Jonson, Ben · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.82 · 490 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
And, howsoever I may suffer in such a judgement as yours, by admitting equality of rank, or society, with Centaur or Mavis— You do not, madam, I perceive they are your mere Foils. Then are you a friend to truth, Sir. It makes me love you the more. It is not the outward, but the inward man that I affect. They are not apprehensive of an eminent perfection, but love flat, and dully. Where are you, my Lady Haughty. I come presently, Centawe. My Chamber, Sir, my Page shall show you; and Trusty, my woman, shall be ever a wake for you: you need not fear to communicate any thing with her, for she is a Fidelia. I pray you wear this jewel for my sake, Sir Dauphine. Where's Mavis, Centaur? Within, madam, a writing. I'll follow you presently. I'll but speak a word with Sir Dauphine. With me, madam? Good Sir Dauphine, do not trust Haughty, nor make any credit to her, whatever you do besides. Sir Dauphine, I give you this caution, she is a perfect Courtier; and loves nobody, but for her uses: and for her uses, she loves all. Besides, her Physicians give her out to be none o'the clearest, whether she pay 'em or no, Heaven knows: and she's abode fifty too, and pargets! See her in a forenoon. Here comes Mavis, a worse face than she! you would not like this, by Candlelight. If you'll come to my Chamber one o' these Mornings early, or late in an Evening, I'll tell you more. Where's Haughty, Mavis? Within, Centaur. What ha' you, there? An Italian Riddle for Sir Dauphine, (you shall not see it i'faith, Centaur.) Good Sir Dauphine, solve it for me. I'll call for it anon. How now, Dauphine? how dost thou quit thyself of these Females? 'Slight, they haunt me like Fairies, and give me jewels here, I cannot be rid of 'em, O, you must not tell, though. Mass, I forgot that: I was never so assaulted. One loves for virtue, and bribes me with this. Another loves me with caution, and so would possess me. A third brings me a Riddle here, and all are jealous: and rail each at other. A Riddle? pray le' me see't? Sir Dauphine, I chose this way of intimation for privacy. The Ladies here, I know, have both hope, and purpose, to make a Collegiate and Servant of you. If I might be so honoured, as to appear at any end of so noble a Work, I would enter into a fame of taking Physic tomorrow, and continue you it four or five days, or longer, for your visitation. Mavis. By my faith, a subtle one! Call you this a Riddle? What's their plain dealing, trow? We lack Tru-wit, to tell us that. we lack him for somewhat else too: his Knights reformados are wound up as high, and insolent, as ever they were.
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Position
nodes 1090–1107 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 44 of 52 in this edition
Length
490 words · 710 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complimentcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.815 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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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)
And, howſoever I may ſuffer in ſuch a iudgement as yours, by admitting equality of ranke, or ſocietie, with Centaure or Mauis— You doe not, Madame, I perceiue they are your mere Foyles. Then are you a friend to truth, Sir. It makes mee loue you the more. It is not the outward, but the inward man that I affect. They are not apprehenſiue of an eminent perfection, but loue flat, and dully. Where are you, my Lady Haughty. I come preſently, Centawe. My Chamber, Sir, my Page ſhall ſhow you; and Trusty, my woman, ſhall be euer a wake for you: you neede not feare to communicate any thing with her, for ſhee is a Fidelia. I pray you weare this Iewell for my ſake, Sir Dauphine. Where's Mauis, Centaure? Within, Madame, a writing. I'll follow you preſently. I'll but ſpeake a word with Sir Dauphine. With me, Madame? Good Sir Dauphine, doe not truſt Haughty, nor make any credit to her, what euer you doe beſides. Sir Dauphine, I giue you this caution, ſhee is a perfect Courtier; and loues no body, but for her vſes: and for her vſes, ſhe loues all. Beſides, her Phiſicians giue her out to be none o'the cleereſt, whether ſhe pay 'hem or no, Heau'n knowes: and ſhe's abode fiftie too, and pargets! See her in a fore-noone. Heere comes Mauis, a worſe face then ſhee! you would not like this, by Candle-light. If you'll come to my Chamber one o' theſe Mornings early, or late in an Euening, I'll tell you more. Where's Haughty, Mauis? Within, Centaure. What ha' you, there? An Italian Riddle for Sir Dauphine, (you ſhall not ſee it yfaith, Centaure.) Good Sir Dauphine, ſolue it for me. I'll call for it anon. How now, Dauphine? how do'ſt thou quit thy ſelfe of theſe Females? 'Slight, they haunt meelike Fayries, and giue mee Iewels here, I cannot be rid of 'hem, O, you muſt not tell, though. Maſſe, I forgot that: I was neuer ſo aſſaulted. One loues for vertue, and bribes mee with this. Another loues mee with caution, and ſo would poſſeſſe mee. A third brings mee a Riddle here, and all are iealous: and raile each at other. A Riddle? pray le' mee ſee't? Sir Dauphine, I choſe this way of intimation for priuacie. The Ladies here, I know, haue both hope, and purpoſe, to make a Collegiate and Seruant of you. If I might bee ſo honour'd, as to appeare at any end of ſo noble a Worke, I would enter into a fame of taking Phiſicke to morrow, and continue you it foure or fiue dayes, or longer, for your viſitation. Mauis. By my faith, a ſubtle one! Call you this a Riddle? What's their plaine dealing, trow? We lack Tru-wit, to tell vs that. Wee lacke him for ſomewhat elſe too: his Knights reformados are wound vp as high, and inſolent, as euer they were.