Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Late Lancashire Witches · chunk 17 of 43

Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals)
comedy · King's Men · Globe
unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 516 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.

Well Robert, I find your love by your haste from me, i'll undertake you shall be at Lancaster, & twice as far, & yet at home time enough, and be ruled by me. Thou art a witty rogue, and thinkst to make me believe any thing, because I saw thee make thy broom sweep the house without hands tother day. You shall see more than that presently, because you shall believe me; you know the house is all a-bed here: and I dare not be missed in the morning. Besides, I must be at the wedding of Lawrence and Parnell tomorrow. I your old sweet heart Lawrence? Old love will not be forgotten I care not for the loss of him, but if I fit him not hang me: but to the point, if I go with you tonight, and help you to as good wine as your master desires, and you keep your time with him, you will give me a pint for my company. Thy belly full wench. I'll but take up my milk pail and leave it in the field, till our coming back in the morning, and we'll away. Go fetch it quickly then. No Robert, rather than leave your company so long, it shall come to me. I would but see that. Look yonder, what do you think on't. Light, it comes; and I do think there is so much of the Devil in't as will turn all the milk shall come in't these seven years, and make it burn too, till it stink worse than the Proverb of the bishop's foot. Look you sir, here I have it, will you get up and away. My horse is gone, nay prithee Mal. thou hast set him away, leave thy Roguery. Look again. There stands a black long-sided jade: mine was a trussed grey. Yours was too short to carry double such a journey. Get up I say, you shall have your own again i'th' morning. Nay but, nay but. Nay, and you stand butting now, i'll leave you to look your horse. Pail on afore to the field, and stay till I come. Come away then, heigh for Lancaster: stand up. COme away wife, come away, and let us be ready to break the Cake over the Bride's head at her entrance; we will have the honour of it, we that have played the Steward and Cook at home, though we lost Church by't, and saw not Parson Knit-knot do his office, but we shall see all the house rites performed; and.— oh what a day of jollity and tranquillity is here towards? You are so frolic and so crank now, upon the truce is taken amongst us, because our wrangling shall not wrong the Wedding, but take heed (you were best) how ye behave yourself, lest a day to come may pay for all. I fear nothing, and I hope to die in this humour. Oh how hot am I! rather than I would dress such another dinner this twelvemonth, I would wish Wedding quite out of this years' Almanac.
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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 711–735 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 43 in this edition
Length516 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches at 0.770
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)
Well Robert, I find your love by your haste from me, ile undertake you shal be at Lancaster, & twise as far, & yet at home time enough, and be rul'd by me. Thou art a witty rogue, and thinkst to make me believe any thing, because I saw thee make thy broome sweepe the house without hands t'other day. You shall see more than that presently, because you shall beleeve me; you know the house is all a bed here: and I dare not be mist in the morning. Besides, I must be at the wedding of Lawrence and Parnell to morrow. I your old sweet heart Lawrence? Old love will not be forgotten I care not for the losse of him, but if I him not hang me: but to the point, if I goe with you to night, and help you to as good wine as your master desires, and you keepe your time with him, you will give me a pinte for my company. Thy belly full wench. I'le but take up my milk payle and leave it in the field, till our comming backe in the morning, and wee'll away. Goe fetch it quickly then. No Robert, rather than leave your company so long, it shall come to me. I would but see that. Looke yonder, what do you thinke on't. Light, it comes; and I do thinke there is so much of the Divell in't as will turne all the milke shall come in't these seven yeares, and make it burne too, till it stinke worse than the Proverbe of the Bishops foot. Looke you sir, heere I have it, will you get up and away. My horse is gone, nay prithee Mal. thou hast set him awa, leave thy Roguerie. Looke againe. There stands a blacke long-sided jade: mine was a truss'd gray. Yours was too short to carrie double such a journey. Get up I say, ou shall have your owne againe i'th morning. Nay but, nay but. Nay, and you stand butting now, i'le leave you to look your horse. Payle on afore to the field, and staie till I come. Come away then, hey for Lancaster: stand up▪ COme away wife, come away, and let us be ready to breake the over the Brides head at her entrance; we will have the honour of it, we that have playd the Steward and Cooke at home, though we lost Church by't, and saw not Parson Knit-knot do his office, but wee hall see all the house rites perform'd; and. what a day of jollity and tranquility is here towards? You are so frolick and so cranck now, upon the truce is taken amongst us, because our wrangling shall not wrong the Wedding, but take heed (you were best) how ye behave your selfe, lest a day to come may pay for all. I feare nothing, and I hope to dye in this humor. Oh how hot am I rather then I would dresse such another dinner this twelve moneth, I would wish Wedding quite out of this yeares Almanack▪