Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Supposes · chunk 5 of 36

Gascoigne, George / Ariosto, Ludovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 493 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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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.

Yea, I had rather have lost all the goods in the world. Alas, alas: by God and grafts of such a stock are very gaysome in these days. I know not whether he were slain, or the Turks took him and kept him as a bond slave. Alas, I could weep for compassion, but there is no remedy but patience, you shall get many by this young damsel with the grace of God. Yea, if I get her. Get her? why doubt you of that? Why? her father holds me off with delays, so that I must needs doubt. Content yourself sir, he is a wise man, and desirous to place his Daughter well: he will not be too rash in his determination, he will think well of the matter: and let him think, for the longer he thinketh, the more good of you shall he think: whose wealth? whose virtue? whose skill? or whose estimation can he compare to yours in this City? And hast thou not told him that I would make his Daughter a dower of two thousand Ducats? Why, even now, I came but from thence since. What said he? Nothing, but that Erostrato had proffered the like. Erostrato? how can he make any dower, and his father yet alive? Think you I did not tell him so? yes I warrant you, I forgot nothing that may further your cause: & doubt you not, Erostrato shall never have her unless it be in a dream. Well gentle Pasiphilo, go thy ways and tell Damon I require nothing but his daughter: I will none of his goods: I shall enrich her of mine own: & if this dower of two thousand Ducats seem not sufficient, I will make it five hundredth more, yea a thousand, or what so ever he will demand rather than fail: go to Pasiphilo, show thyself friendly in working this feat for me: spare for no cost, since I have gone thus far, I willbe loath to be out bidden. Go. Where shall I come to you again? At my house. When? When thou wilt. Shall I come at dinner time? I would bid thee to dinner, but it is a Saints even which I have ever fasted. Fast till thou famish. Hark. He speaketh of a dead man's fast. Thou hearest me not. Nor thou understandest me not. I dare say thou art angry I bid the not to dinner: but come if thou wilt, thou shalt take such as thou findest. What? think you I know not where to dine? Yes Pasiphilo thou art not to seek. Not be you sure, there are enough will pray me. That I know well enough Pasiphilo, but thou canst not be better welcome in any place than to me, I will tarry for thee. Well, since you will needs, I will come. Dispatch then, and bring no news but good. Better than my reward by the rood.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlaySupposes
AuthorGascoigne, George / Ariosto, Ludovico
Publication year (edition)1575
First performance / composition (Annals)1566
First performance (BritDrama)1566
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeTranslation;Nonprofessional;University/Inns of Court
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 104 · TCP A01514 · DEEP 5007.02
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 67–100 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 36 in this edition
Length493 words · 635 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations at 0.852
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)
Yea, I had rather haue loſt al the goods in ye world. Alas, alas: by God and grafts of ſuche a ſtocke are very gayſon in theſe dayes. I know not whether he were ſlayne, or the Turks toke him and kept him as a bond ſlaue. Alas, I could weepe for compaſſion, but there is no remedy but patience, you ſhall get many by this yong damſell with the grace of God. Yea, if I get hir. Get hir? why doubt you of that? Why? hir father holds me off with delayes, ſo that I muſt needes doubt. Content your ſelfe ſir, he is a wiſe man, and deſirous to place his Daughter well: he will not be too raſhe in hys determination, he will thinke well of the matter: and lette him thinke, for the longer he thinketh, the more good of you ſhall he thinke: whoſe welth? whoſe vertue? whoſe ſkill? or whoſe eſtimation can he compare to yours in this Citie? And haſt thou not tolde him that I would make his Daughter a dower of two thouſand Ducates? Why, euen now, I came but frm thence ſince. What ſaid he? Nothing, but that Eroſtrato had profered the like. Eroſtrato? how can he make any dower, and his father yet aliue? Thinke you I did not tell him ſo? yes I warrāt you, I forgot nothing that may furder your cauſe: & doubte you not, Eroſtrato ſhal neuer haue hir vnleſſe it be in a dreame. Well gentle Paſiphilo, go thy wayes and tell Damon I require nothing but his daughter: I wil none of his goods: I ſhal enrich hir of mine owne: & if this dower of two thouſand Ducates ſeem not ſufficiēt, I wil make it fiue hundreth more, yea a thouſand, or what ſo euer he wil demaūd rather thē faile: go to Paſiphilo, ſhew thy ſelfe frēdly in working this feate for me: ſpare for no coſt, ſince I haue gone thus farre, I wilbe loth to be out bidden. Go. Where ſhall I come to you againe? At my houſe. When? When thou wilte. Shall I come at dinner time? I would byd thée to dinner, but it is a Saincts euen which I haue euer faſted. Faſte till thou famiſhe. Harke. He ſpeaketh of a dead mans faſte. Thou heareſt me not. Nor thou vnderſtandeſt me not. I dare ſay thou art angrie I byd the not to dinner: but come if thou wilte, thou ſhalt take ſuch as thou findeſt. What? think you I know not where to dine? Yes Paſiphilo thou art not to ſéeke. No be you ſure, there are enowe will pray me. That I knowe well enough Paſiphilo, but thou canſt not be better welcome in any place than to me, I will tarrie for thée. Well, ſince you will néedes, I will come. Diſpatche then, and bring no newes but good. Better than my rewarde by the rood.