams be dead. What pawn their Maidenheads? Yes, and lose 'em too. And you maintain that fashion? Signior Noe. Lay by this homebred mirth, and prepare your ears to entertain strangers. Strangers? why father strangers are as welcome to me, as mine own Countrymen, if they bring good manners and civil humanity in their company; otherwise, they are like foul weather, come afore they be sent for. Dametas? nay then we shall have news enough, for he never comes into the presence, but he brings a whole sack full of lies, of news I should say.
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Position
nodes 688–752 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 43 in this edition
Length
516 words · 690 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.751 (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)
Daughter, your bowle winnes one. None of my Maydenhead father, I am gone, The Amazon hath wonne one. Yield to that. The caſt I doe. Your ſelfe? Nay ſcrape out that. Whoſe is it yet? The Dukes: play ſmooth and fine. The ſmalleſt helpe that is will make you mine. Me yours? You mine, for though the caſt I loſe, I ha wonne your love. Much: in my tother hoſe. Come, the laſt marke; this caſt is worth all the reſt, The leader as the follower. Bad's the beſt. I winne her for ten Crownes, and there they be. I take your lay. A match twixt you and me. Ile be your halfe. That were unkindly done. Pardon me mother, Ile beare all or none. I ha wonne you Madam. Me? I meane your bet. Then take your winnings, Ile not die in debt. Madam beleeve mee, I am, as I proteſt, a Prince, my name Liſander. Looke to the Dukes ſtanding Madam. So I will I warrant you, and to your falling. Thus clouded as you ſee for your love, my ſoule ſpeakes in my tongue; I appoynted this match at Bowles a purpoſe to acquaint you with it. Barre ſtealing Father; yet and all hit right, Here's one would ſteale a piece of fleſh to night. Deere Madam. No more words, I have perceived as much in your eye, as you can expreſſe with your tongue, and as farre as my mothers jealouſy would give me leave, anſwered it with kind lookes: your bias ſtands wrong mother. Why? it ſtands toward Zelmanes. Hath it ſtood ſo long? All the game through. Then all your game's bowld wrong: furniſh you with neceſſaries befitting an eſcape, and my will ſhall be as ready to take wing as yours: put in a caſt now mother, or the game is gone indeed. Whoſe is the throw? Ours, till the laſt bowle came; But that hath wonn't em cleere, both caſt and game. Our winnings, come, a kiſſe and bate the reſt. What, doe you kiſſe in eaneſt or in jeſt? In earneſt in good truth. Troth kindly ſed, Take heed you kiſſe not out your Mayden-head. In jeſt? In earneſt. Tis the faſhion, Much in requeſt among our nation. To kiſſe away their Maiden-heads? Now and then, And being gone, to kiſſe it backe agen: For lovers indentures nere are fairly drawn, Vntill the Maiden-head be left in pawne, As earneſt of the match, ſo mothers ſed, And ſo will daughters doe when mams be dead. What pawne their Maydenheads? Yes, and loſe em too. And you' maintaine that faſhion? Signeor Noe. Lay by this home-bred mirth, and prepare your eares to entertaine ſtrangers. Strangers? why father ſtrangers are as welcome to mee, as mine owne Country-men, if they bring good manners and civill humanity in their company; otherwiſe, they are like foule weather, come afore they be ſent for. Dametas? nay then we ſhall have newes enough, for he never comes into the preſence, but he brings a whole ſacke full of lies, of newes I ſhould ſay.