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 0.78 · 488 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.
Come, you disguise it— Sir Amorous and you. If you love me, Iack, you shall make use of your Philosophy now, for this once, and deliver me your Sword. This is not the Wedding the centaurs were at, though there be a she-one here. The Bride has entreated me I will see no blood shed at her Bridal, you saw her whisper me erewhile. As I hope to finish Tacitus, I intend no Murder. Do you not wait for Sir Amorous? Not I, by my Knighthood. And your Scholarship too? And my Scholarship too. Go to, than I return you your Sword, and ask you mercy; but put it not up, for you will be assaulted. I understood that you had apprehended it, and walked here to brave him: and that you had held your life contemptible, in regard of your honour. No, no, no such thing I assure you. He and I parted now, as good friends as could be. Trust not you to that Visor. I saw him since Dinner with another face: I have known many men in my time vexed with losses, with deaths, and with abuses, but so offended a Wight as Sir Amorous, did I never see, or read of. For taking away his Guests, Sir, today, that's the cause: and he declares it behind your back; with such threatenings and contempts— He said to Dauphine, you were the arrant'st Ass— ay, he may say his pleasure. And swears you are so protested a Coward, that he knows you will never do him any manly or single right, and therefore he will take his course. I'll give him any satisfaction, Sir— but fighting. ay, Sir, but who knows what satisfaction he'll take? blood he thirsts for, and blood he will have: and whereabouts on you he will have it, who knows but himself? I pray you, Master Tru-wit, be you a Mediator. Well, Sir, conceal yourself then in this study, till I return. Nay, you must be content to be locked in: for, for mine own reputation I would not have you seen to receive a public disgrace, while I have the matter in managing. God's so, here he comes: keep your breath close, that he do not hear you sigh. In good faith, Sir Amorous, he is not this way, I pray you be merciful, do not murder him; he is a Christian as good as you: you are armed as if you sought a revenge on all his Race. Good Dauphine, get him away from this place. I never knew a man's choler so high, but he would speak to his friends, he would hear reason. Iack Daw, Iack Daw. asleep? Is he gone, Master Tru-wit? ay, did you hear him? O God, yes. What a quick ear fear has? But is he so armed, as you say? Armed? did you ever see a fellow, set out to take possession?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 807–827 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 52 in this edition
Length
488 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T58 — Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-centred groupcontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.775 (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)
Come, you diſguiſe it—Sir Amorous and you. If you loue me, Iack, you ſhal make vſe of your Philoſophy now, for this once, and deliuer me your Sword. This is not the Wedding the Centaures were at, though there be a ſhee-one here. The Bride has entreated mee I will ſee no bloud ſhed at her Bridall, you ſaw her whiſper me ere-while. As I hope to finiſh Tacitus, I intend no Murder. Doe you not wait for Sir Amorous? Not I, by my Knight-hood. And your Schollerſhip too? And my Schollerſhip too. Goe to, then I returne you your Sword, and aske you mercy; but put it not vp, for you will bee aſſaulted. I vnderſtood that you had apprehended it, and walkt here to braue him: and that you had held your life contemptible, in regard of your honour. No, no, no ſuch thing I aſſure you. He and I parted now, as good fileds as could be. Truſt not you to that Viſor. I ſaw him ſince Dinner with another face: I haue knowne many men in my time vex'd with loſſes, with doeths, and with abuſes, but ſo offended a Wight as Sir Amorous, did I neuer ſee, or read of. For taking away his Gueſts, Sir, to day, that's the cauſe: and he declares it behind your back; with ſuch threatnings and centempts—Hee ſaid to Dauphine, you were the errandſt Aſſe— I, he may ſay his pleaſure. And ſweares you are ſo proteſted a Coward, that hee knowes you will neuer doe him any manly or ſingle right, and therefore he will take his courſe. I'll giue him any ſatisfaction, Sir—but fighting. I, Sir, but who knowes what ſatisfaction hee'll take? bloud hee thirſts for, and bloud hee will haue: and where-abouts on you he will haue it, who knowes but himſelfe? I pray you, Maſter Tru-wit, be you a Mediator. Well, Sir, conceale your ſelfe then in this ſtudie, till I returne. Nay, you muſt bee content to bee lock'd in: for, for mine owne reputation I would not haue you ſeene to receiue a publique diſgrace, while I haue the matter in managing. Gods ſo, here hee comes: keepe your breath cloſe, that he doe not heare you ſigh. In good faith, Sir Amorous, he is not this way, I pray you be mercifull, doe not murder him; hee is a Chriſtian as good as you: you are arm'd as if you ſought a reuenge on all his Race. Good Dauphine, get him away from this place. I neuer knew a mans choller ſo high, but hee would ſpeake to his friends, he would heare reaſon. Iack Daw, Iack Daw! a-ſleepe? Is he gone, Maſter Tru-wit? I, did you heare him? O God, yes. What a quicke eare feare has? But is he ſo arm'd, as you ſay? Arm'd? did you euer ſee a fellow, ſet out to take poſſeſſion?