Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T46 Swords, quarrels and valour typicality 0.88 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Nay sir, I'll take your counsel, I'll go and fetch my rapier I left within, and then let him do his worst. Follow him, follow him, the exalted mushroom— a whoreson butterfly, he has nothing to jeer you for but your borrowed cloak and boots; and I don't think but they be your own for all his talking. No indeed, to tell you the truth, I borrowed them of a Bachelor of our house, mine own lie in limbo at a barber's shop for Tobacco. But why dost not beat him man? God's me! beat him. Nay, I would have been at him, but that I was afraid— They say many of 'em are very desperate fellows. Faith, to do them right, there be many of 'em that have run through the discipline of a Bawdy-house, & learned to quarrel there, and have seen the entrails of a Fence-school too, and in one word are sufficiently valiant; but that proves not a generality. There are of them (I'll warrant you) as there are of your scholars, some that wear swords, only to scare fools. Nay sir, I would have you to know, that I am neither afraid of him, nor his sword: but I would not willingly die yet, if I could help it. Fear 't not man, thou shalt live I warrant thee, to see thy good name buried before thee. Have you nothing about you to strike him with? Yes, I have the key of my study door in my pocket. O nothing better than that, follow him, to him, to him. Shall I, i' faith? shall I? Never stand, shall I? shall I? but do 't. ne'er go, and so I will: I'll teach him to abuse any of our cloth again. St, Mr Mongrel. As I'm a Gentleman, and an elder brother— But how now Anteros? what business is this? Can you but hold your peace, and follow them With your sweet William? nay, but will you go? You'll lose the banquet if not presently. O, O.— Would I could lose myself, become a Mouse, Or fly, that I might find a cabin here, To hide myself from these same women. O,— But I will climb this tree— I wonder much Where our two loving friends should lie so close; There's not a place where they do use, but we Have visited this morning. I do long To give them this most pleasing spectacle: But I will now search the justice his house, Perchance they may be there. Endymion, Another kiss; lo thus I will revenge myself on those two frozen Lovers; thus, And thus, and thus— Revenge, how sweet thou art Unto a woman! O— I am afraid They will offend, commit, commit before me. And canst thou love me, sweet Endymion? Behold a taste what I can do. These kisses Have not that masculine relish yet methinks, Which I enjoyed in the manly embraces Of Lucius, or Neander.
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Length
494 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T46 — Swords, quarrels and valourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.883 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
Nay ſir, I'le take your counſell, I'le go and fetch my rapier I left within, and then let him doe his worſt. Follow him, follow him, the exalted muſhroome— a whorſon butterflie, he ha's nothing to jeere you for but your borrowed cloake and bootes; and I don't thinke but they bee your owne for all his talking. No indeed, to tell you the truth, I borrowed them of a Batchelour of our houſe, mine owne lye in limbo at a Barbers ſhop for Tobacco. But why doſt not beat him man? Gods me! beat him. Nay, I would haue bin at him, but that I was afraid— They ſay many of 'em are very deſperate fellowes. Faith, to doe them right, there be many of' um that haue run through the diſcipline of a Bawdy-houſe, & learnt to quarrell there, and haue ſeene the entrailes of a Fence-ſchoole too, and in one word are ſufficiently valiant; but that proues not a generalitie. There are of them (I'le warrant you) as there are of your ſchollers, ſome that weare ſwords, only to ſcare fooles. Nay ſir, I would haue you to know, that I am neither afraid of him, nor his ſword: but I would not willingly die yet, if I could helpe it. Fear 't not man, thou ſhalt liue I warrant thee, to ſee thy good name buried before thee. Haue you nothing about you to ſtrike him with? Yes, I haue the key of my ſtudy dore in my pocket. O nothing better then that, follow him, to him, to him. Shall I, i' faith? ſhall I? Never ſtand, ſhall I? ſhall I? but doe 't. Ne're goe, and ſo I will: Ile teach him to abuſe any of our cloath againe. St, Mr Mungrell. As I'm a Gentleman, and an elder brother— But how now Anteros? what buſineſſe is this? Can you but hold your peace, and follow them With your ſweet William? nay, but will you goe? You'l looſe the banquet if not preſently. O, O. — Would I could looſe my ſelfe, become a Mouſe, Or flie, that I might find a cabbin here, To hide my ſelfe from theſe ſame women. O, — But I will climbe this tree— I wonder much Where our two loving friends ſhould lye ſo cloſe; There's not a place where they doe uſe, but wee Haue viſited this morning. I doe long To giue them this moſt pleaſing ſpectacle: But I will now ſearch the Iuſtice his houſe, Perchance they may be there. Endymion, Another kiſſe; loe thus I will revenge My ſelfe on thoſe two frozen Lovers; thus, And thus, and thus — Revenge, how ſweet thou art Vnto a woman! O — I am afrayd They will offend, commit, commit before mee. And canſt thou loue me, ſweet Endymion? Behold a taſt what I can doe. Theſe kiſſes Haue not that maſculine relliſh yet me thinks, Which I enjoy'd in the manly embraces Of Lucius, or Neander.