Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Epicene, or The Silent Woman · chunk 7 of 58

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 459 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

I pray thee let's go. I would feign partake this. Some water, Boy. We are invited to dinner together, he and I, by one that came thither to him, sir LA-FOOLE. O, that's a precious mannikin! Do you know him? I, and he will know you too, if ere he saw you but once, though you should meet him at church in the midst of prayers. He is one of the Braveries, though he be none o' the Wits. He will salute a judge upon the bench, and a Bishop in the pulpit, a Lawyer when he is pleading at the bar, and a Lady when she is dancing in a mask, and put her out. He does give plays, and suppers, and invites his guests to 'em, aloud, out of his window, as they ride by in coaches. He has a lodging in the Strand for the purpose. Or to watch when ladies are gone to the China houses, or the Exchange, that he may meet 'em by chance, and give 'em presents, some two or three hundred pounds-worth of toys, to be laughed at. He is never without a spare banquet, or sweetmeats in his chamber, for their women to alight at, and come up to, for a bait. Excellent! He was a fine youth last night, but now he is much sinner! what is his christen-name? I ha' forgot. Sir AMOROUS LA-FOOLE. The gentleman is here below, that owns that name. heart, he's come, to invite me to dinner, I hold my life. Like enough: pray thee, let's ha' him up. Boy, marshal him. With a truncheon, sir? Away, I beseech you. I'll make him tell us his pedigree, now; and what meat he has to dinner; and, who are his guests; and, the whole course of his fortunes: with a breath. 'Save, dear sir DAUPHINE, honoured master CLERIMONT. Sir AMOROUS! you have very much honested my lodging, with your presence. Good faith, it is a fine lodging! almost, as delicate a lodging, as mine. Not so, sir. Excuse me, sir, if it were i' the Strand, I assure you. I am come, master CLERIMONT, to entreat you wait upon two or three ladies, to dinner, to day. How, sir! wait upon 'em? did you ever see me carry dishes? No, sir, dispense with me; I meant, to bear 'em company. O, that I will, sir. The doubtfulness o' your phrase, believe it, sir, would breed you a quarrel, once an hour, with the terrible boys, if you should but keep 'em fellowship a day. It should be extremely against my will, sir, if I contested with any man. I believe it, sir; where hold you your feast? At TOM OTTERS, sir. TOM OTTER? what's he?
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PlayEpicene, or The Silent Woman
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1616
First performance / composition (Annals)1609
First performance (BritDrama)1610 [Jan] [1609-1610]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 704 · TCP A04632 · DEEP 5074.13
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 151–175 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 58 in this edition
Length459 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.707
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I pray thee let's goe. I would faine partake this. Some water, Boy. Wee are inuited to dinner together, he and I, by one that came thether to him, sir LA-FOOLE. O, that's a precious mannikin! Doe you know him? I, and he will know you too, if ere he saw you but once, though you should meet him at church in the midst of praiers. Hee is one of the Braueries, though he be none o' the Wits. He will salute a Iudge vpon the bench, and a Bishop in the pulpit, a Lawyer when hee is pleading at the barre, and a Lady when shee is dauncing in a masque, and put her out. He do's giue playes, and suppers, and inuites his guests to 'hem, aloud, out of his windore, as they ride by in coaches. He has a lodging in the Strand for the purpose. Or to watch when ladies are gone to the China houses, or the Exchange, that hee may meet 'hem by chance, and giue 'hem presents, some two or three hundred pounds-worth of toyes, to be laught at. He is neuer without a spare banquet, or sweet-meats in his chamber, for their women to alight at, and come vp to, for a bait. Excellent! He was a fine youth last night, but now he is much siner! what is his christen-name? I ha' forgot. Sir AMOROVS LA-FOOLE. The gentleman is here below, that ownes that name. Hart, hee's come, to inuite me to dinner, I hold my life. Like enough: pray thee, let's ha' him vp. Boy, marshall him. With a truncheon, sir? Away, I beseech you. I'le make him tell vs his pedegree, now; and what meat he has to dinner; and, who are his guests; and, the whole course of his fortunes: with a breath. S'Aue, deare sir DAVPHINE, honor'd master CLERIMONT. Sir AMOROVS! you haue very much honested my lodging, with your presence. Good faith, it is a fine lodging! almost, as delicate a lodging, as mine. Not so, sir. Excuse me, sir, if it were i' the Strand, I assure you. I am come, master CLERIMONT, to entreat you wait vpon two or three ladies, to dinner, to day. How, sir! wait vpon 'hem? did you euer see me carry dishes? No, sir, dispence with me; I meant, to beare 'hem companie. O, that I will, sir. The doubtfulnesse o' your phrase, beleeue it, sir, would breed you a quarrell, once an houre, with the terrible boyes, if you should but keepe 'hem fellowship a day. It should be extremely against my will, sir, if I contested with any man. I beleeue it, sir; where hold you your feast? At TOM OTTERS, sir. TOM OTTER? what's he?