Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Epicene, or The Silent Woman · chunk 34 of 58

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels
unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 489 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.

Yes by my troth am I: 'twere ill dissembling before thee. With which of 'em, I pray thee? With all the collegiates. Out on thee. we'll keep you at home, believe it, i' the stable, and you be such a stallion. No. I like him well. Men should love wisely, and all women: some one for the face, and let her please the eye; another for the skin, and let her please the touch; a third for the voice, and let her please the ear; and where the objects mix, let the senses so too. Thou wouldst think it strange, if I should make 'em all in love with thee afore night! I would say thou hadst the best philter i' the world, and couldst do more than madame MEDEA, or Doctor FOREMAN. If I do not, let me play the mountebank for my meat while I live, and the bawd for my drink. So be it, I say. O Lord, gentlemen, how my knights and I have missed you here! Why, Captain, what service? what service? To see me bring up my bull, bear, and horse to fight. Yes faith, the Captain says we shall be his dogs to bait 'em. A good employment. Come on, let's see a course then. I am afraid my cousin will be offended if she come. Be afraid of nothing. Gentlemen, I have placed the drum and the trumpets, and one to give 'em the sign when you are ready. Here's my bull for myself, and my bear for sir JOHN DAW, and my horse for sir AMOROUS. Now set your foot to mine, and yours to his, and— Pray god my cousin come not. Saint GEORGE, and saint ANDREW, fear no cousins. Come, sound, sound. Et rauco strepuerunt cornua cantu. Well said, Captain, i'faith: well fought at the bull. Well held at the bear. Low, low, Captain. O, the horse has kicked off his dog already. I cannot drink it, as I am a Knight. God's so, off with his spurs, somebody. It goes again my conscience. My cousin will be angry with it. I ha' done mine. You fought high and fair, sir JOHN. At the head. Like an excellent beare-dog. You take no notice of the business, I hope. Not a word, sir, you see we are jovial. Sir AMOROUS, you must not aequivocate. It must be pulled down, for all my cousin. 'Sfoot, if you take not your drink, they'll think you are discontented wit some thing: you'll betray all, if you take the least notice. Not I, I'll both drink, and talk then. You must pull the horse on his knees, sir AMOROUS: fear no cousins. jacta est alea. O, now he's in his vain, and bold. The least hint given him of his wife now, will make him rail desperately. Speak to him of her. Do you, and I'll fetch her to the hearing of it.
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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 714–751 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 58 in this edition
Length489 words · 676 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T8 — Captains, gallants and cheats at 0.799
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)
Yes by my troth am I: 'twere ill dissembling before thee. With which of 'hem, I pray thee? With all the collegiates. Out on thee. Wee'll keepe you at home, beleeue it, i' the stable, and you be such a stallion. No. I like him well. Men should loue wisely, and all women: some one for the face, and let her please the eye; another for the skin, and let her please the touch; a third for the voice, and let her please the eare; and where the obiects mixe, let the senses so too. Thou wouldst thinke it strange, if I should make 'hem all in loue with thee afore night! I would say thou had'st the best philtre i' the world, and couldst doe more then madame MEDEA, or Doctor FOREMAN. If I doe not, let me play the mounte-banke for my meate while I liue, and the bawd for my drinke. So be it, I say. O Lord, gentlemen, how my knights and I haue mist you here! Why, Captaine, what seruice? what seruice? To see me bring vp my bull, beare, and horse to fight. Yes faith, the Captaine saies we shall be his dogs to baite 'hem. A good imployment. Come on, let's see a course then. I am afraid my cousin will be offended if shee come. Be afraid of nothing. Gentlemen, I haue plac'd the drum and the trumpets, and one to giue 'hem the signe when you are ready. Here's my bull for my selfe, and my beare for sir IOHN DAW, and my horse for sir AMOROVS. Now set your foot to mine, and yours to his, and — Pray god my cousin come not. Saint GEORGE, and saint ANDREW, feare no cousins. Come, sound, sound. Et rauco strepuerunt cornua cantu. Well said, Captaine, yfaith: well fought at the bull. Well held at the beare. Low, low, Captayne. O, the horse has kickt off his dog alreadie. I cannot drinke it, as I am a Knight. Gods so, off with his spurres, some-body. It goes againe my conscience. My cousin will bee angrie with it. I ha' done mine. You fought high and faire, sir IOHN. At the head. Like an excellent beare-dog. You take no notice of the businesse, I hope. Not a word, sir, you see we are iouiall. Sir AMOROVS, you must not aequiuocate. It must bee pull'd downe, for all my cousin. Sfoot, if you take not your drinke, they'll thinke you are discontented wit some thing: you'll betray all, if you take the least notice. Not I, I'll both drinke, and talke then. You must pull the horse on his knees, sir AMOROVS: feare no cousins. Iacta est alea. O, now hee's in his vaine, and bold. The least hint giuen him of his wife now, will make him raile desperately. Speake to him of her. Doe you, and I'll fetch her to the hearing of it.