Jonson, Ben · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens typicality 0.71 · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Mistress Mary Ambree, your examples are dangerous. Rogues, Hellhounds, Stentours, out of my doors, you sons of noise and tumult, begot on an ill May-day, or when the Galley-foist is afloat to Westminster! A Trumpeter could not be conceived but then! What ails you, Sir? They have rent my Roof, Walls, and all my windows asunder, with their brazen throats. Best follow him, Dauphine. So I will. Where's Daw. and La-Foole? They are both run away, Sir. Good Gentlemen, help to pacify my Princess, and speak to the great Ladies for me. Now must I go lie with the Bears this fortnight, and keep out o' the way, till my peace be made, for this scandal she has taken. Did you not see my Bullhead, Gentlemen? Is't not on, Captain? No: but he may make a new one, by that, is on. O, here 'tis. And you come over, Gentlemen, and ask for Tom Otter, we'll go down to Ratcliffe, and have a course i'faith: for all these disasters. There's bona spit left. Away, Captain, get off while you are well. I am glad we are rid of him. You had never been, unless we had put his Wife upon him. His humour is as tedious at last, as it was ridiculous at first. WE wondered why you shrieked so, Mistress Otter. O God, madam, he came down with a huge long naked Weapon in both his hands, and looked so dreadfully! Sure, he's beside himself. Why, what made you there, Mistress Otter? Alas, Mistress Mavis, I was chastising my subject, and thought nothing of him. Faith, Mistress, you must do so too. Learn to chastise. Mistress Otter corrects her Husband so, he dares not speak, but under correction. And with his Hat off to her: 'twould do you good to see. In sadness 'tis good, and mature counsel: practise it, Morose. I'll call you Morose still now, as I call Centaur, and Mavis: we four will be all one. And you'll come to the College, and live with us? Make him give Milk, and Honey. Look how you manage him at first, you shall have him ever after. Let him allow you your Coach, and four Horses, your Woman, your Chambermaid, your Page your gentleman-usher, your French Cook, and four Grooms. And go with us, to Bedlam, to the China Houses, and to the Exchange. It will open the gate to your fame. Here's Centaur has immortalized herself, with taming of her wild Male. ay, she has done the Miracle of the Kingdom. But Ladies, do you count it lawful to have such plurality of Servants, and do 'em all graces? Why not? why should women deny their Favours to men? Are they the poorer, or the worse? Is the Thames the less for the Dyers Water, Mistress? Or a Torch, for lighting many Torches? Well said, La-Foole; what a new one he has got! They are empty losses, women fear, in this kind.
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Position
nodes 676–709 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 52 in this edition
Length
495 words · 708 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letterscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.713 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T5 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Mistris Mary Ambree, your examples are dangerous. Rogues, Hell-hounds, Stentors, out of my doores, you ſonnes of noyſe and tumult, begot on an ill May-day, or when the Gally-foiſt is a-float to Weſtminſter! A Trumpetter could not be conceiu'd but then! What ailes you, Sir? They haue rent my Roofe, Walles, and all my Windores aſunder, with their brazen throates. Beſt follow him, Dauphine. So I will. Where's Daw, and La-Foole? They are both runne away, Sir. Good Gentlemen, helpe to pacifie my Princeſſe, and ſpeake to the great Ladies for mee. Now muſt I goe lye with the Beares this fortnight, and keepe out o' the way, till my peace bee made, for this ſcandale ſhee has taken. Did you not ſee my Bull-head, Gentlemen? Is't not on, Captaine? No: but hee may make a new one, by that, is on. O, here 'tis. And you come ouer, Gentlemen, and aske for Tom Otter, wee'll goe downe to Ratcliffe, and haue a courſe yfaith: for all theſe diſaſters. There's bona ſpet left. Away, Captaine, get off while you are well. I am glad we are rid of him. You had neuer beene, vnleſſe wee had put his Wife vpon him. His humour is as tedious at laſt, as it was ridiculous at firſt. WE wondred why you ſhreek'd ſo, Miſtris Otter. O God, Madame, hee came downe with a huge long naked Weapon in both his hands, and look'd ſo dreadfully! Sure, hee's beſide himſelfe. Why, what made you there, Miſtris Otter? Alas, Miſtris Mauis, I was chaſtiſing my ſubiect, and thought nothing of him. Faith, Miſtris, you muſt doe ſo too. Learne to chaſtize. Miſtris Otter corrects her Husband ſo, hee dares not ſpeake, but vnder correction. And with his Hat off to her: 'twould doe you good to ſee. In ſadneſſe 'tis good, and mature counſell: practize it, Moroſe. I'll call you Moroſe ſtill now, as I call Centaure, and Mauis: we foure will be all one. And you'll come to the Colledge, and liue with vs? Make him giue Milke, and Honey. Looke how you manago him at firſt, you ſhall haue him euer after. Let him allow you your Coach, and foure Horſes, your Woman, your Chamber-maid, your Page your Gentleman-Vſher, your French Cooke, and foure Groomes. And goe with vs, to Bed'lem, to the China Houſes, and to the Exchange. It will open the gate to your fame. Here's Centaure has immortaliz'd her ſelfe, with taming of her wilde Male. I, ſhee has done the Miracle of the Kingdome. But Ladies, doe you count it lawfull to haue ſuch pluralitie of Seruants, and doe 'hem all graces? Why not? why ſhould women denie their Fauours to men? Are they the poorer, or the worſe? Is the Thames the leſſe for the Dyers Water, Miſtris? Or a Torch, for lighting many Torches? Well ſaid, La-Foole; what a new one hee has got! They are emptie loſſes, women feare, in this kind.