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 0.81 · 494 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.
Not I, Sir. I have no discourse— and then you have activity beside. I protest, Sir Iohn, you come as high from Tripoli, as I do every whit: and lift as many joined stools, and leap over 'em, if you would use it— Well, agree on't together Knights; for between you, you divide the Kingdom, or Commonwealth of ladies' affections: I see it, and can perceive a little how they observe you, and fear you, indeed. You could tell strange Stories, my Masters, if you would, I know. Faith, we have seen somewhat, Sir. That we have— Velvet Petticoats, and wrought Smocks, or so. ay, and— Nay, out with it, Sir Iohn: do not envy your friend the pleasure of hearing, when you have had the delight of tasting. Why— a— do you speak, Sir Amorous. No, do you, Sir Iohn Daw. I'faith, you shall. I'faith, you shall. Why, we have been— In the great Bed at Ware together in our time. On, Sir Iohn. Nay, do you, Sir Amorous. And these Ladies with you, Knights? No, excuse us, Sir. We must not wound reputation. No matter— they were these, or others. Our bath cost us fifteen pound, when we came home. Do you hear, Sir Iohn, you shall tell me but one thing truly, as you love me. If I can, I will, Sir. You lay in the same house with the Bride, here? Yes, and conversed with her hourly, Sir. And what humour is she of? is she coming, and open, free? O, exceeding open, Sir. I was her Servant, and Sir Amorous was to be. Come, you have both had favours from her? I know, and have heard so much. O, no, Sir. You shall excuse us, Sir: we must not wound reputation. Tut, she is married, now; and you cannot hurt her with any report, and therefore speak plainly: how many times, i'faith? which of you lead first? Ha? Sir Iohn had her Maidenhead, indeed. O, it pleases him to say so, Sir, but Sir Amorous knows what's what, as well. Dost thou i'faith, Amorous? In a manner, Sir. Why, I commend you Lads. Little knows Don Bride groom of this. Nor shall he, for me. Hang him, mad Ox. Speak softly: here comes his Nephew, with the Lady Haughty. he'll get the Ladies from you, Sirs, if you look not to him in time. Why, if he do, we'll fetch 'em home again, I warrant you. I Assure you, Sir Dauphine, it is the price and estimation of your virtue only, that hath embarked me to this adventure, and I could not but make out to tell you; nor can I repent me of the act, since it is always an argument of some virtue in ourselves, that we love and affect it so in others. Your Ladyship sets too high a price, on my weakness. Sir, I can distinguish Gems from Pebbles— (Are you so skilful in Stones?)
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Position
nodes 1050–1089 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 43 of 52 in this edition
Length
494 words · 695 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T58 — Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-centred groupcontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.808 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T54 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Not I, Sir. I haue no diſcourſe—and then you haue actiuitie beſide. I proteſt, Sir Iohn, you come as high from Tripoly, as I doe euery whit: and lift as many ioyn'd ſtooles, and leape ouer 'hem, if you would vſe it— Well, agree on't together Knights; for betweene you, you diuide the Kingdome, or Common-wealth of Ladies affections: I ſee it, and can perceiue a little how they obſerue you, and fear you, indeed. You could tell ſtrange Stories, my Maſters, if you would, I know. Faith, we haue ſeene ſomewhat, Sir. That we haue—Vellet Petticoates, and wrought Smocks, or ſo. I, and— Nay, out with it, Sir Iohn: doe not enuie your friend the pleaſure of hearing, when you haue had the delight of taſting. Why—a—doe you ſpeake, Sir Amorous. No, doe you, Sir Iohn Daw. I'faith, you ſhall. I'faith, you ſhall. Why, we haue beene— In the great Bed at Ware together in our time. On, Sir Iohn. Nay, doe you, Sir Amorous. And theſe Ladies with you, Knights? No, excuſe vs, Sir. We muſt not wound reputation. No matter—they were theſe, or others. Our bath coſt vs fifteene pound, when we came home. Doe you heare, Sir Iohn, you ſhall tell mee but one thing truly, as you loue me. If I can, I will, Sir. You lay in the ſame houſe with the Bride, here? Yes, and conuerſt with her hourely, Sir. And what humour is ſhe of? is ſhee comming, and open, free? O, exceeding open, Sir. I was her Seruant, and Sir Amorous was to be. Come, you haue both had fauours from her? I know, and haue heard ſo much. O, no, Sir. You ſhall excuſe vs, Sir: we muſt not wound reputation. Tut, ſhe is marryed, now; and you cannot hurt her with any report, and therefore ſpeake plainly: how many times, yfaith? which of you lead firſt? Ha? Sir Iohn had her Mayden-head, indeed. O, it pleaſes him to ſay ſo, Sir, but Sir Amorous knowes what's what, as well. Do'ſt thou yfaith, Amorous? In a manner, Sir. Why, I commend you Lads. Little knowes Don Bride groome of this. Nor ſhall he, for me. Hang him, mad Oxe. Speake ſoftly: here comes his Nephew, with the Ladie Haughty. Hee'll get the Ladies from you, Sirs, if you looke not to him in time. Why, if he doe, wee'll fetch 'hem home againe, I warrant you. IAſſure you, Sir Dauphine, it is the price and eſtimation of your vertue only, that hath embarqu'd mee to this aduenture, and I could not but make out to tell you; nor can I repent me of the act, ſince it is alwayes an argument of ſome vertue in our ſelues, that wee loue and affect it ſo in others. Your Ladiſhip ſets too high a price, on my weakneſſe. Sir, I can diſtinguiſh Gemmes from Peebles— (Are you ſo skilfull in Stones?)