Technogamia, or The Marriages of the Arts · chunk 13 of 64
Holyday, Barten · published 1618 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 13] (Annals) comedy · at University T46 Swords, quarrels and valour typicality 0.83 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
And I will truly acknowledge Historia Unhappy in her love, but never Poeta, unworthy of her love. I Perceive yet I am not so Hasty-natured, but there be some as Hasty; why, I would have sworn Logicus had been a fellow of Reason and very stayed, but (Heaven defend me) I almost quake to think what a thundering he kept, when he came to my Master's House, one while he would Fight with Poeta, that he would; then he would have him in the Law, then again he would Fight with him, then again he would go to Law with him; at the last he resolves to do both, though I know not whether he will Perform either: if he go to Law; my Master (in Policy) will let his Own cause fall, to come in as a Witness for Logicus; but i' the mean time I must serve for a Messenger to Carry this Challenge from Logicus to Poeta; which I must see, that if I have occasion to send one to Sanguis, I may know how to draw Blood of him, before we e'er come into the Field; let's see. O Poeta, thou Poeta, base Nail-biter, Desk-thumper, Headscratcher: O Poeta, thou Poeta; the very Bottle-Ale of frothy Humour, and, the floating Cork of Spongy Vanity; since thou hast (though not per te, but, per alium) by thy man Melancholico, (but woe to thy man Melancholico!) with most audacious and injurious indignity flown up into my face (but, oh dreadful flying up into my face!) know, if thou dost not make thy peace with me, by a reconciling submission (which you may do, and I had rather you should do, than fight. I never provoked you) I do to thy perdition (O speedy perdition! think upon that, and let me not fight, I do not provoke you) challenge thee O Poeta, thee Poeta, thy very self (mark that) to single Combat at any of these several Weapons, (for I only grant thee the choice of thy death) Battle-Axe, Single Rapier, Case of poniards, Case of Pistols, Bodkins, or pins: but know that by my art beforehand, I do Define thee a man of death; &, for the executing of that direful judgement, which yet thou mayst prevent (and o prevent by not provoking me to fight) I will cleave thee from the crown of thy head down to thy girdle, with the fury of a Division. Briefly if thou art not reconciled, I shall gore thee with the Horns of this Dilemma. If thou Come, Mine innocency will overcome thee, if thou dost Not Come, thine Own Cowardliness: farewell till our next meeting with horror, and then eternally thy ordained Destroyer; But I will not name myself, lest the sound thereof should kill thee with an astonishing fear, and so snatch thee from the terror of my prodigious fury.
nodes 252–255 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 64 in this edition
Length
480 words · 654 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T46 — Swords, quarrels and valourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.829 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
And I will truly acknowledge Hiſtoria Vnhappie in her loue, but neuer Poeta, vnworthy of her loue. I Perceiue yet I am not ſo Haſtie-natur'd, but there bee ſome as Haſtie; why, I would haue ſworne Logicus had bin a fellow of Reaſon and very ſtayed, but (Heauen defend me) I almoſt quake to thinke what a thundering he kept, when he came to my Maſters Houſe, one while hee would Fight with Poeta, that hee would; then hee would haue him in the Law, then againe he would Fight with him, then againe hee would goe to Law with him; at the laſt hee reſolues to doe both, though I know not whether hee will Performe either: if hee goe to Law; my Maſter (in Policie) will let his Owne cauſe fall, to come in as a Witneſſe for Logicus; but i' the meane time I muſt ſerue for a Meſſenger to Carry this Challenge from Logicus to Poeta; which I muſt ſee, that if I haue occaſion to ſend one to Sanguis, I may know how to draw Bloud of him, before we e're come into the Field; let's ſee. O Poeta, thou Poeta, baſe Nayle-byter, Deske-thumper, Head-ſcratcher: O Poeta, thou Poeta; the very Bottle-Ale of frothy Humour, and, the floting Corke of Spungie Vanitie; ſince thou haſt (though not per te, but, per alium) by thy man Melancholico, (but woe to thy man Melancholico!) with moſt audacious and iniurious indignitie flowne vp into my face (but, oh dreadfull flying vp into my face!) know, if thou doeſt not make thy peace with mee, by a reconciling ſubmiſſion (which you may doe, and I had rather you ſhould doe, then fight. I neuer prouoked you) I doe to thy perdition (O ſpeedy perdition! thinke vpon that, and let mee not fight, I doe not prouoke you) challenge thee O Poeta, thee Poeta, thy very ſelfe (marke that) to ſingle Combat at any of theſe ſeuerall Weapons, (for I onely grant thee the choice of thy death) Battle-Axe, Single Rapier, Caſe of Ponyards, Caſe of Piſtols, Bodkins, or Pinnes: but know that by my arte beforehand, I do Define thee a man of death; &, for the executing of that dire-full iudgement, which yet thou mayſt preuent (and ô preuent by not prouoking me to fight) I will cleaue thee from the crowne of thy head downe to thy girdle, with the fury of a Diuiſion. Briefly if thou art not reconcil'd, I ſhall gore thee with the Hornes of this Dilemma. If thou Come, Mine Innocencie will ouercome thee, if thou do'ſt Not Come, thine Owne Cowardlineſſe: farewell till our next meeting with horrour, and then eternally thy ordain'd Deſtroyer; But I will not name my ſelfe, leſt the ſound thereof ſhould kill thee with an aſtoniſhing feare, and ſo ſnatch thee from the terrour of my prodigious furie.