Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Late Lancashire Witches · chunk 8 of 43

Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals)
comedy · King's Men · Globe
unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 500 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.

Daughter I say, I will take any course so thou wilt leave thy passion; indeed it hurts thee child, I'll sing and be merry, wear as fine clothes, and as delicate dressings as thou wilt have me, so thou wilt pacify thyself, and be at peace with me. O will yon so, in so doing I may chance to look upon you. Is this a fit habit for a handsome young Gentlewoman's mother, as I hope to be a Lady, you look like one o'the Scottish wayward sisters, O my heart has got the hickup, and all looks green about me, a merry song now mother, and thou shalt be my white girl. Ha, ha, ha! she's overcome with joy at my conversion. She is most evidently bewitched. There was a deft Lad and a Lass fell in love, with a fa la la, fa la la, Langtidowne dilly; With kissing and toying this Maiden did prove, with a fa la la, fa la la, Langtidowne dilly; So wide i'th' waist, and her Belly so high, That unto her mother the Maiden did cry, O Langtidowne dilly, O Langtidowne dilly, fa la la Langtidowne, Langtidowne dilly. Thus wooden ye done and I were dead, but while I live yoeu fadge not on it, is this awe the work ye confine? Now comes the Maid to set her Mistresses to work. Nay prithee sweet Parnell, I was but chiding the old wife for her unhandsomeness, and would have been at my work presently, she tells me now she will wear fine things, and I shall dress her head as I list. Here's a house well governed? Dress me no dressings, lessen I dress ye beth, and learn a new lesson with a wainon right now, han I been a servant here this half dozen o'yeares, and con I fee ye idler than myself! Nay prithee sweet Parnell content, & hark thee— I have known this, and till very lately, as well governed a Family as the Country yields, and now what a nest of several humours it is grown, and all devilish ones, sure all the Witches in the Country, have their hands in this homespun medley; and there be no few 'tis thought. Yie, yeah, ye shall ye shall, another time, but not naw I thank ye, ye shall as soon piss and paddle in't, as slap me in the mouth with an awd Petticoat, or a new pair o shoine, to be whyet, I cannot be whyet, nor I wonot be whyet, to see sicky doings I. Hold thy prattle Parnell, awes comed about as ween a had it, wotst thou what Parnell? wotst thou what? o dear, wotst thou what? What's the fond wexen wailed trow I. We han been in love these three years, and ever we had not enough, now is it comed about that our love shall be at an end for ever, and a day, for we must wed may honey, we must wed.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Late Lancashire Witches
AuthorHeywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard
Publication year (edition)1634
First performance / composition (Annals)1634
First performance (BritDrama)1634 [Aug]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
TheaterGlobe;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1020 · TCP A03258 · DEEP 837
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 351–373 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 43 in this edition
Length500 words · 696 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations at 0.777
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)
Daughter I say, I wil take any course so thou wilt leave thy passton; indeed it hurts thee childe, I'le sing and be merry, weare as fine clothes, and as delicate dressings as thou wilt have me, so thou wilt pacifie thy selfe, and be at peace with me. O will yo so, in so doing I may chance to looke upon you. Is this a fit habite for a handsome young Gentlewomans mother, as I hope to be a Lady, you look like one o'the Scottish wayward sisters, O my hart has got the hickup, and all look greene about ; a merry song now mother, and thou shalt be my white girle. Ha, ha, ha! she's overcome with joy at my conversion. She is most evidently bewitcht. There was a deft Lad and a Lasse fell in love, with a fa la la, fa la la, Langtidowne dilly; With kissing and toying this Maden did prove, with a fa la la, fa la la, Langtidowne dilly; So wide ' th wast, and her Belly so high, That unto her mother the Maiden did cry, O Langtidowne dilly, O Langtidowne dilly, fa la la Langtidowne, Langidowne dilly. Thus wodden yeou doone and I were dead, but while I live yoeu fadge not on it, is this aw the warke yeou con ine? Now comes the Mayd to set her Missses to work. Nay pi'thee sweet Parnell, I was but chiding the old wife for her unhandsomnese, and would have been at my work presently, she tels me now she will weare fine things, and I shall dresse her head as I list. Here's a house well govern'd? Dresse me no dressings, lessen I dresse yeou beth, and learne a new lesson with a wainon right now, han I bin a servant here this halfe dozen o'yeares, and con I fee yeou idler then my selve! Nay pritheesweet Parnell content, & hark thee— I have knowne this, and till very lately, as well govern'd a Family as the Country yeilds, and now what a nest of severall humors it is growne, and all divellish ones, sure all the VVitches in the Country, have their hands in this home-spun medley; and there be no few 'tis thought. Yie, yie, ye shall ye shall, another time, but not naw I thonke yeou, yeou shall as soone pisse and paddle in't, as lap me in the mouth with an awd Petticoat, or a new paire shoine, to be whyet, I cannot be whyet, no I wonnot be whyet, to see sicky doings I. Hold thy prattle Parnell, aw's com'd about as weene a had it, wotst thou what Parnell? wotst thou what? o deare, wost thou what? VVhat's the fond wexen waild trow I. We han bin in love these three yeares, and ever wee had not enough, now is it com'd about that our love shall be at an end for ever, and a day, for wee mun wed may hunny, we mun wed.