Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1610 (Annals) comedy · King's Men T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.85 · 492 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Your aunt's a gracious lady: but in troth You were to blame. The fume did overcome me, And I did do't to stay my stomach. Pray you So satisfy her Grace. Here comes the Captain. How now! Is his mouth down? I! he has spoken! (A pox, I heard him, and you too.) he's undone, then. (I have been feign to say, the house is haunted With spirits, to keep churl back. And hast thou done it? Sure, for this night. Why, then triumph, and sing Of FACE so famous, the precious king Of present wits. Did you not hear the coil, About the door? Yes, and I dwindled with it.) Show him his aunt, and let him be dispatched: I'll send her to you. Well sir, your aunt her Grace, Will give you audience presently, on my suit, And the captains word, that you did not eat your gag, In any contempt of her Highness. Not I, in troth, sir. Here she is come. Down o'your knees, and wriggle: She has a stately presence. Good. Yet nearer, And bid, God save you. Madame. And your aunt. And my most gracious aunt, god save your Grace. Nephew, we thought to have been angry with you: But that sweet face of yours, hath turned the tide, And made it flow with joy, that ebbed of love. Arise, and touch our velvet gown. The skirts, And kiss 'em. So. Let me now stroke that head, Much, nephew, shalt thou win; much shalt thou spend; Much shalt thou give away: much shalt thou lend. (ay, much, indeed.) Why do you not thank her Grace? I cannot speak, for joy. See, the kind wretch! Your grace's kinsman right. Give me the Bird. Here is your Fly in a purse, about your neck, cozen, Wear it, and feed it, about this day sevennight, On your right wrist— Open a vein, with a pin, And let it suck but once a week: till then, You must not look on't. No. And, kinsman, Bear yourself worthy of the blood you come on. Her grace would ha'you eat no more Woolsack pies, Nor Dagger frumenty. Nor break his fast, In heaven, and hell. she's with you everywhere! Nor play with Costermongers, at mum-chance, tray-trip. God make you rich, (whenas your aunt has done it:) but keep The gallantest company, and the best games— Yes, sir. Gleek and primero: and what you get, be true to us. By this hand, I will. You may bring's a thousand pound, Before tomorrow night, (if but three thousand, Be stirring) an' you will. I swear, I will then. Your Ply will learn you all games. Ha' you done there? Your grace will command him no more duties? No: But come, and see me often. I may chance To leave him three or four hundred chests of treasure, And some twelve thousand acres of fairy land: If he game well, and comely, with good gamesters.
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Position
nodes 2755–2830 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 37 of 40 in this edition
Length
492 words · 690 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T27 — Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and patronagecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.850 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T39 · seed 44: T37 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Your aunt's a gracious lady: but in troth You were to blame. The fume did ouer-come me, And I did do't to stay my stomack. 'Pray you So satisfie her Grace. Here comes the Captaine. How now! Is his mouth downe? I! he has spoken! (A poxe, I heard him, and you too.) Hee's vn-done, then. (I haue beene faine to say, the house is haunted With spirits, to keepe churle back. And hast thou done it? Sure, for this night. Why, then triumph, and sing Of FACE so famous, the precious king Of present wits. Did you not heare the coyle, About the dore? Yes, and I dwindled with it.) Shew him his aunt, and let him be dispatch'd: I'll send her to you. Well sir, your aunt her Grace, Will giue you audience presently, on my sute, And the Captaines word, that you did not eate your gag, In any contempt of her Highnesse. Not I, in troth, sir. Here shee is come. Downe o'your knees, and wriggle: Shee has a stately presence. Good. Yet neerer, And bid, God saue you. Madame. And your aunt. And my most gracious aunt, god saue your Grace. Nephew, we thought to haue beene angrie with you: But that sweet face of yours, hath turn'd the tide, And made it flow with ioy, that eb'd of loue. Arise, and touch our veluet gowne. The skirts, And kisse 'hem. So. Let me now stroke that head, Much, nephew, shalt thou win; much shalt thou spend; Much shalt thou giue away: much shalt thou lend. (I, much, indeed.) Why doe you not thanke her Grace? I cannot speake, for ioy. See, the kind wretch! Your Graces kins-man right. Giue me the Bird. Here is your Fly in a purse, about your neck, cosen, Weare it, and feed it, about this day seu' night, On your right wrist— Open a veine, with a pinne, And let it suck but once a weeke: till then, You must not looke on't. No. And, kins-man, Beare your selfe worthy of the bloud you come on. Her grace would ha'you eate no more Wool-sack pies, Nor Dagger frume'ty. Nor breake his fast, In heauen, and hell. Shee's with you euery where! Nor play with Costar-mongers, at mum-chance, tray-trip. God make you rich, (when as your aunt has done it:) but keepe The gallant'st company, and the best games— Yes, sir. Gleeke and primero: and what you get, be true to vs. By this hand, I will. You may bring's a thousand pound, Before to morrow night, (if but three thousand, Be stirring) an' you will. I sweare, I will then. Your Ply will learne you all games. Ha' you done there? Your grace will command him no more duties? No: But come, and see me often. I may chance To leaue him three or foure hundred chests of treasure, And some twelue thousand acres of Faerie land: If he game well, and comely, with good gamesters.