Jonson, Ben · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T46 Swords, quarrels and valour typicality 0.81 · 483 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Friends? Nay, and he should not be so, and heartily too, upon these terms, he shall have me to enemy while I live. Come, Sir, bear it bravely. O God, Sir, 'tis nothing. True. What's six kicks to a man, that reads Seneca? I have had a hundred, Sir. Sir Amorous. No speaking one to another, or rehearsing old matters. One, two, three, four, five. I protest, Sir Amorous, you shall have six. Nay, I told you should not talk. Come give him six, and he will needs. Your Sword. Now return to your safe custody: you shall presently meet afore the Ladies, and be the dearest friends one to another— Give me the Scarf, now, thou shalt beat the other bare-faced. Stand by, Sir Amorous. What's here? A Sword. I cannot help it, without I should take the quarrel upon myself: here he has sent you his Sword— I ll receive none on't. And he will you to fasten it against a wall, and break your head in some few several places against the Hilts. I will not: tell him roundly. I cannot endure to shed my own blood. Will you not? No. I ll beat it against a fair flat wall, if that will satisfy him: If not, he shall beat it himself, for Amorous. Why, this is strange starting off, when a man undertakes for you! I offered him another condition: will you stand to that? Yes, I am content, at the blunt. Then you must submit yourself to be hood-winked in this Scarce, and be led to him, where he will take your Sword from you, and make you bear a blow, over the Mouth, Gules, and tweaks by the Nose, Sans numbered. I am content. But why must I be blinded? That's for your good, Sir: because, if he should grow insolent upon this, and publish it hereafter to your disgrace (which I hope he will not do) you might swear safely and protest, he never beat you to your knowledge. O, I conceive. I do not doubt, but you'll be perfect good friends upon't, and not dare to utter an ill thought one of another, in future. Not I, as God help me, of him. Nor he of you, Sir. If he should— Come, Sir. All hid, Sir Iohn. Oh, Sir Iohn, Sir Iohn. Oh, ô-ô o o o Oh— Good Sir Iohn, leave tweaking, you'll blow his Nose off. 'Tis Sir Iohn's pleasure, you should retire into the Study. Why, now you are friends. All bitterness between you, I hope, is buried; you shall come forth by and by, Damon and Pythias upon't: and embrace with all the rankness of Friendship that can be. I trust, we shall have 'em tamer i'their Language hereafter. Dauphine, I worship thee. God's will, the Ladies have surprised us! centaur, how our judgements were imposed on by these adulterate Knights!
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Position
nodes 911–936 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 39 of 52 in this edition
Length
483 words · 671 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T46 — Swords, quarrels and valourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.806 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T42 · seed 44: T42 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Friends? Nay, and he ſhould not be ſo, and heartily too, vpon theſe termes, he ſhall haue me to enemie while I liue. Come, Sir, beare it brauely. O God, Sir, 'tis nothing. Tru. What's ſix kicks to a man, that reades Seneca? I haue had a hundred, Sir. Sir Amorous. No ſpeaking one to another, or rehearſing old matters. One, two, three, foure, fiue. I proteſt, Sir Amorous, you ſhall haue ſix. Nay, I told you ſhould not talke. Come giue him ſix, and he will needs. Your Sword. Now returne to your ſafe cuſtody: you ſhall preſently meete afore the Ladies, and be the deareſt friends one to another—Giue mee the Scarfe, now, thou ſhalt beat the other bare-fac'd. Stand by, Sir Amorous. What's here? A Sword. I cannot helpe it, without I ſhould take the quarrell vpon my ſelfe: here he has ſent you his Sword— I ll receiue none on't. And hee wils you to faſten it againſt a wall, and breake your head in ſome few ſeuerall places againſt the Hilts. I will not: tell him roundly. I cannot endure to ſhed my owne bloud. Will you not? No. I ll beat it againſt a faire flat wall, if that will ſatisfie him: If not, he ſhall beat it himſelfe, for Amorous. Why, this is ſtrange ſtarting off, when a man vndertakes for you! I offered him another condition: will you ſtand to that? Yes, I am content, at the blunt. Then you muſt ſubmit your ſelfe to bee hood-wink'd in this Skarſe, and bee led to him, where hee will take your Sword from you, and make you beare a blow, ouer the Mouth, Gules, and tweakes by the Noſe, Sans numbre. I am content. But why muſt I be blinded? That's for your good, Sir: becauſe, if hee ſhould grow inſolent vpon this, and publſh it hereafter to your diſgrace (which I hope hee will not doe) you might ſweare ſafely and proteſt, hee neuer beate you to your knowledge. O, I conceiue. I doe not doubt, but you'll bee perfect good friends vpon't, and not dare to vtter an ill thought one of another, in future. Not I, as God helpe me, of him. Nor he of you, Sir. If he ſhould—Come, Sir. All hid, Sir Iohn. Oh, Sir Iohn, Sir Iohn. Oh, ô-ô ô ô ô Oh— Good Sir Iohn, leaue tweaking, you'll blow his Noſe off. 'Tis Sir Iohn's pleaſure, you ſhould retyre into the Studie. Why, now you are friendes. All bitterneſſe betweene you, I hope, is buried; you ſhall come forth by and by, Damon and Pythias vpon't: and embrace with all the rankneſſe of Friendſhip that can bee. I truſt, we ſhall haue 'hem tamer i'their Language hereafter. Dauphine, I worſhip thee. Gods will, the Ladies haue ſurpris'd vs! CEntaure, how our iudgements were impos'd on by theſe adulterate Knights!