Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The English Traveller · chunk 13 of 42

Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals)
tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 484 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.

And she no less, whom either Beauty, Youth, Time, Place, or opportunity could tempt, To injure such a Husband. You deserve, even for his sake, to be for ever young; And he for yours, to have his Youth renewed; So mutual is your true conjugal Love; Yet had the Fates so pleased I know your meaning, It was once voiced, that we two should have Matched, The World so thought, and many Tongues so spoke, But Heaven hath now disposed us otherways; And being as it is, (a thing in me, Which I protest, was never wished, nor sought) Now done, I not repent it. In those times, Of all the Treasures of my Hopes and Love, You were th' Exchequer, they were Stored in you; And had not my unfortunate Travel crossed them, They had been here reserved still. troth they had, I should have been your trusty Treasurer. However let us Love still, I entreat: That, Neighbourhood and breeding will allow; So much the Laws Divine and Human both, Twixt Brother and a Sister will approve; Heaven then forbid, that they should limit us Wish well to one another. If they should not, we might proclaim, they were not Charitable, Which were a deadly fin but to conceive. Will you resolve me one thing? As to one, that in my Bosom hath a second place, next my dear Husband. That's the thing I crave, And only that, to have a place next him. Presume on that already, but perhaps, You mean to stretch it further. Only thus far, Your husband's old, to whom my Soul doth wish, A Nesters age, So much he merits from me; Yet if (as proof and Nature daily teach) Men cannot always live, especially Such as are old and Crazed; He be called hence, Fairly, in full maturity of time, And we two be reserved to after life, Will you confer your Widowhood on me? You ask the thing, I was about to beg; Your tongue hath spoken mine own thoughts. Vow to that. As I hope Mercy. 'Tis enough, that word Alone, instates me happy; Now so please you, we will divide, you to your private Chamber, I to find out my friend. Nay Master Geraldine, one Ceremony rests yet unperformed, My Vow is past, your oath must next proceed, And as you covet to be sure of me, Of you I would be certain. Make ye doubt? No doubt; but Love's still jealous, and in that To be excused; You then shall swear by Heaven, And as in all your future Acts, you hope To thrive and prosper; As the Day may yield Comfort, or the Night rest, as you would keep Entire, the Honour of your Father's house, And free your Name from Scandal and Reproach, By all the Goodness that you hope to enjoy, Or ill to shun— You charge me deeply Lady.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe English Traveller
AuthorHeywood, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1633
First performance / composition (Annals)c.1627
First performance (BritDrama)1624 [1623-1624]
Company (BritDrama)Lady Elizabeth's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1007 · TCP A03195 · DEEP 821
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 714–780 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 42 in this edition
Length484 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations at 0.850
Other seedsseed 43: T6 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And she no lesse, whom either Beauty, Youth, Time, Place, or opportunity could tempt, To iniure such a Husband. You deserue, euen for his sake, to be for euer young; And hee for yours, to haue his Youth reuew'd; So mutuall is your trew coniugall Loue; Yet had the Fates so pleas'd I know your meaning, It was once voyc'd, that wee two should haue Matcht, The World so thought, and many Tongues so spake, But Heauen hath now dispos'd vs otherwayes; And being as it is, (a thing in me, Which I protest, was neuer wisht, nor sought) Now done, I not repent it. In those times, Of all the Treasures of my Hopes and Loue, You were th' Exchequer, they were Stor'd in you; And had not my vnfortunate Trauell crost them, They had bin heere reserued still. Troath they had, I should haue beene your trusty Treasurer. Howeuer let vs Loue still, I intreat: That, Neighbour-hood and breeding will allow; So much the Lawes Diuine and Humaine both, Twixt Brother and a Sister will approue; Heauen then forbid, that they should limit vs Wish well to one another. If they should not, Wee might proclaime, they were not Charitable, Which were a deadly fin but to conceiue. Will you resolue me one thing? As to one, that in my Bosome hath a second place, next my deere Husband. That's the thing I craue, And onely that, to haue a place next him. Presume on that already, but perhaps, You meane to stretch it further. Onely thus farre, Your Husbands old, to whom my Soule doth wish, A Nesters age, So much he merits from me; Yet if (as proofe and Nature daily teach) Men cannot alwayes liue, especially Such as are old and Crazed; Hee be cal'd hence, Fairely, in full maturity of time, And we two be reseru'd to after life, Will you conferre your Widow-hood on mee? You aske the thing, I was about to beg; Your tongue hath spake mine owne thoughts. Vow to that. As I hope Mercy. 'Tis enough, that word Alone, instates me happy; Now so please you, Wee will diuide, you to your priuate Chamber, I to find out my friend. Nay Master Geraldine, one Ceremonie rests yet vnperform'd, My Vow is past, your oath must next proceed, And as you couet to be sure of me, Of you I would be certaine. Make ye doubt? No doubt; but Lone's still Iealous, and in that To be excused; You then shall sweare by Heauen, And as in all your future Acts, you hope To thriue and prosper; As the Day may yeeld Comfort, or the Night rest, as you would keepe Entire, the Honour of your Fathers house, And free your Name from Scandall and Reproach, By all the Goodnesse that you hope to enioy, Or ill to shun— You charge me deeply Lady.