Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Adrasta, or The Woman's Spleen and Love's Conquest · chunk 5 of 47

Jones, John · published 1635 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals)
tragicomedy
unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 466 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.

By my troth I am glad to see thee well my little Gallow-clapper; how hast thou done this many a day? ha! Faith prettily well Mistress Fraileware, as a man of my profession might; I had all the chief trades in the City to help me do well. What trades were they, thou wert too young for any occupation yet. Not above three years at most: but I earned something with working and waiting on my Lord, as Tankard-bearers, Labourers, and serving-men do: I stole and cozened, as Tailors, Shopkeepers and Cutpurses do; I let out my Lords books, and took money for the use of'em, as the later ends of gouty Merchants do: and yet for all this I was forced (as many of you Citizens are) to go many times to bed with a hungry conscience. You'll never leave your crackery, but tell me prithee sirrah, is Athens a fine Town? What be these College, like? didst thou go to school there? O, an excellent place for a woman that will use trading: You shall have the Scholars lie at your sweet Frails night and day; they be forced to sweeten their disputations with Grocers reasons: and custom could not but make your husband one of the head men of the City presently. Now by my troth I think it were a very good place for a stale shopkeepers wife of the City to set up in: o'my conscience, a woman of our occupation might thrive there. ay, and she were down never so low, the scholars would do it— and how does Master Damasippios the lecturing Stoic? When was he here? Dost remember him? let me see— o'my honesty, I never saw him since his last moral Lecture against the sins of the flesh— yes heaven forgive me to swear, now I remember me, the same day my husband went a duck-hunting; and then he came hither, and brought me many good things: wilt thou go to him again sometimes for me? I'll give thee some figs and Tobacco. Yours to command; I'll smoke in your business then i'faith. Prithee come to me when my husband is out of the shop. Adieu the two desiring sins of the City. Avarice and Lechery: if I do not meet with your moral venery, would I might go lousy, and have but three pence to play with this month. Come good Alastor! be but secret now, And I shall live endeared unto thy faith; The matter much imports us; and in case That my rewards should die with me, the State Will one day thank thee for't. I have his seal, His hand and style exactly counterfeit: Then hear thy charge; Thou must this evening haste Covertly to the Lady Iulia's house— But canst be secret?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayAdrasta, or The Woman's Spleen and Love's Conquest
AuthorJones, John
Publication year (edition)1635
First performance / composition (Annals)1635
First performance (BritDrama)1635
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1030 · TCP A04604 · DEEP 845
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 163–184 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 47 in this edition
Length466 words · 613 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T35 — Fools, wit and railing at 0.732
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)
By my troth I am glad to ſee thee well my little Gallow-clapper; how haſt thou done this many a day? ha! Faith prettily well Miſtris Fraileware, as a man of my profeſſion might; I had all the chiefe trades in the City to help mee doe well. What trades were they, thou wert too young for any occupation yet. Not above three yeares at moſt: but I earn'd ſomething with working and wayting on my Lord, as Tankard-bearers, Labourers, and Servingmen doe: I ſtole and cozen'd, as Taylors, Shopkeepers and Cutpurſes doe; I let out my Lords books, and tooke money for the uſe of'hem, as the later ends of gouty Merchants doe: and yet for all this I was forc'd (as many of you Citizens are) to goe many times to bed with a hungry conſcience. You'll never leave your crackery, but tell mee prethee ſirrha, is Athens a fine Towne? What be theſe College, like? didſt thou goe to ſchoole there? O, an excellent place for a woman that will uſe trading: You ſhall have the Schollers lie at your ſweet Frailes night and day; they bee forc'd to ſweeten their diſputations with Grocers reaſons: and cuſtome could not but make your husband one of the head men of the City preſently. Now by my troth I thinke it were a very good place for a ſtale ſhopkeepers wife of the City to ſet up in: o'my conſcience, a woman of our occupation might thrive there. I, and ſhe were down never ſo low, the ſchollers would doe it—and how does Maſter Damaſippios the lecturing Stoick? When was he here? Doſt remember him? let me ſee—o'my honeſty, I never ſaw him ſince his laſt morall Lecture againſt the ſinnes of the fleſh—yes heaven forgive me to ſweare, now I remember me, the ſame day my husband went a duck-hunting; and then he came hither, and brought mee many good things: wilt thou goe to him againe ſometimes for mee? Ile give thee ſome figges and Tobacco. Yours to command; Ile ſmoake in your buſineſſe then i'faith. Prethee come to me when my husband is out of the ſhoppe. Adieu the two deſiring ſinnes of the City. Avarice and Lechery: if I doe not meet with your morall venery, would I might goe lowſie, and have but three pence to play with this moneth. Come good Alaſtor! be but ſecret now, And I ſhall live indear'd unto thy faith; The matter much imports us; and in caſe That my rewards ſhould dye with me, the State Will one day thanke thee for't. I have his ſeale, His hand and ſtile exactly counterfeit: Then heare thy charge; Thou muſt this evening haſte Covertly to the Lady Iulia's houſe— But canſt bee ſecret?