Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.86 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
They are pretty foolish things, Put to making in minutes, I ne'er stand long about 'em, Will you walk in Wenches? The happiest meeting that our souls could wish for Here's the Ring ready, I am beholding unto your Father's haste, h'as kept his hour. He never kept it better. Back, be silent. Mistress and Partner, I will put you both into one Cup. Into one Cup, most proper, A fitting compliment for a goldsmith's Daughter. Yes Sir, that's he must be your worship's Partner In this day's business, Mr Tuchwood's Brother. I embrace your acquaintance Sir. It vows your service Sir. It's near high time, come Mr Allwit. Ready Sir. will't please you walk? Sir I obey your time. Good Mris Yellowhammer. In faith I will not. Indeed it shall be yours I have sworn I saith. I'll stand still then. So will you let the Child go without company And make me forsworn. You are such another Creature. Before me, I pray come down a little. Not a whit, I hope I know my place. Your place, great wonder sure, are you any better than a comfit-maker's wife. And that's as good at all times as a apothecary's. Ye lie, yet I forbear you too. Come sweet Sister, we go in unity, and show the fruits of peace like Children of the Spirit. I love lowliness. True, so say I, though they strive more, There comes as proud behind, as goes before. Every inch i'faith. O Sir, if ever you felt the force of love, pity it in me. Yes, though I ne'er was married Sir, I have felt the force of love from good men's daughters, And some that will be Maids yet three years hence. Have you got a Licence? Here 'tis ready Sir. That's well. The Ring and all things perfect, she'll steal hither. She shall be welcome Sir, I'll not be long A clapping you together. O here she's come Sir. What's he? My honest Brother. Quick, make haste Sirs. You must dispatch with all the speed you can, For I shall be missed straight, I made hard shift For this small time I have. Then I'll not linger, Place that Ring upon her Finger, This the Finger plays the part, Whose master Vein shoots from the Heart, Now join Hands. Which I will sever, And so ne'er again meet never. O we are betrayed. Hard fate. I am struck with wonder. Was this the politic fetch, thou mystical baggage Thou disobedient strumpet, And were so wise to send for her to such an end, Now I disclaim the end, you'll make me mad. And what are you Sir? And you cannot see with those two Glasses, put on a pair more. I dreamt of anger still, here take your Ring Sir, Ha this, life 'tis the same, abominable, Did not I sell this Ring? I think you did, you received money for't.
nodes 705–778 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 34 in this edition
Length
489 words · 654 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.860 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
They are pretie fooliſh things, Put to making in minutes, I ne're ſtand long about 'em, Will you walke in Wenches? The hapieſt meeting that our ſoules could wiſh for Here's the Ring ready, I am beholding vnto your Fathers haſt, h'as kept his howre. He neuer kept it better. Backe, be ſilent. Miſtris and Partner, I will put you both into one Cup. Into one Cup, moſt proper, A fitting complement for a Gold-ſmiths Daughter. Yes Sir, that's he muſt be your Worſhips Partner In this dayes buſineſſe, Mr Tuchwoods Brother. I embrace your acquaintance Sir. It vowes your ſeruice Sir. It's neere high time, come Mr All-wit. Ready Sir. Wil't pleaſe you walke? Sir I obey your time. Good Mris Yellowhammer. In faith I will not. Indeed it ſhall be yours I haue ſworne I ſaith. I'le ſtand ſtill then. So will you let the Child goe without company And make me forſworne. You are ſuch another Creature. Before me, I pray come downe a little. Not a whit, I hope I know my place. Your place, great wonder ſure, are you any better then a Comfit-makers wife. And that's as good at all times as a Pothicaries. Ye lye, yet I forbeare you too. Come ſweet Siſter, we goe in vnitie, and ſhew the fruits of peace like Children of the Spirit. I loue lowlineſſe. True, ſo ſay I, though they ſtriue more, There comes as proud behind, as goes before. Euerie inch I faith. O Sir, if euer you felt the force of loue, pittie it in me. Yes, though I ne're was married Sir, I haue felt the force of loue from good mens daughters, And ſome that will be Mayds yet three yeeres hence. Haue you got a Licence? Here 'tis ready Sir. That's well. The Ring and all things perfect, ſhe'le ſteale hither. She ſhall be welcome Sir, I'le not be long A clapping you together. O here ſhe's come Sir. What's he? My honeſt Brother. Quicke, make haſt Sirs. You muſt diſpatch with all the ſpeed you can, For I ſhall be miſt ſtraight, I made hard ſhift For this ſmall time I haue. Then I'le not linger, Place that Ring vpon her Finger, This the Finger playes the part, Whoſe maſter Veine ſhoots from the Heart, Now ioyne Hands. Which I will ſeuer, And ſo ne're againe meet neuer. O we are betray'd. Hard fate. I am ſtrucke with wonder. Was this the politike fetch, thou miſticall baggage Thou diſobedient ſtrumpet, And were ſo wiſe to ſend for her to ſuch an end, Now I diſclaime the end, you'le make me mad. And what are you Sir? And you cannot ſee with thoſe two Glaſſes, put on a paire more. I dreampt of anger ſtill, here take your Ring Sir, Ha this, life 'tis the ſame, abhominable, Did not I ſell this Ring? I thinke you did, you receiued money for't.