Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The English Traveller · chunk 40 of 42

Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals)
tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 530 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

Not speak to me? nor once vouchsafe an answer, But sleight me with a poor and base neglect? No, nor so much as cast an eye on her, Or least regard, though in a seeming show She courted a reply? twixt him and her, Nay him and me, this was not wont to be; If she have brain to apprehend as much As I have done, she'll quickly find it out: Now as I live, as our affections meet, So our conceits, and she hath singled him To some such purpose: I'll retire myself. Not interrupt their conference. You are sad Sir. I know no cause. Then can I show you some; Who could be otherways, to leave a Father So careful, and each way so provident? To leave so many, and such worthy Friends? To abandon your own country? These are some, Nor do I think you can be much the merrier For my sake? Now your tongue speaks Oracles; For all the rest are nothing, 'tis for you, Only for you I cannot. So I thought; Why then have you been all this while so strange? Why will you travel? suing a divorce Betwixt us, of a love inseparable; For here shall I be left as desolate Unto a frozen, almost widowed bed; Warmed only in that future, stored in you; For who can in your absence comfort me? Shall my oppressed sufferance yet break forth Into impatience, or endure her more? But since by no persuasion, no entreats, Your settled obstinacy can be swal'd, Though you seem desperate of your own dear life, Have care of mine, for it exists in you. Oh Sir, should you miscarry I were lost, Lost and forsaken; Then by our past vows, And by this hand once given me, by these rears, Which are but springs begetting greater floods, I do beseech thou, my dear Geraldine, Look to thy safety, and preserve thy health; Have care into what company you fall; Travel not late, and cross no dangerous Seas; For till Heavens bless me in thy safe return, How will this poor heart suffer? I had thought Long since the Syrens had been all destroyed; But one of them I find survives in her; She almost makes me question what I know, An Heretic unto my own belief: Oh thou mankind's seducer. What? no answer? Yes, thou hast spoke to me in Showers, I will reply in Thunder; Thou adulteress, That hast more poison in thee then the Serpent, Who was the first that did corrupt thy sex, The Devil. To whom speaks the man? To thee, falsest of all that ever man termed fair; Hath Impudence so stooled thy smooth soft skin, It cannot blush? Or sin so obdured thy heart, It doth not quake and tremble? Search thy conscience, There thou shalt find a thousand clamorous tongues To speak as loud as mine doth. Save from yours, I hear no noise at all. I'll play the Doctor To open thy deaf ears; Monday the Ninth Of the last Month; Canst thou remember that? That Night more black in thy abhorred sin, Then in the gloomy darkness; That the time.
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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 2518–2591 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 42 in this edition
Length530 words · 693 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants at 0.857
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)
Not speake to me? nor once vouchsafe an answere, But sleight me with a poore and base neglect? No, nor so much as cast an eye on her, Or least regard, though in a seeming shew Shee courted a reply? 'twixt him and her, Nay him and mee, this was not wont to be; If she haue braine to apprehend as much As I haue done, sheele quickly find it out: Now as I liue, as our affections meete, So our conceits, and shee hath singled him To some such purpose: I'le retire my selfe. Not interrupt their conference. You are sad Sir. I know no cause. Then can I shew you some; Who could be otherwayes, to leaue a Father So carefull, and each way so prouident? To leaue so many, and such worthy Friends? To abandon your owne countrey? These are some, Nor doe I thinke you can be much the merrier For my sake? Now your tongue speakes Oracles; For all the rest are nothing, 'tis for you, Onely for you I cannot. So I thought; Why then haue you bin all this while so strange? Why will you trauell? suing a diuorce Betwixt vs, of a loue inseperable; For heere shall I be left as desolate Vnto a frozen, almost widdowed bed; Warm'd onely in that future, stor'd in you; For who can in your absence comfort me? Shall my oppressed sufferance yet breake foorth Into impatience, or endure her more? But since by no perswasion, no intreats, Your setled obstinacy can be swal'd, Though you seeme desperate of your owne deare life Haue care of mine, for it exists in you. Oh Sir, should you miscarry I were lost, Lost and forsaken; Then by our past vowes, And by this hand once giuen mee, by these reares, Which are but springs begetting greater floods, I doe beseech thce, my deere Geraldine, Looke to thy safety, and preserue thy health; Haue care into what company you fall; Trauell not late, and crosse no dangerous Seas; For till Heauens blesse me in thy safe returne, How will this poore heart suffer? I had thought Long since the Syrens had bin all destroy'd; But one of them I find suruiues in her; Shee almost makes me question what I know, An Hereticke vnto my owne beliefe: Oh thou mankinds seducer. What? no answere? Yes, thou hast spoke to me in Showres, I will reply in Thunder; Thou Adultresse, That hast more poyson in thee then the Serpent, Who was the first that did corrupt thy sex, The Deuill. To whom speakes the man? To thee, falsest of all that euer man term'd faire; Hath Impudence so stool'd thy smooth soft skin, It cannot blush? Or sinne so obdur'd thy heart, It doth not quake and tremble? Search thy conscience, There thou shalt find a thousand clamorous tongues To speake as loud as mine doth. Saue from yours, I heare no noise at all. I'le play the Doctor To open thy deafe eares; Munday the Ninth Of the last Moneth; Canst thou remember that? That Night more blacke in thy abhorred sinne, Then in the gloomie darknesse; That the time.