Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Late Lancashire Witches · chunk 33 of 43

Heywood, Thomas / Brome, Richard · published 1634 · first performed or written 1634 (Annals)
comedy · King's Men · Globe
T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma typicality 0.79 · 501 words

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

And I thought it would my Parnel, love me i'd be sure on't, and gang about it now right. Y'are soon provided it seems for such a journey. Best tarry till thy head be whole Lawrence. Nay, nay, ay's white casten away ent I be unwadded again. And then ine undertake to find 3 better husbands in a bean cod. Heark gentlemen, the show is coming. What shall we stay & see't. O by all means Gent. 'Tis best to have these away first. Nay marry shan eou not sir, I hear ye well enough, & I con the meaning o'the show well enough, & I stay not the show & see not the show, & ma'one i'the show, let me be honked up for a show i'll ware them to mell or ma with a woman that melts or maes with a testril a longie, a dow little lozel that cannot, & if I skim not their skimingtons cockskeam for't, ma that warplin boggle me a week lonker, & that's a curse eno' for any wife I tro. from the board, and yet for aught I can see I am never a whit the nearer What not one kiss at parting Mal? Well cousin this is all you have to do: Retire the Gallants to some private room, Where call for wine, and junkets what you please, Then thou shalt need to do no other thing Than what this note directs thee, observe that An trouble me no farther. Very good, I like this beginning well: for where they slighted me before, they shall find me a man of note. Of this the meaning Marry Lass To bring a new conceit to pass. Thy Spirit must borrow more, To fill the number three or four; Whom we will use to no great harm, Only assist me with thy charm. This night we'll celebrate to sport: 'Tis all for mirth, we mean no hurt. My Spirit and myself command; Mamillion, & the rest at hand, shall all assist. Withdraw then, quick, Now gallants, there's for you a trick. here's a more private room gentlemen, free from the noise of the Hall. Here we may talk, and throw the chamber out of the casements. Some wine and a short banquet. So now leave us. we are much bound to you master Whetstone. For this great entertainment: I see you command The house in the absence of your uncle. Yes, I thank my Aunt; for though I be but a daily guest yet I can be welcome to her at midnight. How shall we pass the time? In some discourse. But no such discourse as we had last, beseech you. Now master Whetstone you reflect on me. 'Tis true, at our last meeting some few words Then past my lips, which I could wish forgot: I think I called you Bastard. I think so too; but what's that amongst friends, for I would fain know which amongst you all knows his own father.
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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 1321–1364 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 43 in this edition
Length501 words · 650 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.787 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
And I thought it would ma' Parnel, love me i'd be sure on't, and gang about it now right. Y'are soone provided it seems for such a journey. Best tarry till thy head be whole Lawrence. Nay, nay, ay's white casten away ent I be vnwadded agen And then ine undertack to find 3 better husbands in a bean cod. Heare gentleme, the shew is comming. What shall we stay & see't. O by all means Gent. 'Tis best to have these away first. Nay mary shan eou not sir, I heare yeou well eogh, & I con the meaning o'the show well enogh, & I stay not the show & see not the show, & a'one i'the show, let me be honckt up for a show ile ware them to mel or ma with a woman that mels or mae's with a testril a longie, a dow little losell that connot, & if I skim not their skimingtons cockskeam for't, ma that warplin boggle me a week lonker, & thats a curse eno'for any wife I tro. from the boord, and yet for ought I can see I am never a whit the neerer What not one kisse at parting ? Well Cozen this is all you have to do: Retire the Gallants to some privat roome, Where call for wine, and junckets what you please, Thn thou shalt need to do no ther thing Than what this note directs thee, observe that An trouble me no farther. Very good, I like this beginning well: for where they sleighted me before, they shall finde me a man of note. Of this the meaning Marry Lasse To bring a new conceit to passe. Thy Spirit must borrow more, To fill the number three or foure; Whom we will use to no great harm, Only assist me with thy charme. This night wee'l celebrate to : 'Tis all for mirth, we mean no hurt. My Spirit and my selfe command; Mamillion, & the rest at hand, shall all assist. Withdraw then, quicke, Now gallants, ther's for you a . Heer's a more privat roome gentlemen, free from the noise of the Hall. Here we may alke, and throw the chamber out of the casements. Some wine and a short banquet. So now leave us. VVee are much bound to you maer Whetstone. For this great entertainment: I see you command The house in the absence of your vnkle. Yes, I thanke my Ant; for though I be but a daily guest yet I can be wlcome to her at midnight. How shall we passe the time? In some discourse. But no such discourse as we had last, ech you. Now master Whetstone you reflect on me. 'Tis true, at our last meeting some few words Then my lips, which I could wis forgot: I thinke I call'd you Bastard. I thinke so too; but whats that amongst friends, for I would faine know which amongst you all knowes his owne father.