Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The English Traveller · chunk 23 of 42

Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals)
tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 482 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.

A toy, the main about five hundred pounds; And the use fifty. Call you that a toy? To what use was it borrowed? At my departure, I left my Son sufficient in his charge, With surplus, to defray a large expense, Without this need of borrowing. 'Tis confessed, Yet stop his clamorous mouth; And only say, That you will pay't tomorrow. I pass my word. Sir, if I bid you do't; Nay, no more words, But say you'll pay't tomorrow. jest indeed, but tell me how these moneys were bestowed? Safe Sir, I warrant you. The Sum still safe, Why do you not then tender it yourselves? Your ear sir; This sum joined to the rest, Your Son hath purchased Land and Houses. Land, dost thou say? A goodly House, and Gardens. Now joy on him, That whilst his Father Merchandised abroad, Had care to add to his estate at home: But Reignald, wherefore Houses? Now Lord Sir, How dull you are; This house possessed with spirits, And there no longer stay; Would you have had Him, us, and all your other family, To live, and lie i'th' streets; It had not Sir, Been for your reputation. Blessing on him, That he is grown so thrifty. 'Tis struck three, My money's not yet tendered. Pox upon him, See him discharged, I pray Sir. Call upon me Tomorrow Friend, as early as thou wilt; I'll see thy debt defrayed. It is enough, I have a true man's word. Now tell me Reignald, For thou hast made me proud of my son's thrift; Where, in what Country, doth this fair House stand. Never in all my time, so much to seek; I know not what to answer. Wherefore studiest thou? Use men to purchase Lands at a dear rate, And know not where they lie? 'Tis not for that, I only had forgot his name that sold them, 'Twas let me see, see. Call thyself to mind. Nonplussed or never now; Where art thou brain? O Sir, where was my memory; 'Tis this house That next adjoins to yours, My Neighbour Ricots. The same, the same Sir; we had pennyworths in't; And I can tell you, have been offered well Since, to forsake our bargain. As I live, I much commend your choice. Nay, 'tis well seated, Roughcast without, but bravely lined within; You have met with few such bargains. Prithee knock, And call the Master, or the servant on't; To let me take free view on't. Puzzle again on Puzzle; One word Sir, The House is full of Women, no man knows, How on the instant, they may be employed; The Rooms may lie unhandsome; and Maids stand Much on their cleanliness and housewifry; To take them unprovided, were disgrace, 'Twere fit they had some warning; Now, do you Fetch but a warrant, from the justice Sir; You understand me. Yes, I do.
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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 1427–1504 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 42 in this edition
Length482 words · 669 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T52 — Prodigals, portions and poor kin at 0.812
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)
A toy, the maine about fiue hundred pounds; And the vse fiftie. Call you that a toy? To what vse was it borrowed? At my departure, I left my Sonne sufficient in his charge, With surplus, to dey a lage expence, Without this neede of borrowing. 'Tis confest, Yet stop his clamorous mouth; And onely say, That you will pay't to morrow. I passe my word. Sir, if I bid you doo't; Nay, no more words, But say you'le pay't tomorrow. Ieast indeed, but tell me how these moneys were bestowed? Safe Sir, I warrant you. The Summe still safe, Why doe you not then tender it your selues? Your eare sir; This summe joyn'd to the rest, Your Sonne hath purchast Land and Houses. Land, do'st thou say? A goodly House, and Gardens. Now ioy on him, That whil'st his Father Merchandis'd abroad, Had care to adde to his estate at home: But Reignald, wherefore Houses? Now Lord Sir, How dull you are; This house possest with spirits, And there no longer stay; Would you haue had Him, vs, and all your other family, To liue, and lie ith' streets; It had not Sir, Beene for your reputation. Blessing on him, That he is growne so thiftie. 'Tis strooke three, My money's not yet tender'd. Pox vpon him, See him discharged, I pray Sir. Call vpon me To morrow Friend, as early as thou wilt; Ile see thy debt defraid. It is enough, I haue a true mans word. Now tell me Reignald, For thou hast made me proud of my Sonnes thrift; Where, in what Countrey, doth this faire House stand. Neuer in all my time, so much to seeke; I know not what to answere. Wherefore studdiest thou? Vse men to purchase Lands at a deere rate, And know not where they lie? 'Tis not for that, I onely had forgot his name that sould them, 'Twas let me see, see. Call thy selfe to minde. Non-plust or neuer now; Where art thou braine? O Sir, where was my memory; 'Tis this house That next adioynes to yours, My Neighbour Ricots. The same, the same Sir; Wee had peniworths in't; And I can tell you, haue beene offer'd well Since, to forsake our bargaine. As I liue, I much commend your choice. Nay, 'tis well seated, Rough-cast without, but brauely lined within; You haue met with few such bargaines. Prethee knocke, And call the Master, or the seruant on't; To let me take free view on't. Puzzle againe on Puzzle; One word Sir, The House is full of Women, no man knowes, How on the instant, they may be imploy'd; The Roomes may lie vnhansome; and Maids stand Much on their cleanlinesse and huswiferie; To take them vnprouided, were disgrace, 'Twere fit they had some warning; Now, doe you Fetch but a warrant, from the Iustice Sir; You vnderstand mee. Yes, I doe.