Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T46 Swords, quarrels and valour typicality 0.85 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
He lies that says so, and i'll make it good, And for I know my friend is out of town, What Man soever wrongs him is my foe, I say he had full satisfaction, Nay that which we may call submission: That the other sought peace first, and who denies this, Lord, Knight, or Gentleman, English, French, or Scot, I'll fight and prove it on him with my sword. No sweet Master Well-tried, let's have no fighting till (as you have promised) you have rid me from this foolish fear, and taught me to endure to look upon a naked Sword. Well and i'll be as good as my word. But do you hear cousin Proudly? they say my old Father must marry your sister Honour, and that he will disinherit me, and entail all his Lordships on her, and the heir he shall beget on her body, is't true or not? There is such a report. Why then I pray God he may die an old cuckoldly slave, oh world what art thou? where is parents' love? Can he deny me for his natural Child, Yet see (oh fornicator) old and stiff, Not where he should be, that's my comfort yet, As for you my Lord: I will send to you as soon as I dare fight and look upon steel, which Master Well-tried I pray let be with all possible speed. What d''ee this afternoon. Faith I have a great mind to see long-megg and the ship at the Fortune. Nay i'faith let's up and have a rest at Primero. Agreed my Lord, and toward the Evening i'll carry you to the Company. Well no more words. I wonder Sir you will walk so and let anybody sit prating to your wife! were I a man Id'e thrust'em out o'th' shop by the head and shoulders. There were no policy in that wife, so should I lose their custom, let them talk themselves weary, and give thee love tokens still, I lose not by it. Thy chastity's impregnable, I know it, Had I a dame whose eyes did swallow youth, Whose unchaste gulf together did take in Masters, and Men, the Foot-bodies and their Lords, Making a Gallimaufry in her blood, I would not walk thus then: but virtuous wife, He that in chaste ears poors his ribald talk Begets hate to himself, and not consent; And even as dirt thrown hard against a wall Rebounds and sparkles in the throwers eyes, So ill words uttered to a virtuous Dame, Turn and defile the speaker with red shame. zounds, you are a whore, though I entreat him fair Before his face, in complement, or so, I not esteem him truly as this rush, there's no such thing as friendship in the world, And he that can not swear, dissemble, lie, Wants knowledge how to live, and let him die.
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Length
481 words · 625 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T46 — Swords, quarrels and valourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.849 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
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)
He lies that saies so, and ile make it good, And for I know my frend is out of towne, What Man soeuer wrongs him is my foe, I say he had full satisfaction, Nay that which wee may call submission: That the other sought peace first, and who denies this, Lord, Knight, or Gentleman, English, French, or Scot, I'le fight and proue it on him with my sword. No sweet Maister Well-tri'd, let's haue no fighting till (as you haue promis'd) you haue rid me from this foolish feare, and taught mee to endure to looke vppon a naked Sword. Well and il'e be as good as my word. But doe you heare Cozen Proudly? they say my old Father must marrie your sister Honor, and that hee will disinherit me, and intaile all his Lordships on her, and the heire he shall beget on her bodie, i'st true or not? There is such a report. Why then I pray God he may die an ould Cuckoldlie slaue, oh world what art thou? where is Parents loue? Can he denie me for his naturall Child, Yet see (oh fornicator) ould and stiffe, Not where he should be, that's my comfort yet, As or you my Lord: I will send to you as soone as I dare fight and looke vppon steele, which Maister Wel-tri'd I pray let be with all possible speede. What d'ee this afternoone. Faith I haue a great mind to see long-megg and the ship at the Fortune. Nay afaith let's vp and haue a rest at Primero. Agreed my Lord, and toward the Euening il'e carrie you to the Companie. Well no more words. I wonder Sir you will walke so and let anie bodie it prating to your wife! were I a man Id'e thrust'em out ot'h shop by the head and shoulders. There were no pollicie in that wife, so should I loose their custome, let them talke them selues wearie, and giue thee loue tokens still, I loose not by it. Thy chastitie's impregnable, I know it, Had I a dame whose eies did swallow youth, Whose vnchast gulph together did take in Masters, and Men, the Foot-bodies and their Lords, Making a Gally-moferie in her blood, I would not walke thus then: but vertuous wife, He that in chast eares poores his ribauld talke Begets hate to himselfe, and not consent; And euen as durt throwne hard against a wall Rebounds and sparkles in the throwers eies, So ill words vtter'd to a vertuous Dame, Turne and defile the speaker with red shame. Z'oones, you are a whore, though I entreat him faire Before his face, in complement, or so, I not esteeme him truly as this rush, Ther's no such thing as friend-ship in the world, And he that can not sweare, dissemble, lie, Wants knowledge how to liue, and let him die.