Topic 58 — Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-centred group
Dominant work: Epicene, or The Silent Woman · genre mix of this topic (British Drama labels): comedy 90%; history 10%
31chunks
15,208words
16works
2works with ≥3 chunks
39 %dominant work
55 %top-3 works
All statistics on this page are on the representative editions (one per work). Including the other editions, placed after the fit: 37 chunks · 17 works · 18,201 words — those 6 chunks are listed at the end of the page and are not part of any figure above.
Classificationcontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · confirmed by the researcher Label (researcher): Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-centred group Notes (researcher): sample review finds some gallant/courtship commonality but not a clear distinct theme across the sampled social and poetic exchanges. Retain contextual-only provisionally. Residual nicknames are a possible influence, not a demonstrated cause. Reviewed excerpts (three different works): 1000_00005; 1054_00008; 444_00009.Original AI draft — before researcher review
draft label: Jack Daw, Dauphine and the ladies (Epicene) · pattern basis: recurring_role_or_name+shared_narrative 31 chunks, 16 works, Epicene 39 %, top three 55 %. Jonson's Epicene (Jack Daw, Dauphine, the collegiate ladies) with chunks from other plays in which someone is called Jack; 25 of the 31 masked chunks still contain 'Jack', a nickname the cast lists do not carry — a possible link, not a proven cause. No shared subject beyond the play; single-work cluster unless reading shows one. chunks read for the draft: 704_00022;1056_00026;1051_00028;434_00034;1071_00008;527_00038;920_00010
Jonson, Ben, 1616 · comedy · 12 chunks of this work here
You'll leave it to me, then? I, sir. I'll stand to any conditions. How now, what think you, sirs? were't not a difficult thing to determine, which of these two feared most. Yes, bu…
Shirley, James, 1637 · comedy · 3 chunks of this work here
I am justly punished now for all my tricks, And pride o'th' flesh, I had ambition To make men cuckolds, now the devil has paid me, Paid me i'th' same coin, and i'll compare My fore…
Shirley, James, 1637 · comedy · 2 chunks of this work here
You Can compliment. Thus still she puts me off, Unless I speak the down right word, she'll never Understand me, a man would think that creeping Upon one's knees Were English to a L…
Fletcher, John / Shirley, James, 1640 · comedy · 2 chunks of this work here
Come, I ha' done, and now Will speak some comfort to thee, I will lead thee Now to my Mistress hither to concealed; She shall take pity on thee too, she loves A handsome man; thy m…
Shakespeare, William, 1600 · history · 1 chunks of this work here
I prithee sweet heart, let me bring thee so far as Stanes. No fur, no fur. Well sir Iohn is gone. God be with him. I, he is in Arthors bosom, if ever any were: He went away as if i…
Nashe, Thomas, 1600 · comedy · 1 chunks of this work here
My liege, what cravest thou at thy vassals hands? Hypocrisy, how it can change his shape! How base is pride from his own dunghill put? How I have raised thee, Sol, I list not tell,…
Anonymous, 1602 · comedy · 1 chunks of this work here
Why you Jack sauce, you Cuckold, you what not, What am not I of age sufficient To go and come still when my pleasure serves, But must I have you sir to question me? Not have my wil…
Dekker, Thomas, 1602 · comedy · 1 chunks of this work here
I wafer-face your Ningle. If he carry the mind of a Gentleman, he'll scorn it at's heels. Mary muff, my man a gingerbread, wilt eat any small coal? No Captain, would you should wel…
Genre mix (chunks of this topic, British Drama labels)
comedy
28 (90 %)
history
3 (10 %)
This is the direction topic → genre, on the raw British Drama labels; the share of each genre group's text that falls in this topic is on the Genre page.
The Witty Fair One (1633) · typ. 0.89 … where shall we taste Canary and be drunk too night, talk a morality— here be Ladies still, you shall hear me court one on 'em, I hope you we' not report abroad among my friends that I love her, 'tis the love of mounting into her maidenhead I vow Jack, and nothing else. Y'are a mad Lover. That was cunningly cast about. Whither is't Lady? …
A New Way to Pay Old Debts (1633) · typ. 0.88 …t. With reverence Sir, And it like your Worship. Trouble yourself no farther; Dear Madam; my heart's full of zeal, and service, however in my language I am sparing. Come master Marrall. I attend your Worship. I see in your looks you are sorry, and you know me An easy mistress: be merry; I have forgot all. Order, and Furnace come with me, …
The Night Walker, or The Little Thief (1640) · typ. 0.87 Come, I ha' done, and now Will speak some comfort to thee, I will lead thee Now to my Mistress hither to concealed; She shall take pity on thee too, she loves A handsome man; thy misery invites me To do thee good, I'll not be jealous Jack; Her beauty shall…
The Gamester (1637) · typ. 0.86 …im, he may be won to't, I never meant to part with all her portion, Perhaps he'll thank me for the moiety. And this disposed on she's conjured to silence. It must be so. Jack Wilding how is't man? How goes the Plough at home? what says the Lady Guinever that was humbled in your absence? You have the credit with her, all the glory Of my ni…
How a Man May Choose a Good Wife from a Bad (1602) · typ. 0.86 …was ever borne to have her will. Not have her will, God's passion I say still, A woman's nobody that wants her will. Where is my spirit, what shall I maintain A strumpet with a Brabo and her bawd, To beard me out of my authority. What am I from a master made a slave? A slave? nay worse, dost thou maintain my man, And this my maid? 'tis I …
The Gamester (1637) · typ. 0.86 …leman. Command my sword, my lungs, my life, thou art a puff, a mulligrub, a Metaphysical Coxcomb, and I honour you with all my heart. I thank you noble ancient, and kind gentlemen. Come Dwindle, we'll go roar somewhere else. Was ever such an off? The boy hid hit his humour excellently. Here, cherish thy wit. Now shall I tell my mistress y…
2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second P (1606) · typ. 0.85 …umour, with by your leave good brother: faith in neither, for in the one I shall be taken for a swaggering knave, and in the other to be an hypocritical fool: but honest Jack in thine own honest humour plain deal's a jewel, and I have used it so long I am next door to a beggar. But God's precious, what a plague make these here? these 2. a…
Epicene, or The Silent Woman (1616) · typ. 0.85 …ow unjust thou art, presently. CLERIMONT, say it was DAVPHINE'S plot. Trust me not, if the whole drift be not for thy good. There's a carpet i' the next room, put it on, with this scarf over thy face, and a cushion o' thy head, and be ready when I call AMOROUS. Away— JOHN DAW. What good news, sir. Faith, I have followed, and argued with h…
Epicene, or The Silent Woman (1616) · typ. 0.85 …ou: you are armed as if you sought a revenge on all his race. Good DAUPHINE, get him away from this place. I never knew a man's choler so high, but he would speak to his friends, he would hear reason. JACK DAW, JACK DAW! asleep? Is he gone, master TRVE-WIT? I, did you hear him? O god, yes. What a quick ear fear has? But is he so armed, as…
Epicene, or The Silent Woman (1616) · typ. 0.85 …the event. Event! By this light, thou shalt never persuade me, but I foresaw it, as well as the stars themselves. Nay, gentlemen, 'tis well now: do you two entertain sir JOHN DAW, with discourse, while I send her away with instructions. I'll be acquainted with her, first, by your favour. Master TRVE-WIT, lady, a friend of ours. I am sorry…
The Lady of Pleasure (1637) · typ. 0.84 …ompliment. Thus still she puts me off, Unless I speak the down right word, she'll never Understand me, a man would think that creeping Upon one's knees Were English to a Lady. How is't Jack? Pleasures attend you Madam, How does my plant of honour? Who is this? 'tis Alexander. Rich and glorious! 'tis Alexander the great. And my Bucephalus …
The Night Walker, or The Little Thief (1640) · typ. 0.84 …ake not, shall prove riper harvest And handsomer, and come within less danger. Where's thy young sister? I know not where she is, she is not worth caring for, She has no wit. Oh you'd be nibbling with her, she's far enough I hope, I know not where, she's not worth caring for, a sullen thing She would not take my counsel Jack, And so I par…
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