Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.82 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
ay, Sir, 'tis wonderful; but is it well? For it is now my chief affliction. I have heard you say, that the child of heaven Shall suffer many tribulations; Nay, Kings and Princes share them with their subjects; Then I that know not any chastisement How may I know my part of childhood? 'Tis a good doubt; but make it not extreme, 'Tis some affliction, that you are afflicted For want of affliction: Cherish that; Yet wrest it not to misconstruction; For all your blessings are free gifts from heaven Health, wealth, and peace; nor can they turn to Curses, but by abuse. Pray let me question you: You lost a husband, was it no grief to you? It was; but very small; no sooner I Had given it entertainment as a sorrow, But strait it turned unto my treble joy; A comfortable revelation prompts me then, That husband whom in life I held so dear, Had changed a frailty to unchanging joys; methought I saw him stellified in heaven, And singing Hallelujahs 'mongst a choir Of white Sainted souls: then again it spoke, And said; It was a sin for me to grieve At his best good, that I esteemed best: And thus this slender shadow of a grief Vanished again. All this was happy; nor can you wrest it From a heavenly blessing. Do not appoint The rod: leave still the stroke unto the Magistrate; the time is not past, but You may feel enough. One taste more I had, although but little, Yet I would aggravate to make the most On't: thus 'twas; The other day, it was my hap In crossing of the Thames, To drop that wedlock Ring from off my finger, That once conjoined me and my dead husband; It sunk, I prized it dear; the dearer, 'cause it kept Still in mine eye the memory of my loss; Yet I grieved the loss, and did joy withal That I had found a grief; and this is all The sorrow I can boast of. This is but small. Nay sure I am of this opinion, That had I suffered a draught to be made for it, The bottom would have sent it up again, I am so wondrously fortunate. You would not suffer it? Not for my whole estate. O mistress, where are you? I think you are the fortunat'st Woman, that ever breathed of two shoes: the thief is Found. The thief; what thief? I never was so happy To be robbed. Bring him away jug; nay, you shall see the strangest Piece of felony discovered that ever you saw, Or your great grandmother's Grandam before, or after, A pirate, a water thief. What's all this? Bring him away jug; yet the villain would not Confess a word till it was found about him. I think the fellow's mad. Did you not lose your wedding Ring the other day?
nodes 365–425 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 45 in this edition
Length
486 words · 631 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.820 (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)
I, Sir, tis wonderfull; but is it well? For it is now my chiefe affliction. I have heard you say, that the child of heaven Shall suffer many tribulations; Nay, Kings and Princes share them with their subjects; Then I that know not any chastisement How may I know my part of childhood? 'Tis a good doubt; but make it not extreme, 'Tis some affliction, that you are afflicted For want of affliction: Cherish that; Yet wrest it not to misconstruction; For all your blessings are free gifts from heaeven Health, wealth, and peace; nor can they turnto Curses, but by abuse. Pray let me question you: You lost a husband, was it no griefe to you? It was; but very small; no sooner I Had given it entertainement as a sorrow, But straite it turn'd unto my treble joy; A comfortable revelation prompts me then, That husband whom in life I held so deare, Had chang'd a frailty to unchanging joyes; Me thought I saw him stellified in heaven, And singing Hallelujahs 'mongst a quire Of white Sainted soules: then againe it spake, And said; It was a sinne for me to grieve At his best good, that I esteemed best: And thus this slender shadow of a griefe Vanish't againe. All this was happy; nor can you wrest it From a heavenly blessing. Doe not appoint The rod: leave still the stroake unto the Magistrate; the time is not past, but You may feele enough. One tast more I had, although but little, Yet I would aggravate to make the most On't: thus 'twas; The other day, it was my hap ssing of the Thames, To drop that wedlocke Ring from off my finger, That once conjoyn'd me and my dead husband; It sunke, I pris'd it deare; the dearer, 'cause it kept Still in mine eye the memory of my losse; Yet I griev'd the losse, and did joy withall That I had found a griefe; and this is all The sorrow I can boast of. This is but small. Nay sure I am of this opinion, That had I suffer'd a draught to be made for it, The bottome would have sent it up againe, I am so wondrouslie fortunate. You would not suffer it? Not for my whole estate. O mistris, where are you? I thinke you are the fortunat'st Woman, that ever breath'd of two shoes: the thiefe is Found. The thiefe; what thiefe? I never was so happy To be robb'd. Bring him away Iug; nay, you shall see the strangest Piece of felony discover'd that ever you saw, Or your great grandmothers Grandam before, or after, A pirate, a water thiefe. What's all this? Bring him away Iug; yet the villaine would not Confesse a word till it was found about him. I thinke the fellow's mad. Did you not lose your wedding Ring the other day?