Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
She need not doubt him, Sir Alas, he has nothing, But what he will part withal, as willingly, Upon her Grace's word (Throw away your purse) As she would ask it, (handkerchiefs, and all) She cannot bid that thing, but he'll obey. If you have a Ring, about you, cast it off, Or a silver seal, at your wrist, her Grace will send Her Fairies here to search you, therefore deal Directly with her Highness. If they find That you conceal a mite, you are undone. Truly there's all All what? My money, truly. Keep nothing, that is transitory, about you, Bid 〈◊〉 play music. Look, the 〈◊〉 are come To pinch you, if you tell not truth. Advise you. O, I have a paper with a Spur-riall in't. Ti, ti, They knew't, they say. Ti, ti, ti, ti, he has more yet. Ti, ti ti ti. I'the other pocket? Titi, titi, titi, titi. They must pinch him, or he will never confess, they say. O, o. Nay, pray you hold. He is her Grace's Nephew. Ti ti ti? What care you? Good faith, you shall care. Deal plainly, Sir, and shame the Fairies. Show You are an Innocent. By this good light, I ha'nothing, Ti ti, ti ti to ta. He does equivocate, she says: Ti, ti do ti, ti ti do, ti da. And swears by the light, when he is blinded. By this good dark, I ha' nothing but a half-crown Of Gold, about my wrist, that my Love gave me; And a leaden Heart I wore, sing she forsook me. I thought, 'twas something. And, would you incur Your Aunt's displeasure for these trifles? Come I had rather you had thrown away twenty halfe-crownes. You may wear your leaden Heart still. How now? What news, Dol? Yonder's your Knight, Sir Mammon. God's lid, We never thought of him, till now. Where is he? Here, hard by. he's at the door. And, you are not ready, now? Dol, get his suit. He must not be sent back. O by no means. What shall we do with this same Puffin, here, Now he's o'the Spit? Why lay him back a while, With some device, Ti, ti ti, ti ti ti. Would her Grace speak with me? I come. Help Dol. Who's there? Sir Epicure; My Master's i'the way. Please you to walk Three or four turns, but till his back be turned, And I am for you. Quickly, Dol. Her Grace Commends her kindly to you, Mr. Dapper. I long to see her Grace. She, now, is set At Dinner, in her bed; and she has sent you, From her own private trencher, a dead Mouse, And a piece of Gingerbread, to be merry withal, And stay your stomach, lest you faint with fasting. Yet, if you could hold out, till she saw you, she says, It would be better for you. Sir, He shall Hold out, and 'twere this two hours, for her Highness; I can assure you that. We will not loose All we ha' done. He must nor see, nor speak To any body, till then.
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Length
521 words · 761 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.878 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
She need not doubt him, Sir Alasse, he has nothing, But what he will part withall, as willingly, Vpon her Graces word (Throw away your purse) As she would aske it, (hand-kerchiefes, and all) She cannot bid that thing, but hee'll obay. If you haue a Ring, about you, cast it off, Or a siluer seale, at your wrist, her Grace will send Her Faeries here to search you, therefore deale Directly with her Highnesse. If they finde That you conceale a mite, you are vndone. Truely ther's all All what? My money, truly. Keepe nothing, that is transitorie, about you, Bid play musique. Looke, the are come To pinch you, if you tell not truth. Aduise you. O, I haue a paper with a Spur-riall in't. Ti, ti, They knew't, they say. Ti, ti, ti, ti, he has more yet. Ti, ti ti ti. I'the tother pocket? Titi, titi, titi, titi. They must pinch him, or he will neuer confesse, they say. O, o. Nay, pray you hold. Hee is her Graces Nephew. Ti ti ti? What care you? Good faith, you shall care. Deale plainely, Sir, and shame the Faeries. Shew You are an Innocent. By this good light, I ha'nothing, Ti ti, ti ti to ta. He dos aequiuocate, she sayes: Ti, ti do ti, ti ti do, ti da. And sweares by the light, when he is blinded. By this good darke, I ha' nothing but a halfe-Crowne Of Gold, about my wrist, that my Loue gaue me; And a leaden Heart I wore, sin' she forsooke me. I thought, 'twas something. And, would you incurre Your Aunts displeasure for these trifles? Come I had rather you had throwne away twenty halfe-crownes. You may weare your leaden Heart still. How now? What newes, Dol? Yonders your Knight, Sir Mammon. Gods lid, We neuer thought of him, till now. Where is hee? Here, hard by. H'is at the doore. And, you are not ready, now? Dol, get his suite. He must not be sent back. O by no meanes. What shall we doe with this same Puffin, here, Now hee's o'the Spit? Why lay him backe a while, With some deuise, Ti, ti ti, ti ti ti. Would her Grace speake with me? I come. Help Dol. Who's there? Sir Epicure; My Master's i'the way. Please you to walke Three or foure turnes, but till his back be turn'd, And I am for you. Quickly, Dol. Her Grace Commends her kindly to you, Mr. Dapper. I long to see her Grace. She, now, is set At Dinner, in her bed; and she has sent you, From her owne priuate trencher, a dead Mouse, And a piece of Ginger-bread, to be mery withall, And stay your stomacke, least you faint with fasting. Yet, if you could hold out, till she saw you, she sayes, It would be better for you. Sir, He shall Hold out, and 'twere this two howers, for her Highnes; I can assure you that. We will not loose All we ha' done. He must nor see, nor speake To any body, till then.