The White Devil (Vittoria Corombona) · chunk 16 of 49
Webster, John · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Winter 1612-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men T6 Money, debt and credit typicality 0.77 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Come, come. When age shall turn thee, White as a blooming hawthorn. I'll interrupt you. For love of virtue bear an honest heart, And stride over every politic respect, Which where they most advance they most infect. Were I your father, as I am your brother, I should not be ambitious to leave you A better patrimony. I'll think on't, The Lord Ambassadors. O my sprightly Frenchman, do you know him, he's an admirable Tilter. I saw him at last Tilting, he showed like a pewter candlestick fashioned like a man in armour, holding a Tilting staff in his hand, little bigger than a candle of twelve i'th' pound. O but he's an excellent horseman. A lame one in his lofty tricks, he sleeps a horseback like a poulter, Lo you my Spaniard. He carries his face in's ruff, as I have seen a servingman carry glasses in a cypress hatband, monstrous steady for fear of breaking, He looks like the claw of a blackbird, first salted and then broiled in a candle. Forbear my Lord, here is no place assigned you, This business by his holiness is left To our examination. May it thrive with you. A Chair there for his Lordship. Forbear your kindness, an unbidden guest Should travail as Dutchwomen go to Church: Bear their stools with them. At your pleasure Sir. Stand to the table gentlewomen: now signor Fall to your plea. What's he? A Lawyer, that pleads against you. Pray my Lord, Let him speak his usual tongue I'll make no answer else. Why you understand lattin. I do Sir, but amongst this auditory Which come to hear my cause, the half or more May be ignorant into. Go on Sir: By your favour, I will not have my accusation clouded, In a strange tongue: All this assembly Shall hear what you can charge me with. signor. You need not stand on't much; pray change your language, Oh for God sake: gentlewoman, your credit Shall be more famous by it. Well then have at you. I am at the mark Sir, I'll give aim to you, And tell you how near you shoot. Most literated judges, please your Lordships, So to connive your judgements to the view Of this debauched and diversivolent woman Who such a black concatenation Of mischief hath effected, that to extirp The memory of't, must be the consummation Of her and her projections What's all this Hold your peace. Exorbitant sins must have exulceration. Surely my Lords this lawyer here hath swallowed Some pothecaries bills, or proclamations. And now the hard and undigestible words, Come up like stones we use give Hawks for physic. Why this is Welsh to Lattin. My Lords, the woman knows not her tropes nor figures, nor is perfect In the academic derivation Of Grammatical elocution. Sir your pains Shall be well spared, and your deep eloquence be worthily applauded amongst those Which understand you. My good Lord.
nodes 946–1017 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 49 in this edition
Length
491 words · 665 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.773 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T9 · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Come, come. When age shall turne thee, White as a blooming hauthorne. I'le interrupt you. For loue of vertue beare an honest heart, And stride ouer euery polliticke respect, Which where they most aduance they most infect. VVere I your father, as I am your brother, I should not be ambitious to leaue you A better patrimony. I'le think on't, The Lord Embassadors. O my sprightly Frenchman, do you know him, he's an admirable Tilter. I saw him at last Tilting, he shewed like a peuter candlesticke fashioned like a man in armour, houlding a Tilting staffe in his hand, little bigger then a candle of twelue i'th pound. O but he's an excellent horseman. A lame one in his lofty trickes, hee sleepes a horsebacke like a poulter, Lo you my Spaniard. He carries his face in's ruffe, as I haue seene a seruingman carry glasses in a cipres hat-band, monstrous steddy for feare of breaking, He lookes like the claw of a blacke-bird, first salted and then broyled in a candle. Forbeare my Lord, here is no place assing'd you, This businesse by his holinesse is left To our examination. May it thriue with you. A Chaire there for his Lordship. Forbeare your kindnesse, an vnbidden guest Should trauaile as dutch-women go to Church: Beare their stooles with them. At your pleasure Sir. Stand to the table gentlewomen: now Signior Fall to your plea. Whats he? A Lawyer, that pleades against you. Pray my Lord, Let him speake his vsuall tongue Ile make no answere else. Why you vnderstand lattin. I do Sir, but amongst this auditory Which come to heare my cause, the halfe or more May bee ignorant int'. Go on Sir: By your fauour, I will not haue my accusation clouded, In a strange tongue: All this assembly Shall heare what you can charge mee with. Signior. You need not stand on't much; pray change your language, Oh for God sake: gentlewoman, your credit Shall bee more famous by it. Well then haue at you. I am at the marke Sir, Ile giue aime to you, And tell you how neare you shoote. Most literated Iudges, please your Lordships, So to conniue your Iudgements to the view Of this debausht and diuersiuolent woman Who such a blacke concatenation Of mischiefe hath effected, that to exterpe The memory of't, must be the consummation Ofher and her proiections What's all this Hould your peace. Exorbitant sinnes must haue exulceration. Surely my Lords this lawier here hath swallowed Some Poticaryes bils, or proclamations. And now the hard and vndegestable wordes, Come vp like stones wee vse giue Haukes for phisicke. Why this is welch to Lattin. My Lords, the woman Know's not her tropes nor figures, nor is perfect In the accademick deriuation Of Grammaticall elocution. Sir your paynes Shall bee well spared, and your deepe eloquence Bee worthely applauded amongst those Which vnderstand you. My good Lord.