Jonson, Ben · published 1631 · first performed or written 1614 [Oct 31] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men T21 Cupid, Venus and the nymphs typicality 0.75 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T21: cupid, venus, love, ceres, diana, fair, nymphs, goddess, bow, damon.
Harm watch, harm catch. Harm watch, harm catch, he says: verygood i' faith, the Sculler had like to ha' knocked you, sirrah. Yes, but that his fare called him away. Row apace, row apace, row, row, row, row, row. You are knavishly loaden, Sculler, take heed where you go. Knave i' your face, Goodman Rogue. Row, row, row, row, row, row. He said knave i' your face, friend. I Sir, I heard him. But there's no talking to these water-men, they will ha' the last word God's my life! I am not allied to the Sculler, yet; he shall be Dauphin my boy. But my Fiddlestick does fiddle in and out too much; I pray thee speak to him, on't: tell him, I would have him tarry in my sight, more. I Pray you be content; you'll have enough on him, Sir. Now gentles, I take it, here is none of you so stupid, but that you have heard of a little god of love, called Cupid. Who out of kindness to Leander, hearing he but saw her, this present day and hour, doth turn himself to a Drawer. And because, he would have their first meeting to be merry, he strikes Hero in love to him, with a pint of Sherry. Which he tells her, from amorous Leander is sent her, who after him, into the room of Hero, doth venture. A pint of sack, score a pint of sack, i' the Coney. Sack? you said but e'en now it should be Sherry. Why so it is; sherry, sherry, sherry. Sherry, sherry, sherry. By my troth he makes me merry. I must have a name for Cupid, too. Let me see, thou mightst help me now, an thou wouldst, Numps, at a dead lift, but thou art dreaming o' the stocks, still! Do not think on't, I have forgot it: 'tis but a nine days' wonder, man; let it not trouble thee. I would the stocks were about your neck, Sir; condition I hung by the heels in them, till the wonder were of from you, with all my heart. Well said resolute Numps: but hark you friend, where is the friendship, all this while, between my Drum, Damon; and my Pipe, Pythias? You shall see by and by, Sir? You think my Hobby-horse is forgotten, too; no, I'll see 'em all enact before I go; I shall not know which to love best, else This Gallant has interrupting vapours, troublesome vapours, Whitt, puff with him. Not, I pre dee, Captain, let him alone. He is a Child i' faith, lafoy '. Now gentles, to the friends, who in number, are two, and lodged in that Alehouse, in which fair Hero does do. Damon (' for some kindness done him the last week) is come fair Hero, in Fish-street, this morning to seek: Pythias does smell the knavery of the meeting, and now you shall see their true friendly greeting. You whoremasterly Slave, you·
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495 words · 718 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T21 — Cupid, Venus and the nymphscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.753 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T21 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Harme watch, harme catch. Harme watch, harme catch, he ſayes: verygood i' faith, the Sculler had like to ha' knock'd you, ſirrah. Yes, but that his fare call'd him away. Row apace, row apace, row, row, row, row, row. You are knauiſhly loaden, Sculler, take heed where you goe. Knaue i' your face, Goodman Rogue. Row, row, row, row, row, row. Hee ſaid knaue i' your face, friend. I Sir, I heard him. But there's no talking to theſe water-men, they will ha' the laſt word God's my life! I am not allied to the Sculler, yet; hee ſhall be Dauphin my boy. But my Fiddle-ſticke do's fiddle in and out too much; I pray thee ſpeake to him, on't: tell him, I would haue him tarry in my ſight, more. I Pray you be content; you'll haue enough on him, Sir. Now gentles, I take it, here is none of you ſo ſtupid, but that you haue heard of a little god of loue, call'd Cupid. VVho out of kindnes to Leander, hearing he but ſaw her, this preſent day and houre, doth turne himſelfe to a Drawer. And becauſe, he would haue their firſt meeting to be merry, he ſtrikes Hero in loue to him, with a pint of Sherry. VVhich he tells her, from amorous Leander is ſent her, who after him, into the roome of Hero, doth venter. A pint of ſacke, ſcore a pint of ſacke, i' the Conney. Sack? you ſaid but ee'n now it ſhould be Sherry. Why ſo it is; ſherry, ſherry, ſherry. Sherry, ſherry, ſherry. By my troth he makes me merry. I muſt haue a name for Cupid, too. Let me ſee, thou mightſt helpe me now, an' thou wouldeſt, Numps, at a dead lift, but thou art dreaming o' the ſtocks, ſtill! Do not thinke on't, I haue forgot it: 'tis but a nine dayes wonder, man; let it not trouble thee. I would the ſtocks were about your necke, Sir; condition I hung by the heeles in them, till the wonder were off from you, with all my heart. Well ſaid reſolute Numps: but hearke you friend, where is the friendſhip, all this while, betweene my Drum, Damon; and my Pipe, Pythias? You ſhall ſee by and by, Sir? You thinke my Hobby-horſe is forgotten, too; no, I'll ſee 'hem all enact before I go; I ſhall not know which to loue beſt, elſe This Gallant has interrupting vapours, troubleſome vapours, Whitt, puffe with him. No, I pre dee, Captaine, let him alone. Hee is a Child i' faith, la'. Now gentles, to the freinds, who in number, are two, and lodg'd in that Ale-houſe, in which faire Hero do's doe. Damon ('for ſome kindneſſe done him the laſt weeke) is come faire Hero, in Fiſh-ſtreete, this morning to ſeeke: Pythias do's ſmell the knauery of the meeting, and now you ſhall ſee their true friendly greeting. You whore-maſterly Slaue, you·