Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

A Fine Companion · chunk 43 of 45

Marmion, Shackerley · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [1632-1633] (Annals)
comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · before the Court
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 488 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Sir, you will do an office, that will not more deserve honour then reward. Sir, I shall desire nothing but my pains for my satisfaction. Good sweet Fido conduct him in, and go along with him, that if any hereafter shall be so averse, in his ignorance, to all goodness, as to question this miracle, you may be produced as a witness. And what will you do sweet wife? Why I'll stay here, and expect my son Lackwit, with his project. He sent me word he would come presently, and see where he enters. Crochet, bid them stay without, till I call for them. Make room there, and let such produce there Game, that have good cards to show. How now son Lackwit; whither away so furious? I am sure all the wit and valour I had, was at stake for it. Why what's the matter There was old shuffling and cutting amongst them, and I had not spied their knavery they might have put a trick upon us, faith. Why were you at cards son? No, I was at dice. I came the Caster with some of them I think, and I had like to have made their bones rattle for it. There was a Rook would have gone at In and In with my sister, if I had not made a third man, he would have swept all away, and wiped our noses when he had done. Tell us how was it son? No matter how; but if I have not played the wise man now, and done an act worthy of applause, let me be hissed off for my labour. Let's hear, what is it? If it be no more thanks worthy, I'll tell you at my leisure, when you have prepared your understanding. What is it Crochet? Peace sirrah, I'll have no man tell it but myself, because the praise of it belongs wholly to me; and I could but effect half a dozen more such exploits, I'd write my own Commentaries. You put us too much into a longing, son. Well I am content to open the sluices of your happiness; let them in Crochet, but take heed you be not too greedy of it, lest the sudden joy overwhelm you. What's here, Master Dotario, and my daughter Aemilia, hand in hand, & married together? Nay then 'tis as I would have it. The boy has done well, and I must applaud him for it. O must you so sir? Well, there they are Bark and Tree, but as I am a hairy beast, if I had not been, they had been as far asunder, as Temple bar and Algate. How so son? Why I'll show you. there was another Changeling as like to him in shape, as Iupiter to Amphitrue, nay if I should say, as I am to, let me see what? To a fool. No, to myself. 'tis all one.
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PlayA Fine Companion
AuthorMarmion, Shackerley
Publication year (edition)1633
First performance / composition (Annals)1633 [1632-1633]
First performance (BritDrama)1632 [1632-1633]
Company (BritDrama)Prince Charles's Men (second)
Theaterbefore the Court;Salisbury Court;Whitehall;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1004 · TCP A07024 · DEEP 818
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1690–1716 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 43 of 45 in this edition
Length488 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.780
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sir, you will doe an office, that will not more deſerue honour then reward. Sir, I ſhall deſire nothing but my paines for my ſatiſfaction. Good ſweet Fido conduct him in, and goe along with him, that if any heereafter ſhall be ſo averſe, in his ignorance, to all goodneſſe, as to queſtion this miracle, you may be produc'd as a witneſſe. And what will you doe ſweet wife? Why Ile ſtay heere, and expect my ſonne Lackwit, with his project. He ſent mee word he would come preſently, and ſee where he enters. Crochet, bid them ſtay without, till I call for them. Make roome there, and let ſuch produce there Game, that haue good cardes to ſhew. How now ſonne Lackwit; whither away ſo furious? I am ſure all the wit and valour I had, was at ſtake for it. Why whats the matter There was old ſhuffling and cuting amongſt them, and I had not ſpied their knavery they might haue put a tricke vpon vs, faith. Why were you at cardes ſonne? No, I was at dice. I came the Caſter with ſome of them I thinke, and I had like to haue made their bones rattle for it. There was a Rooke would haue gone at In and In with my ſiſter, if I had not made a third man, he would haue ſwept all away, and wiped our noſes when he had done. Tell vs how was it ſonne? No matter how; but if I haue not playd the wiſe man now, and done an act worthy of applauſe, let mee bee hiſt off for my labour. Letts heare, what is it? If it be no more thankes worthy, Ile tell you at my leaſure, when you haue prepar'd your vnderſtanding. What is it Crochet? Peace ſirrah, Ile haue no man tell it but my ſelfe, becauſe the prayſe of it belongs wholy to mee; and I could but effect halfe a dozen more ſuch exployts, Ide write my owne Commentaries. You put vs too much into a longing, ſonne. Well I am content to open the ſluſes of your happineſſ; let them in Crochet, but take heed you be not too greedy of it, leſt the ſodaine joy overwhelme you. Whats heere, Maſter Dotario, and my daughter Aemilia, hand in hand, & married together? Nay then tis as I would haue it. The boy has done well, and I muſt applaud him for it. O muſt you ſo ſir? Well, there they are Barke and Tree, but as I am a hairy beaſt, if I had not been, they had been as farre a ſunder, as Temple barre and Algate. How ſo ſonne? Why Ile ſhew you. there was an other Changling as like to him in ſhape, as Iupiter to Amphitrue, nay if I ſhould ſay, as I am to, let mee ſee what? To a foole. No, to my ſelfe. Tis all one.