Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.86 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Gentle Tyndarus, Load not weak shoulders with too great a burden. O lust! on what bright altars blaze thy flames, While chastity lets her cold fires glow out In deformed temples, and on ruined altars! Tempt me not strumpet, you that have your hirelings, And can with jewels, rings, and other toys Purchase your journeymen-letchers. My chaste ear Has been a stranger to such words as these, I have not sin enough to understand 'em, And wonder where my Tyndarus learned that language. I am turned eagle now, and have an eye Dares boldly gaze on that adulterate sun. I must be short. Who must this ring direct Into your guilty sheets? I do not know How I should lose that pledge of my Lords love: But 'tis not in the power of any thief To steal away the heart I have vowed yours: And would to all the gods I had kept it there! Come, blush not bashful bellipiece— I will meet thee. I ever keep my word with a fair lady. I will requite that jewel with a richer. The glorious heavens arrayed in all their stars Shall not outshine thee. Be not, girl, ashamed. These are acquainted with it. I would vex'em tonight with the remembrance of those sports We shall enjoy, than pleasures double rise When both we feed, and they shall Tantalise. It is not manly in you, Sir, to ruin A virgin's fame, with hazard of your own. Tut, lass, no matter, we'll be manly anon. A fine dissembler! ha! what tumults here? THat's he, I charge you apprehend the villain. Villain, we reprehend thee. Slaves, for what? For an arrant cutpurse: you stole away this little Gentleman's sword; and being done by chance-medley, 'tis flat felony by statute. I thank thee Innocence. Though earth disclaim Thy title, heaven denies thee not protection. Confess, or I will have thee instantly Hanged for a sign on thine own post. Well, villainy Thou wilt not thrive. Sir, for 'twas you I wronged: I do confess the sword by which I raised So strange a scandal on you, was by me Stolen from your Page, as he delivered letters From you to your Techmessa; and the plot Was fashioned by her mother, though ill fortune Made me th' unlucky instrument. Asot. Cursed Tutor, Thou hast read nothing to me worth the learning, But the highway to th' gallows. There shall we Hang up like vermin. Little did I think To make the women weep and sob to see Th'untimely end of two such proper men. This mouth was never made to stand awry, And sure my neck was long enough before. Lady, upon my humbled knees I beg Pardon for faults committed, I acknowledge That striving with felonious intent To steal a kiss or two from your sweet lips, From your sweet ear I stole a ring away.
nodes 992–1053 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 47 in this edition
Length
481 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.861 (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)
Gentle Tyndarus, Load not weak shoulders with too great a burthen. O lust! on what bright altars blaze thy flames, While chastity lets her cold fires glow out In deform'd temples, and on ruin'd altars! Tempt me not strumpet, you that have your hirelings, And can with jewels, rings, and other toyes Purchase your journeymen-letchers. My chaste eare Has been a stranger to such words as these, I have not sinne enough to understand 'um, And wonder where my Tyndarus learnt that language. I am turn'd eagle now, and have an eye Dares boldly gaze on that adulterate sunne. I must be short. Who must this ring direct Into your guilty sheets? I do not know How I should lose that pledge of my Lords love: But 'tis not in the power of any thief To steal away the heart I have vowed yours: And would to all the gods I had kept it there! Come, blush not bashfull bellipiece—I will meet thee. I ever keep my word with a fair lady. I will requite that jewell with a richer. The glorious heavens arayd in all their starres Shall not outshine thee. Be not, girle, asham'd. These are acquainted with it. I would vex'um To night with the remembrance of those sports We shall enjoy, then pleasures double rise When both we feed, and they shall Tantalize. It is not manly in you, Sir, to ruine A virgins fame, with hazard of your own. Tut, lasse, no matter, we'le be manly anon. A fine dissembler! ha! what tumults here? THat's he, I charge you apprehend the villain. Villain, we reprehend thee. Slaves, for what? For an arrant cutpurse: you stole away this little Gentlemans sword; and being done by chance-medly, 'tis flat felony by statute. I thank thee Innocence. Though earth disclaim Thy title, heaven denies thee not protection. Confesse, or I will have thee instantly Hang'd for a signe on thine own post. Well, villany Thou wilt not thrive. Sir, for 'twas you I wrong'd: I do confesse the sword by which I rais'd So strange a scandal on you, was by me Stoln from your Page, as he delivered letters From you to your Techmessa; and the plot Was fashion'd by her mother, though ill fortune Made me th' unlucky instrument. Asot. Cursed Tutour, Thou hast read nothing to me worth the learning, But the high-way to th' gallows. There shall we Hang up like vermine. Little did I think To make the women weep and sob to see Th'untimely end of two such proper men. This mouth was never made to stand awry, And sure my neck was long enough before. Lady, upon my humbled knees I beg Pardon for faults committed, I acknowledge That striving with fellonious intent To steal a kisse or two from your sweet lips, From your sweet eare I stole a ring away.