Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Epicene, or The Silent Woman · chunk 13 of 58

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels
unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 510 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.

Come, ha' me to my chamber: but first shut the door. O, shut the door, shut the door: Is he come again? 'Tis I, sir, your barber. O CUTBERD, CUTBERD, CUTBERD! here has been a cut-throat with me: help me in to my bed, and give me physic with thy counsel. NAy, and she will, let her refuse, at her own charges: 'tis nothing to me, gentlemen. But she will not be invited to the like feasts, or guests, every day. O, by no means, she may not refuse— to stay at home, if you love your reputation: 'Slight, you are invited thither o' purpose to be seen, and laughed at by the lady of the college, and her shadows. This trumpeter hath proclaimed you. You shall not go; let him be laughed at in your stead, for not bringing you: and put him to his extemporal faculty of fooling, and talking loud to satisfy the company. He will suspect us, talk aloud. Pray mistress EPICOENE, let's see your verses; we have sir JOHN DAW'S leave: do not conceal your servants merit, and your own glories. They'll prove my servants glories, if you have his leave so soon. His vain glories, lady! Show 'em, show 'em, mistress, I dare own 'em. judge you, what glories? Nay, I'll read 'em myself, too: an author must recite his own works. It is a madrigal of modesty. Modest, and fair, for fair and good are near Neighbours, how e'er.— Very good. I, Is't not? No noble virtue ever was alone, But two in one. Excellent! That again, I pray'sir JOHN. It has some thing in't like rare wit, and sense. Peace. No noble virtue ever was alone, But two in one. Then, when I praise sweet modesty, I praise Bright beauties rays: And having praised both beauty and modesty, I have praised thee. Admirable! How it chimes, and cries tinke i' the close, divinely! I, 'tis SENECA. No, I think 'tis PLUTARCH. The dor on PLUTARCH, and SENECA, I hate it: they are mine own imaginations, by that light. I wonder those fellows have such credit with gentlemen. They are very grave authors. Grave asses! mere Essayists! a few lose sentences, and that's all. A man would talk so, his whole age, I do utter as good things every hour, if they were collected, and observed, as either of'em. Indeed! sir JOHN? He must needs, living among the Wits, and Braveries too. I, and being precedent of'em, as he is. There is ARISTOTLE, a mere common place-fellow; PLATO, a discourser; THUCYDIDES, and LIVY, tedious and dry; TACITUS, an entire knot: sometimes worth the untying, very seldom. What do you think of the Poets, sir JOHN? Not worthy to be named for authors. HOMER, an old tedious prolix ass, talks of curriers, and chines of beef. VIRGIL, of dunging of land, and bees. HORACE, of I know not what. I think so. And so PINDARUS, LYCOPHRON, ANACREON, CATULLUS, SENECA the tragedian, LUCAN, PROPERTIUS, TIBULLUS, MARTIAL, IWENAL, AUSONIUS, STATIUS, POLITIAN, VALERIUS FLACCUS, and the rest—
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 219–259 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 58 in this edition
Length510 words · 811 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T35 — Fools, wit and railing at 0.776
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)
Come, ha' me to my chamber: but first shut the dore. O, shut the dore, shut the dore: Is he come againe? 'Tis I, sir, your barber. O CVTBERD, CVTBERD, CVTBERD! here has bin a cut-throate with me: helpe me in to my bed, and giue me physicke with thy counsell. NAy, and she will, let her refuse, at her owne charges: 'tis nothing to me, gentlemen. But she will not bee inuited to the like feasts, or guests, euery day. O, by no meanes, shee may not refuse—to stay at home, if you loue your reputation: 'Slight, you are inuited thither o' purpose to bee seene, and laught at by the lady of the colledge, and her shadowes. This trumpeter hath proclaim'd you. You shall not goe; let him be laught at in your steade, for not bringing you: and put him to his extemporall faculty of fooling, and talking loud to satisfie the company. He will suspect vs, talke aloud. 'Pray' mistris EPICOENE, let's see your verses; we haue sir IOHN DAW'S leaue: doe not conceale your seruants merit, and your owne glories. They'll proue my seruants glories, if you haue his leaue so soone. His vaine glories, lady! Shew 'hem, shew 'hem, mistris, I dare owne 'hem. Iudge you, what glories? Nay, I'll read 'hem my selfe, too: an author must recite his own workes. It is a madrigall of modestie. Modest, and faire, for faire and good are neere Neighbours, how ere.— Very good. I, Is't not? No noble vertue euer was alone, But two in one. Excellent! That againe, I pray'sir IOHN. It has some thing in't like rare wit, and sense. Peace. No noble vertue euer was alone, But two in one. Then, when I praise sweet modestie, I praise Bright beauties raies: And hauing prais'd both beauty' and modestee, I haue prais'd thee. Admirable! How it chimes, and cries tinke i' the close, diuinely! I, 'tis SENECA. No, I thinke 'tis PLVTARCH. The dor on PLVTARCH, and SENECA, I hate it: they are mine owne imaginations, by that light. I wonder those fellowes haue such credit with gentlemen. They are very graue authors. Graue asses! meere Essaists! a few loose sentences, and that's all. A man would talke so, his whole age, I doe vtter as good things euery houre, if they were collected, and obseru'd, as either of'hem. Indeede! sir IOHN? Hee must needs, liuing among the Wits, and Braueries too. I, and being president of'hem, as he is. There is ARISTOTLE, a mere common place-fellow; PLATO, a discourser; THVCIDIDES, and LIVIE, tedious and drie; TACITVS, an entire knot: sometimes worth the vntying, very seldome. What doe you think of the Poets, sir IOHN? Not worthy to be nam'd for authors. HOMER, an old tedious prolixe asse, talkes of curriers, and chines of beefe. VIRGIL, of dunging of land, and bees. HORACE, of I know not what. I thinke so. And so PINDARVS, LYCOPHRON, ANACREON, CATVLLVS, SENECA the tragoedian, LVCAN, PROPERTIVS, TIBVLLVS, MARTIAL, IVVENAL, AVSONIVS, STATIVS, POLITIAN, VALERIVS FLACCVS, and the rest—