Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1590-1593] (Annals) comedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.85 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
I understand thee not. No? why 'tis a plain case: he that went like a Base-Viole in a case of leather; the man sir, that when gentlemen are tired gives them a sob, and rests them: he sir, that takes pity on decayed men, and gives them suits of durance: he that sets up his rest to do more exploits with his Mace, than a Moris Pike. What thou meanest an officer? I sir, the Sergeant of the Band: he that brings any man to answer it that breaks his Band: one that thinks a man always going to bed, and says, God give you good rest. Well sir, there rest in your foolery: Is there any ships puts forth to night? may we be gone? Why sir, I brought you word an hour since, that the Bark Expedition put forth to night, and then were you hindered by the Sergeant to tarry for the Hoy Delay: Here are the angels that you sent for to deliver you. The fellow is distract, and so am I, And here we wander in illusions: Some blessed power deliver us from hence. Well met, well met, Master Antipholous: I see sir you have found the Goldsmith now: Is that the chain you promised me to day. Satan avoid, I charge thee tempt me not. Master, is this Mistress Satan? It is the devil. Nay, she is worse, she is the devil's dam: And here she comes in the habit of a light wench, and thereof comes, that the wenches say God damn me, That's as much to say, God make me a light wench: It is written, they appear to men like angels of light, light is an effect of fire, and fire will burn: ergo, light wenches will burn, come not near her. Your man and you are marvellous merry sir. Will you go with me, we'll mend our dinner here? Master, if do expect spoonmeate, or bespeak a long spoon. Why Dromio? Marry he must have a long spoon that must eat with the devil. Avoid then fiend, what tell'st thou me of supping? Thou art, as you are all a sorceress: I conjure thee to leave me, and be gone. Give me the ring of mine you had at dinner, Or for my Diamond the Chain you promised, And I'll be gone sir, and not trouble you. Some devils ask but the parings of one's nail, a rush, a hair, a drop of blood, a pin, a nut, a cherrie-stone: but she more covetous, would have a chain: Master be wise, and if you give it her, the devil will shake her Chain, and fright us with it. I pray you sir my Ring, or else the Chain, I hope you do not mean to cheat me so? Avaunt thou witch: Come Dromio let us go. Fly pride says the Peacock, Mistress that you know.
nodes 1029–1061 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 29 in this edition
Length
485 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.849 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I vnderſtand thee not. No? why 'tis a plaine caſe: he that went like a Baſe-Viole in a caſe of leather; the man ſir, that when gentlemen are tired giues them a ſob, and reſts them: he ſir, that takes pittie on decaied men, and giues them ſuites of durance: he that ſets vp his reſt to doe more exploits with his Mace, then a Moris Pike. What thou mean'ſt an officer? I ſir, the Serieant of the Band: he that brings any man to anſwer it that breakes his Band: one that thinkes a man alwaies going to bed, and ſaies, God giue you good reſt. Well ſir, there reſt in your foolerie: Is there any ſhips puts forth to night? may we be gone? Why ſir, I brought you word an houre ſince, that the Barke Expedition put forth to night, and then were you hindred by the Serieant to tarry for the Hoy Delay: Here are the angels that you ſent for to deliuer you. The fellow is diſtract, and ſo am I, And here we wander in illuſions: Some bleſſed power deliuer vs from hence. Well met, well met, Maſter Antipholous: I ſee ſir you haue found the Gold-ſmith now: Is that the chaine you promis'd me to day. Sathan auoide, I charge thee tempt me not. Maſter, is this Miſtris Sathan? It is the diuell. Nay, ſhe is worſe, ſhe is the diuels dam: And here ſhe comes in the habit of a light wench, and thereof comes, that the wenches ſay God dam me, That's as much to ſay, God make me a light wench: It is written▪ they appeare to men like angels of light, light is an effect of fire, and fire will burne: ergo, light wenches will burne, come not neere her. Your man and you are maruailous merrie ſir. Will you goe with me, wee'll mend our dinner here? Maſter, if do expect ſpoon-meate, or beſpeake a long ſpoone. Why Dromio? Marrie he muſt haue a long ſpoone that muſt eate with the diuell. Auoid then fiend, what tel'ſt thou me of ſupping? Thou art, as you are all a ſorcereſſe: I coniure thee to leaue me, and be gon. Giue me the ring of mine you had at dinner, Or for my Diamond the Chaine you promis'd, And Ile be gone ſir, and not trouble you. Some diuels aske but the parings of ones naile, a ruſh, a haire, a drop of blood, a pin, a nut, a cherrieſtone: but ſhe more couetous, wold haue a chaine: Maſter be wiſe, and if you giue it her, the diuell will ſhake her Chaine, and fright vs with it. I pray you ſir my Ring, or elſe the Chaine, I hope you do not meane to cheate me ſo? Auant thou witch: Come Dromio let vs go. Flie pride ſaies the Pea-cocke, Miſtris that you know.