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A Maidenhead Well Lost · chunk 6 of 27

Heywood, Thomas · published 1634 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1625-1634] (Annals)
comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 485 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.

See all things be dispatched Touching conditions of attoned peace 'Twixt us and Naples: see that soldier to Have his reward. Come will you pay me sir? Sir, will you walk: as for your sauciness I'll teach you a Court-tricke: you shall be taught How to attend. But that our General's lost: Is't not now peace, what should a General do? Had he returned, he would have looked for honours, This suit and that for such a follower: Now Royal sir, that debt is quite discharged. But for his wife, we must be mindful of her, And see we do so. Speak, will he come? Madam, I found him ready to depart The Court with expedition: but at my urgence He promised you a parley. It is well: If prayers or tears can move him, I'll make way To save my own shame, and enforce his stay. Come fellow soldiers, do you know the reason That we are summoned thus unto the house Of our dead General? Sure 'tis about Our pay. But stand aside, here comes the Lady. Are all these Gentlemen summoned together, That were my Husband's followers, and whose fortunes Expired in him? They are if please your Ladyship: though I was never Tawny-coate, I have played the summoners part, and the rest are already paid, only these three attend your Ladyship's remuneration. Welcome Gentlemen, My Husband led you on to many dangers Two years, and last to poverty: His revenues Before hand he sold to maintain his Army, When the Dukes pay still failed, you know you were Stored ever from his Coffers. He was a right And worthy General. He was no less. He was no less; and all you know he was no more, well, had he lived, I had been placed in some house of office or other ere this time. It was his will, which to my utmost power I will make good, to satisfy his soldiers To the utmost farthing. All his Gold and jewels I have already added, yet are we still To score to soldiery? what is your sum? Pay for three Months. There's double that in Gold. I thank your Ladyship. What yours? Why Madam, For four months' pay. This jewel surmounts that. I am treble satisfied. You are behind hand too: Ey but Madam, I think he be no true soldier. No true Soldier your reason? Marry because he walks without his Arms. The Duke's Treasure Cannot make good that loss, yet are we rich In one thing: Nothing we have that were of nothing made, Nothing we have, my Husband's debts are paid. Morrow Gentlemen. Madam, Hearts, Swords and hands, rest still At your command. Gentlemen I'm sorry that I cannot pay you better, Unto my wishes and your own desert, 'Tis plainly seen great Persons oft times fall, And the most Rich cannot give more than all. Good morrow Gentlemen,
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PlayA Maidenhead Well Lost
AuthorHeywood, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1634
First performance / composition (Annals)1633 [c.1625-1634]
First performance (BritDrama)1629 [1625-1634]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1019 · TCP A03240 · DEEP 836
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 361–432 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 27 in this edition
Length485 words · 633 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T50 — Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea and land at 0.777
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)
See all things be dispatcht Touching conditions of attoned peace 'Twixt vs and Naples: see that souldier to Haue his reward. Come will you pay me sir? Sir, will you walke: as for your saucinesse I'le teach you a Court-tricke: you shal be taught How to attend. But that our General's lost: Is't not now peace, what should a Generall doe? Had he return'd, he would haue lookt for honours, This suite and that for such a follower: Now Royall sir, that debt is quite discharg'd. But for his wife, we must be mindefull of her, And see we doe so. Speake, will he come? Madam, I found him ready to depart The Court with expedition: but at my vrgence He promis't you a parley. It is well: If prayers or teares can moue him, Ile make way To saue my owne shame, and enforce his stay. Come fellow souldiers, doe you know the reason That we are summon'd thus vnto the house Of our dead Generall? Sure 'tis about Our pay. But stand aside, here comes the Lady. Are all these Gentlemen summond together, That were my Husbands followers, and whose fortunes Expir'd in him? They are if please your Ladiship: though I was neuer Tawny-coate, I haue playd the summoners part, and the rest are already paide, onely these three attend your Ladiships remuneration. VVelcome Gentlemen, My Husband led you on to many dangers Two yeares, and last to pouerty: His reuenewes Before hand he sold to maintaine his Army, VVhen the Dukes pay still fail'd, you know you were Stor'd euer from his Coffers. He was a right And worthy Generall. He was no lesse. He was no lesse; and all you know hee was no more, well, had he liu'd, I had beene plac't in some house of office or other ere this time. It was his will, which to my vtmost power I will make good, to satisfie his souldiers To the vtmost farthing. All his Gold and Iewels I haue already added, yet are we still To score to souldiery? what is your summe? Pay for three Moneths. There's double that in Gold. I thanke your Ladiship. VVhat yours? VVhy Madam, For foure Moneths pay. This Iewell mounts that. I am treble satisfied. You are behinde hand too: Ey but Madam, I thinke he be no true souldier. No true Souldier your reason? Marry because he walkes without his Armes. The Dukes Treasure Cannot make good that losse, yet are we rich In one thing: Nothing we haue that were of nothing made, Nothing we haue, my Husbands debts are payd. Morrow Gentlemen. Madam, Hearts, Swords and hands, rest still At your command. Gentlemen I'me sorry that I cannot pay you better, Vnto my wishes and your owne desert, 'Tis plainely seene great Persons oft times fall, And the most Rich cannot giue more then all. Good morrow Gentlemen,