Jonson, Ben · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T58 Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-c typicality 0.88 · 513 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.
Beyond your expectation? by this light, I knew, it would be thus. Nay, sweet Tru-wit, forgive me. No, I was ignorantly officious, impertinent: this was the absurd, weak part. Wilt thou ascribe that to merit, now, was mere fortune? Fortune? mere Providence. Fortune had not a finger in't. I saw it must necessarily in nature fall out so: my genius is never false to me in these things. Show me, how it could be otherwise. Nay, Gentlemen, contend not, 'tis well now. Alas, I let him go on with inconsiderate, and rash, and what he pleased. Away thou strange justifier of thyself, to be wiser than thou wert, by the event. Event! By this light, thou shalt never persuade me, but I foresaw it, as well as the Stars themselves. Nay, Gentlemen, 'tis well now do you two entertain Sir Iohn Daw, with discourse, while I send her away with instructions. I'll be acquainted with her, first, by your favour. Master Tru-wit, Lady, a friend of ours. I am sorry, I have not known you sooner, Lady, to celebrate this rare virtue of your silence. Faith, an' you had come sooner, you should ha' seen, and heard her well celebrated in Sir Iohn Daw's Madrigals. Jack Daw, God save you, when saw you La-Foole? Not since last night, Master Tru-wit. That's Miracle! I thought you two had been inseparable. He's gone to invite his Guests. God's so! 'tis true! what a false memory have I towards that man! I am one: I met him e'en now, upon that he calls his delicate fine black Horse, rid into a foam, with posting from place to place, and person to person, to give 'em the cue— Lest they should forget? Yes: there was never poor Captain took more pains at a Muster to show men, than he, at this meal, to show friends. It is his Quarter-feast, Sir. What! do you say so, Sir Iohn? Nay, Jack Daw will not be out, at the best friends he has, to the Talon of his wit: where's his Mistress, to hear and applaud him? is she gone! Is Mistress Epicoene gone? Gone afore, with Sir Dauphine, I warrant to the place. Gone afore! that were a manifest injury; a disgrace and a half: to refuse him at such a Festival time, as this, being a Bravery, and a Wit too. Tut, he'll swallow it like Cream: he's better read in Iure Civili, then to esteem any thing a disgrace is offered him from a Mistress. Nay, let her e'en go; she shall sit alone, and be dumb in her Chamber, a Week together, for Iohn Daw, I warrant her: does she refuse me? No, Sir, do not take it so to heart: she does not refuse you, but a little neglect you. Good faith, Tru-wit, you were too blame to put it into his head, that she does refuse him. She does refuse him, Sir, palpably: however you mince it. An' I were as he, I would swear to speak ne'er a word to her, today, for't.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 273–303 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 52 in this edition
Length
513 words · 723 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T58 — Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-centred groupcontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.882 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T54 · seed 44: T54 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Beyond your expectation? by this light, I knew, it would be thus. Nay, ſweet Tru-wit, forgiue me. No, I was ignorantly officious, impertinent: this was the abſurd, weake part. Wilt thou aſcribe that to merit, now, was meere fortune? Fortune? meere Prouidence. Fortune had not a finger in't. I ſaw it muſt neceſſarily in nature fall out ſo: my genius is neuer falſe to me in theſe things. Shew mee, how it could be otherwiſe. Nay, Gentlemen, contend not, tis well now. Alaſſe, I let him goe on with inconſiderate, and raſh, and what he pleas'd. Away thou ſtrange inſtifier of thy ſelfe, to bee wiſer then thou wert, by the euent. Euent! By this light, thou ſhalt neuer perſwade me, but I fore-ſaw it, aſwell as the Starres themſelues. Nay, Gentlemen, 'tis well now doe you two entertaine Sir Iohn Daw, with diſcourſe, while I ſend her away with inſtructions. I'll be acquainted with her, firſt, by your favour. Maſter Tru-wit, Lady, a friend of ours. I am ſorry, I haue not knowne you ſooner, Lady, to celebrate this rare vertue of your ſilence. Faith, an' you had come ſooner, you ſhould ha' ſeene, and heard her well celebrated in Sir Iohn Daw's Madrigalls. Iacke Daw, God ſaue you, when ſaw you La-Foole? Not ſince laſt night, Maſter Tru-wit. That's Miracle! I thought you two had beene inſeparable. He's gone to inuite his Gueſts. Gods ſo! tls true! what a falſe memory haue I towards that man! I am one: I met him e'ne now, vpon that he calls his delicate fine blacke Horſe, rid into a foame, with poſting from place to place, and perſon to perſon, to giue hem the cue— Left they ſhould forget? Yes: there was neuer poore Captaine tooke more paines at a Muſter to ſhow men, then hee, at this meale, to ſhew friends. It is his Quarter-feaſt, Sir. What! doe you ſay ſo, Sir Iohn? Nay, Iacke Daw will not be out, at the beſt friends he has, to the Talent of his wit: where's his Miſtris, to heare and applaud him? is ſhe gone! Is Miſtris Epicoene gone? Gone afore, with Sir Dauphine, I warrant to the place. Gone afore! that were a manifeſt iniurie; a diſgrace and a halfe: to refuſe him at ſuch a Feſtiuall time, as this, being a Brauery, and a Wit too. Tut, hee'll ſwallow it like Creame: hee's better read in Iure Ciuili, then to eſteeme any thing a diſgrace is offer'd him from a Miſtris. Nay, let her eene goe; ſhee ſhall ſit alone, and bee dumbe in her Chamber, a Weeke together, for Iohn Daw, I warrant her: do's ſhe refuſe me? No, Sir, doe not take it ſo to heart: ſhee do's not refuſe you, but a little neglect you. Good faith, Tru-wit, you were too blame to put it into his head, that ſhee do's refuſe him. Shee do's refuſe him, Sir, palpably: how euer you mince it. An' I were as he, I would ſweare to ſpeake ne're a word to her, to day, for't.