Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Late Lancashire Witches · chunk 22 of 43

Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals)
comedy · King's Men · Globe
unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 492 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.

Robin. I Mistress. Quickly good Robin, the grey Gelding. What other horse you please Mistress. And why not that? Truly Mistress pray pardon me, I must be plain with you, I dare not deliver him you; my master has ta'en notice of the ill case you have brought him home in divers times. O is it so, and must he be made acquainted with my actions by you, and must I then be controlled by him, and now by you; you are a saucy Groom. You may say your pleasure. No sir, I'll do my pleasure. Awe. Horse, horse, see thou be, And where I point thee carry me. Was there ever such a medley of mirth, madness, and drunkenness, shuffled together. Thy Uncle and Aunt, old Mr. Silly and his wife, do nothing but kiss and play together like Monkeys. Yes, they do overlove one another now. And young Gregory and his sister do as much overdo their obedience now to their Parents. And their Parents as much overdote upon them, they are all as far beyond their wits now in loving one another, as they were wide of them before in crossing. Yet this is the better madness. But the married couple that are both so daintily whittled, that now they are both mad to be a-bed before Suppertime, and by and by he will, and she wo' not; straight she will and he wo' not, the next minute they both forget they are married, and defy one another. My sides e'en ache with laughter. But the best sport of all is, the old Bachelor Master Doughty, that was so cautious, & feared every thing to be witchcraft, is now wound up to such a confidence that there is no such thing, that he dares the Devil do his worst, and will not out o'the house by all persuasion, and all for the love of the husbandman's daughter within, Mal Spencer. There I am in some danger, he put me into half a belief I shall be his heir, pray love she be not a witch to charm his love from me. Of what condition is that wench dost thou know her? A little, but Whetstone knows her better. Hang him rogue, he'll belie her, and speak better than she deserves, for he's in love with her too. I saw old Doughty give him a box o'the ear for kissing her, and he turned about as he did by thee yesterday, and swore his Aunt should know it. Who would ha'thought that impudent rogue would have come among us after such a baffle. He told me, he had complained to his Aunt on us, and that she would speak with us. we will all to her to patch up the business, for the respect I bear her husband, noble Generous. Here he comes. Hark you Mr. By-blow do you know the lass within? What do you call her, Mal Spencer?
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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 836–865 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 43 in this edition
Length492 words · 626 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousy at 0.689
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)
Robin. I Mistresse. Quickly good Robin, the gray Guelding. VVhat other horse you please Mistresse. And why not that? Truly Mistresse pray pardon me, I must be plaine with you, I dare not deliver him you; my master has tane notice of the ill case you have brought him home in divers times. O is it so, and must he be made acquainted with my actions by you, and must I then be controll'd by him, and now by you; you are a sawey Groome. You may say your pleasure. No sir, Ile doe my pleasure. Aw. Horse, horse, see thou be, And where I point thee carry me. VVas there ever such a medley of mirth, madnesse, and drunkennesse, shuffled together. Thy Vnckle and Aunt, old Mr. Seely and his wife, doe nothing but kisse and play together like Monkeyes. Yes, they doe over-love one another now. And young Gregory and his sister doe as much overdoe their obedience now to their Parents. And their Parents as much over-doat upon them, they are all as farre beyond their wits now in loving one another, as they were wide of them before in crossing. Yet this is the better madnesse. But the married couple that are both so daintily whitled, that now they are both mad to be a bed before Suppertime, and by and by he will, and she wo' not; streight she will and he wo' not, the next minute they both forget they are married, and defie one another. My ides eene ake with laughter. But the best sport of all is, the old Batchelour Master Doughty, that was so cautious, & feat'd every thing to be witehcraft, is now wound up to such a confidence that there is no such thing, that hee dares the Divell do his worst, and will not out o'the house by all persuasion, and all for the love of the husbandmans daughter within, Mal Spencer. There I am in some danger, he put me into halfe a beliefe I shall be his heire, pray love shee be not a witch to charme his love from mee. Of what condition is that wench do'st thou know her? A little, but Whetstone knowes her better. Hang him rogue, he'le belye her, and speak better than she deserves, for he's is love with her too. I saw old Doughty give him a box o'the eare for kissing her, and hee turnd about as he did by thee yesterday, and swore his Aunt should know it. Who would ha'thought that impudent rogu would have come among us after such a baffle. He told me, hee had complain'd to his Aunt on us, and that she would speak with us. Wee will all to her to patch vp the businesse, for the respect I beare her husband, noble Generous. Here he comes. Hearke you Mr. Byblow do you know the lasse within? What do you call her, Mal Spencer?