R., W. · published 1633 · first performed or written 1622 [1621-1623] (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) (?) T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.74 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Why make a fair show, and the Devil and the Saint does no more. Y'are witty, y'are witty, call to the man o'th' house, bid him send in the bottles of wine tonight, they will be at hand i'th' morning,— will ye run sir? To the devil as fast I can Sir, the world shall know who's son I am. Let me see now, for a posy for the Ring: Never an end of an old saw, 'tis a quick Widow Sim, And wood have a witty posy. If she be quick, she's with child, whosoever got it you must father it, so that you come o'th' nick, forth widow's quick, there's a witty posy for you quick Widow. No, no, I'll have one shall savour of, of a saw. Why then 'twill smell of the painted cloth. Let me see, a Widow witty. Is pastime pretty, put in that for the sport's sake. No, no, I can make the sport, than an old man. Then will she answer, if you cannot a younger can, And look, look sir, now I take of the younger, Yonder's Ancient Young come over again, that Mortgaged sixty pound Per annum before he went, I am deceived if he come not a day after the Fair. Mine almanac. A prayer book sir. A prayer book for devote beggars I hate, look I beseech thee, Fortune now befriend me, and I will call the plaguy whore in, let me see, six months. Yes, 'tis he certain, this is a business must not be slackened sir. Look I beseech thee, we shall have oat meal in our pottage six weeks after. four days too late Sim, four days too late Sim. Plums in our pudding a Sunday, plums in our pudding. Master bloodhound as I take it. You are a stranger Sir, you shall be witness, I shall be railed at else, they will call me devil, I pray you how many months from the first of May, to the sixth of November following? six months and four days just. I ask, because the last first of May, a noble gentleman, one Ancient Young. I am the man sir? My spectacles Sim, look Sim, is this Ancient Young? 'ttwas Ancient Young sir: And is't not Ancient Young? No sir, you have made him a young Ancient Oh Sim, a Chair, I know him now, but I shall not live to tell him. How fare ye sir? The better for you, he thanks you sir. Sick, sick, exceeding sick, O'th' sudden, strange. A qualm of threescore years come over his stomach, nothing else. That you beloved, you, who of all men i'th' world, my poor heart doted on, whom I loved better than Father, Mother, Brother, Sister, uncles, Ants, what wood ye have, that you should stay four days too late. I have your money ready, And sir, I hope your old love to my Father.
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Length
489 words · 664 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.742 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why make a faire shew, and the Divell and the Saint does no more. 'are witty, y'are witty, cal to the man o'th house, bid him send in the bottles of wine to night, they will be at hand i'th morning,—will ye runne sir? To the devill as fast I can Sir, the world shall know who's sonne I am. Let me see now, for a posie for the Ring: Never an end of an old saw, 'tis a quicke Widdow Sim, And vvood have a vvitty posie. If she be quick, shee's with child, vvhosoever got it you must father it, so that you come o'th nicke, forthe widdow's quicke, there's a witty posie for you quick Widow▪ No, no, Ile have one shall savour of, of a sawe. Why then 'twill smell of the painted cloth. Let me see, a Widdovv vvitty. Is pastime pretty, put in that for the sports sake. No, no, I can make the sport, then an old man. Then will she answere, if you cannot a yonger can, And looke, looke sir, now I ta ke of the yonger, Yonder's Ancient Young come over againe, that Mrgaged sixtie pound Per annum before he went, I am deceived if he come not a day after the Faire. Mine Alminacke. A prayer booke sir. A prayer booke for devote beggers I hate, looke I beseech thee, Fortune now befriend mee, and I will call the plaguy whore in, let me see, sixe moneths. Yes, tis he certaine, this is a businesse must not bee slackened sir. Looke I beseech thee, wee shall have oat meale in our pottage sixe weekes after. Foure dayes too late Sim, foure dayes too late Sim. Plummes in our pudding a Sunday, plummes in our pudding. Master bloodhound as I take it. You are a stranger Sir, you shall be witnesse, I shall be rayl'd at else, they vvill call me devill, I pray you hovv many moneths from the first of May, to the sixt of November following? Sixe moneths and foure dayes just. I aske, because the last first of May, a noble gentleman, one Antient Young. I am the man sir? My spectacles Sim, look Sim, is this Ancient Yong? Tvvas Antient Young sir: And is't not Ancient Young? No sir, you have made him a young Ancient Oh Sim, a Chayre, I know him now, but I shall not live to tell him. How fare yee sir? The better for you, he thanks you sir. Sicke, sicke, exceeding sicke, O'th suddaine, strange. A qualme of threescore yeeres come over his stomacke, nothing else. That you beloved, you, who of all men i'th world, my poore heart doted on, whom I loved better then Father, Mother, Brother, Sister, Vncles, Aunts, what wood yee have, that you should stay foure dayes too late. I have your money ready, And sir, I hope your old love to my Father.