Jonson, Ben · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.58 · 516 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.
What a sackful of their names he has got! And how he pours 'em out! Politian, with Valerius Flaccus! Was not the Character right, of him? As could be made, i'faith. And Persius, a crabbed Coxcomb, not to be endured. Why? whom do you account for Authors, Sir Iohn Daw? Syntagma Iuris Civilis, Corpus Iuris Civilis, Corpus Iuris Canonici, the King of Spain's Bible. Is the King of Spain's Bible an Author? Yes, and Syntagma. What was that Syntagma, Sir? A Civil Lawyer, a Spaniard. Sure, Corpus was a Dutch-man. ay, both the corpuses, I knew 'em: they were very corpulent Authors. And, then there's Vatablus, Pomponatius, Symancha, the other are not to be received, within the thought of a Scholar. Fore God, you have a simple learned Servant, Lady, in Titles. I wonder that he is not called to the Helm, and made a Councillor! He is one extraordinary. Nay, but in Ordinary! to say truth, the State wants such. Why, that will follow. I muse, a Mistress can be so silent to the dotes of such a Servant. 'Tis her Virtue, Sir. I have written somewhat of her silence too. In Verse, Sir Iohn? What else? Why? how can you justify your own being of a Poet, that so slight all the old Poets? Why? every man, that writes in Verse, is not a Poet; you have of the Wits, that write Verses, and yet are no Poets: they are Poets that live by it, the poor fellows that live by it. Why? would not you live by your Verses, Sir Iohn? No, 'twere pity he should. A Knight live by his Verses? he did not make 'em to that end, I hope. And yet the noble Sidney lives by his, and the Noble Family not ashamed. ay, he professed himself; but Sir Iohn Daw. more caution: he'll not hinder his own rising i' the state so much! do you think he will? Your Verses, good Sir Iohn, and no Poems. Silence in woman, is like speech in man, Deny't who can. Not I, believe it: your reason, Sir. Nor is't a Tale, That Female Vice should be a Virtue Male, Or Masculine Vice, a Female Virtue be: You shall it see Proved with increase, I know to speak, and she to hold her peace. Do you conceive me Gentlemen? No faith, how mean you with increase, Sir Iohn? Why, with increase is, when I court her for the common cause of Mankind; and she says nothing, but consentire videtur: and in time is gravida. Then, this is a Ballad of Procreation? A Madrigal of Procreation, you mistake. Pray give me my Verses again, Servant. If you you'll ask 'em aloud, you shall. See, here's Tru-wit again! WHere hast thou been, in the name of madness! thus accoutred with thy Horn? Where the sound of it might have pierced your senses, with gladness, had you been in ear-reach of it. Dauphine, fall down and worship me: I have forbid the Banes, Lad. I have been with thy virtuous Uncle, and have broke the match.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 205–252 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 52 in this edition
Length
516 words · 763 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T9 — Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playerscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.579 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T15 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What a ſacke-full of their names he has got! And how he powres 'hem out! Politian, with Valerius Flaccus! Was not the Character right, of him? As could be made, i'faith. And Perſius, a crabbed Cockeſcombe, not to bee endur'd. Why? whom doe you account for Authors, Sir Iohn Daw? Syntagma Iuris Ciuilis, Corpus Iuris Ciuilis, Corpus Iuris Canonici, the King of Spaines Bible. Is the King of Spaines Bible an Author? Yes, and Syntagma. What was that Syntagma, Sir? A Ciuill Lawier, a Spaniard. Sure, Corpus was a Dutch-man. I, both the Corpuſſes, I knew 'hem: they were verie corpulent Authors. And, then there's Vatablus, Pomponatius, Symancha, the other are not to bee receiu'd, within the thought of a Scholler. Fore God, you haue a ſimple learn'd Seruant, Ladie, in Titles. I wonder that hee is not called to the Helme, and made a Councellor! He is one extraordinary. Nay, but in Ordinarie! to ſay truth, the State wants ſuch. Why, that will follow. I muſe, a Miſtris can bee ſo ſilent to the dotes of ſuch a Seruant. 'Tis her Vertue, Sir. I haue written ſomewhat of her ſilence too. In Verſe, Sir Iohn? What elſe? Why? how can you iuſtifie your owne being of a Poet, that ſo ſlight all the old Poets? Why? euery man, that writes in Verſe, is not a Poet; you haue of the Wits, that write Verſes, and yet are no Poets: they are Poets that liue by it, the poore fellowes that liue by it. Why? would not you liue by your Verſes, Sir Iohn? No, 'twere pittie he ſhould. A Knight liue by his Verſes? he did not make 'hem to that end, I hope. And yet the noble Sidney liues by his, and the Noble Family not aſham'd. I, he profeſt himſelfe; but Sir Iohn Daw has more caution: hee'll not hinder his owne riſing i' the ſtate ſo much! doe you thinke he will? Your Verſes, good Sir Iohn, and no Poems. Silence in woman, is like ſpeech in man, Deny't who can. Not I, beleeue it: your reaſon, Sir. Nor i'ſt a Tale, That Female Vice ſhould be a Vertue Male, Or Maſculine Ʋice, a Female Vertue be: You ſhall it ſee Prou'd with increaſe, I know to ſpeake, and ſhe to hold her peace. Doe you conceiue me Gentlemen? No faith, how meane you with increaſe, Sir Iohn? Why, with increaſe is, when I court her for the common cauſe of Mankind; and ſhe ſayes nothing, but conſentire videtur: and in time is grauida. Then, this is a Ballad of Procreation? A Madrigall of Procreation, you miſtake. 'Pray giue me my Verſes againe, Seruant. If you you'll aske 'hem aloud, you ſhall. See, here's Tru-wit againe! WHere haſt thou beene, in the name of madneſſe! thus accoutred with thy Horne? Where the ſound of it might haue pierc'd your ſenſes, with gladneſſe, had you beene in eare-reach of it. Dauphine, fall downe and worſhip me: I haue forbid the Banes, Lad. I haue beene with thy vertuous Vncle, and haue broke the match.