Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.
Seruiteur, life of my life, 'tis out: Be it what it will, stand on thine even feet; Then gloves and garters both are quickly won. Brother, you have lost. Then know I who must win. I'll not believe you, I will have it scanned, Let them that know speak true: is it good French. je suis vostre tres-humble seruiteur. The verse is true, consisting of five feet; The case is plain in common law: no book Can save you: Sergeant thou hast won; the garters They are thine. Younker, 'tis well; and your gloves too; Both gloves and garters, they are fairly won; Scratch not your head, it's but a Iacobin At most; Come let us in to Flutterkins, A cup and toast will do me now no hurt. Why then farewell, I care not I for Beer, My Captain gave me some Canary wine: The Churl he shall not ride the Gentleman. You shall not flinch, if that your cap be wool, You shall along; What, would you leave us so; Turned mitcher, that were not tolerable. I will go with thee, do but promise me, Rightly to construe those lines of Ovid's, Which thou readst but now. I will, then let us hence; I thank great Ioue that blessed me so this day; How others speed, I bear the prize away. This way he went, and here they were ere while, But now they are fled like birds that cut the air, With clipping wings, and leave no trace behind. But Hans my nose is quick and sharp of scent, Like those great Bears in nova Zembla found, Whose smelling sense was better than their sight. I cannot see, but smell where they are gone. Whether dost thou think? straight to Flutterkins, My jovial Host that longs to see my face, My beauteous face, my proper phisnomy; I soon dispatched, sold all my corn at once, And bought my meat. As straight as Circe's wand, Not looking back, as oft Meander doth, What of Meander? now my things be done, I care not, i'll go where thou wilt; let's on; But what's Meander? man, or maid, or wife. A river fool, didst never see a play, Or hear these verses which I have by heart. What's he that talketh of the banks of Poe, And of the milk-white swans that in Meander swam I'll down from hence and scour the Stygian lake: To raise a fiend shall make his soul to quake. O terrible, my Mistress sent you that, And bid you drink it, not to hoard it up. An English shilling: heigh; did she indeed? Why widgeon, thinkst thou I would give thee't else? I'll drink her health upon my bended knees, Until the Welkin roar, and ground looks blue; Two shillings have I, not one penny spent; I bless my stars, good fortune set me free; This days mine own.
nodes 584–644 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 26 in this edition
Length
484 words · 669 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T6 — Money, debt and creditcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.677 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T10 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Seruiteur, life of my life, tis out: Be it what it will, ſtand on thine euen feet; Then gloues and garters both are quickly wonne. Brother, you haue loſt. Then know I who muſt winne. Ile not beleeue you, I will haue it ſcande, Let them that know ſpeake true: is it good French. Ie ſuis voſtre treſhumble ſeruiteur. The verſe is true, conſiſting of fiue feet; The caſe is plaine in common lawe: no booke Can ſaue you: Serieant thou haſt won; the garters They are thine. Younker, tis well; and your gloues too; Both gloues and garters, they are fayrely wonne; Scratch not your head, its but a Iacobin At moſt; Come let vs in to Flutterkins, A cuppe and toſte will doe me now no hurt. Why then farewell, I care not I for Beere, My Captaine gaue me ſome Canarie wine: The Churle he ſhall not ride the Gentleman. You ſhall not flinch, if that your cap be wool, You ſhall along; What, would you leaue vs ſo; Turnde Micher, that were not tollerable. I will goe with thee, doe but promiſe mee, Rightly to conſtrue thoſe lines of Ouids, Which thou readſt but now. I will, then let vs hence; I thanke great Ioue that bleſt me ſo this day; How others ſpeed, I beare the prize away. This way he went, and here they were ere while, But now they are fledde like birds that cut the ayre, With clipping wings, and leaue no trace behind. But Hans my noſe is quicke and ſharpe of ſent, Like thoſe great Beares in noua Zembla found, Whoſe ſmelling ſence was better then their ſight. I cannot ſee, but ſmell where they are gone. Whether doſt thou thinke? ſtreight to Flutterkins, My iouiall Hoaſt that longs to ſee my face, My beauteous face, my proper phyſnomie; I ſoone deſpatcht, ſolde all my corne at once, And bought my meate. As ſtreight as Circes vvande, Not looking backe, as oft Meander doth, What of Meander? now my things be done, I care not, ile goe where thou wilt; lets on; But whats Meander? man, or mayde, or wife. A riuer foole, didſt neuer ſee a play, Or heare theſe verſes which I haue by heart. Whats he that talketh of the bankes of Poe, And of the milk-white ſwans that in Meander ſwam Ile downe from hence and ſcoure the Stygian lake: To raiſe a fiend ſhall make his ſoule to quake. O terrible, my Miſtreſſe ſent you that, And bid you drinke it, not to hoorde it vp. An Engliſh ſhilling: hey; did ſhe indeed? Why Widgin, thinkſt thou I would giue thee't elſe? Ile drinke her health vpon my bended knees, Vntill the Welkin roare, and ground lookes blew; Two ſhillings haue I, not one penny ſpent; I bleſſe my ſtarres, good fortune ſet me free; This dayes mine owne.