Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Epicene, or The Silent Woman · chunk 29 of 52

Jonson, Ben · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels
unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 500 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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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.

Good faith, I should rather question you, that are so harkening after these Mysteries. I begin to suspect your diligence, Dauphine. Speak, art thou in love in earnest? 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: someone 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 a fore Night! I would say thou hadst the best Philtre i' the World, and couldst do more than madam 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 Iohn 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 cornuacantu. 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 Iohn. At the head. Like an excellent bear-dog. You take no notice of the business I hope. Not a word, Sir, you see we are jovial. Sir Amorous, you must not equivocate. It must be pulled down, for all my Cousin. 'sfoot, if you take not your drink, they'll think you are discontented with 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.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayEpicene, or The Silent Woman
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1620
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 705 · TCP A04645 · DEEP 580
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 599–635 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 52 in this edition
Length500 words · 692 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T8 — Captains, gallants and cheats at 0.826
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)
Good faith, I ſhould rather queſtion you, that are ſo harkening after theſe Myſteries. I begin to ſuſpect your diligence, Dauphine. Speake, art thou in loue in earneſt? 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: ſomeone for the face, and let her pleaſe the eye; another for the skin, and let her pleaſe the touch; a third for the voyce, 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 a fore 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 mee bring vp my Bull, Beare, and Horſe to fight. Yes faith, the Captaine ſayes we ſhall be his Dogs to bait 'hem. A good imployment. Come on, let's ſee a courſe then. I am afraid my Couſin will bee offended if ſhee come. Be afraid of nothing. Gentlemen, I haue plac'd the Drumme and the Trumpets, and one to giue 'hem the ſigne when you are readie. Here's my Bull for my ſelfe, and my Beare for Sir Iohn 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, feare no Couſins. Come, ſound, ſound. Et rauco ſtrepuerunt cornuacantu. Well ſaid, Captaine, yfaith: well fought at the Bull. Well held at the Beare. Low, low, Captaine. O' the Horſe has kickt off his Dogge 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 be angry with it. I ha' done mine. You fought high and faire, Sir Iohn. At the head. Like an excellent Beare-Dogge. You take no notice of the buſineſſe I hope. Not a word, Sir, you ſee we are iouiall. Sir Amorous, 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 with 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 Amorous: 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.