Day, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.79 · 504 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
At the very push of invention, and went off clear untouched. And could you draw no blood of their wits? Not a drop. Nor Dametas neither, nor Manasses? Neither, to our disgrace be it spoken, the carriage of this stratagem deserves applause, and I hold it a credit to rest captive to such valiant conquerors. Why so be, I like a man that will confess his error. It merits commiseration Madam and my Liege, not to detract from our worth: your ear, we two are the parties you wot on. Were you the man? No he was the man, marry I was the woman in the Moon, that made you walk all this last night like the man in the mist, I could say somewhat to you Madam, as for Dametas and his man, let them stand like fools as they are. Can it be possible? No, no, we are Gulls, innocent sots, but lante tanta, the girls are ours we have won them away to Dargison. Come we have won the conquest, and that's sufficient. You are a Manasses 'tis not sufficient: aha not Hercules for Iole, Ioue for Danae, Apollo for Daphne, Pan for Sirne; nay the whole pack of their piperly godheads could a discharged a stratagem with more spirit of all merit; an ambling nag and a down a down we have borne her away to Dargison. 'Twas the most rarest, divinest, Metaphysicalst piece of invention, that— what say you my liege? I give your deserts their full merit, you have gotten equality. All the wenches gave you. Alas that spirits under the Moon could have detained her, but know that her cherry red lip, a down, a down. Trust me but you have deserved high commendation. Your merit stood of the upper stair of admiration. Why thou hast a pretty relish of wit now, that canst see the broad eye of my desert at a little hole of demonstration. Your desert save me free, you have done a most (to use your own phrase) Metaphysical piece of service, but you had some help in't questionless. I do not think but the Ladies had some handined. A finger, I confess a finger by the hope of perseverance, a very little finger. I thought as much by making of the jest. I cannot detract from the Lady's worth, for I know them for excellent workwomen. Workwomen fit to make Tailors men. I by my faith do I, nay your best tailors are arrant butchers to them, you shall have a Lady make an end of a suit, a Court suit, especially when all the Tailors in a country know not how to set a stitch in't. Some ordinary suit perhaps. Your best Court suits that are, are finished by Ladies, I have known a suit myself lain a making and moring ●, ●, and five year together, and then a Lady hath dispatched it in a month with a wet finger, such a finger might the Ladies have in your plot.
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T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complimentcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.790 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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At the very puſh of invention, and went off cleere untoucht. And could you draw no blood of their wits? Not a drop. Nor Dametas neither, nor Manaſſes? Neither, to our diſgrace be it ſpoken, the carriage of this ſtratagem deſerves applauſe, and I hold it a credite to reſt captive to ſuch valiant conquerours. VVhy ſo be, I like a man that will confeſſe his errour. It merits commiſeration Madam and my Liege, not to detract from our worth: your eare, we two are the parties you wot on. Were you the man? No he was the man, marry I was the woman in the Moone, that made you walke all this laſt night like the man in the miſt, I could ſay ſomewhat to you Madam, as for Dametas and his man, let them ſtand like fooles as they are. Can it be poſſible? No, no, we are Guls, innocent ſots, but lante tanta, the girles are ours we haue won them away to Dargiſon. Come we haue won the conqueſt, and that's ſufficient. You are a Manaſſes tis not ſufficient: aha not Hercules for Iole, Ioue for Danae, Apollo for Daphne, Pan for Sirne; nay the whole packe of their piperly godheads could a diſcharg'd a ſtratagem with more ſpirit of all merit; an ambling nag and a downe a downe we haue borne her away to Dargiſon. 'Twas the moſt rareſt, divineſt, Metaphyſicalſt piece of invention, that—what ſay you my liege? I giue your deſerts their full merit, you haue gotten equality. All the wenches gaue you. Alas hat ſpirits under the Moone could haue detaind her, but know that her cherry red lip, a downe, a downe. Truſt me but you haue deſerved high commendation. Your merit ſtood of the upper ſtaire of admiration. Why thou haſt a pretty reliſh of wit now, that canſt ſee the broad eye of my deſert at a little hole of demonſtration. Your deſert ſaue mee free, you haue done a moſt (to uſe your owne phraſe) Metaphyſicall peece of ſervice, but you had ſome helpe in't queſtionleſſe. I doe not thinke but the Ladies had ſome handin't. A finger, I confeſſe a finger by the hope of perſeverance, a very little finger. I thought as much by making of the jeſt. I cannot detract from the Ladies worth, for I know them for excellent worke-women. Worke-women fit to make Taylors men. I by my faith doe I, nay your beſt taylors are arrant botchers to them, you ſhall haue a Lady make an end of a ſute, a Court ſute, eſpecially when all the Taylors in a countrey know not how to ſet a ſtitch in't. Some ordinary ſute perhaps. Your beſt Court ſuits that are, are finiſht by Ladies, I haue knowen a ſuite my ſelfe lien a making and mring , , and fiue yeare together, and then a Lady hath diſpatcht it in a moneth with a wet finger, ſuch a finger might the Ladies haue in your plot.