Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The English Traveller · chunk 39 of 42

Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals)
tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
T41 Household service: masters, doors and po typicality 0.87 · 488 words

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

Oh, dear Sir, Do not, I do entreat you, repent you Of your free grant; Which with such care and study. I have so long, so often laboured for. Say that may be dispensed with, show me reason Why you desire to steal out of your Country, Like some Malefactor that had forfeited His life and freedom; here's a worthy Gentleman Hath for your sake invited many guests, To his great charge, only to take of you A parting leave; You send him word you cannot, After, you may not come: Had not my urgence, Almost compulsion, driven you to his house, Th' unkindness might have forfeited your love, And razed you from his will; In which he hath given you, A fair and large estate; Yet you of all this strangeness, Show no sufficient ground. Then understand; The ground thereof took his first birth from you; 'Twas you first charged me to forbear the house, And that upon your blessing: Let it not then Offend you Sir, if I so great a charge Have strived to keep so strictly. Me perhaps, You may appease, and with small difficulty. Because a Father; But how satisfy Their dear, and on your part, unmerited love? But this your last obedience may salve all: we now grow near the house. Whose doors, to me, Appear as horrid as the gates of Hell: Where shall I borrow patience, or from whence? To give a meeting to this viperous brood, Of Friend and Mistress. Y'ave entertained me with a strange discourse Of your man's knavish wit, but I rejoice, That in your safe return, all ends so well: Most welcome you, and you, and indeed all; To whom I am bound, that at so short a warning, Thus friendly, you will deign to visit me. It seems my absence hath begot some sport, Thank my kind servant here. Not so much worth Sir. But though their riots tripped at my estate, They have not quite o'erthrown it. But see Gentlemen, these whom we most expected, come at length; This I proclaim the master of the Feast, In which to express the bounty of my love, I'll show myself no niggard. Your choice favours, I still taste in abundance. Methinks it would not misbecome me Sir, To chide your absence; That have made yourself, To us, so long a stranger. Pardon me Sir, That have not yet, since your return from Sea, Voted the least fit opportunity, To entertain you with a kind salute. Most kindly Sir I thank you. Methinks friend, You should expect green rushes to be strowed, After such discontinuance. Mistress Pru, I have not seen you long, but greet you thus, May you be Lady of a better husband Than I expect a wife. I like that greeting: Nay, enter Gentlemen; Dinner perhaps Is not yet ready, but the time we stay, we'll find some fresh discourse to spend away.
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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 2449–2517 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 39 of 42 in this edition
Length488 words · 643 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters reviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.869 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T21 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Oh, deare Sir, Doe not, I doe intreat you, repent you Of your free grant; Which with such care and studdy. I haue so long, so often laboured for. Say that may be dispens'd with, shew me reason Why you desire to out of your Countrey, Like some Malefactor that had forfeited His life and freedome; Heere's a worthy Gentleman Hath for your sake inuited many guests, To his great charge, onely to take of you A parting leaue; You send him word you cannot, After, you may not come: Had not my vrgence, Almost compulsion, driuen you to his house, Th' vnkindnesse might haue forfeited your loue, And raced you from his will; In which he hath giuen you, A faire and large estate; Yet you of all this stangenesse, Show no sufficient ground. Then vnderstand; The ground thereof tooke his first birth from you; 'Twas you first charg'd me to forbeare the house, And that vpon your blessing: Let it not then Offend you Sir, if I so great a charge Haue striu'd to keepe so strictly. Mee perhaps, You may appease, and with small difficulty. Because a Father; But how satisfie Their deare, and on your part, vnmerited loue? But this your last obedience may salue all: Wee now grow neere the house. Whose doores, to mee, Appeare as horried as the gates of Hell: Where shall I borrow patience, or from whence? To giue a meeting to this viperous brood, Of Friend and Mistris. Y'aue entertain'd me with a strange discourse Of your mans knauish wit, but I reioyce, That in your safe returne, all ends so well: Most welcome you, and you, and indeed all; To whom I am bound, that at so short a warning, Thus friendly, you will deigne to visit me. It seemes my absence hath begot some sport, Thanke my kind seruant heere. Not so much worth Sir. But though their riots tript at my estate, They haue not quite ore-throwne it. But see Gentlemen, these whom we most expected, come at length; This I proclaime the master of the Feast, In which to expresse the bounty of my loue, I'le shew my selfe no niggard. Your choise fauours, I still taste in abundance. Methinks it would not mis-become me Sir, To chide your absence; That haue made your selfe, To vs, so long a stranger. Pardon mee Sir, That haue not yet, since your returne from Sea, Voted the least fit opportunity, To entertaine you with a kind salute. Most kindly Sir I thanke you. Methinks friend, You should expect greene rushes to be strow'd, After such discontinuance. Mistris Pru, I haue not seene you long, but greet you thus, May you be Lady of a better husband Then I expect a wife. I like that greeting: Nay, enter Gentlemen; Dinner perhaps Is not yet ready, but the time we stay, Weele find some fresh discourse to spend away.