Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Supposes · chunk 22 of 36

Gascoigne, George / Ariosto, Ludovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 509 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.

Nay, that was not the matter, for I had rather have him give over his study altogether and come home. Why? if you minded not to make him learned, to what end did you sand him hither at the first? I will tell you: when he was at home he did as most young men do, he played many mad pranks and did many things that liked me not very well: and I thinking, that by that time he had seen the world, he would learn to know himself better, exhorted him to study, and put in his election what place he would go to. At the last he came hither, and I think he was scarce here so soon as I felt the want of him, in such sort, as from that day to this I have passed few nights without tears. I have written to him very often that he should come home, but continually he refused still, beseeching me to continued his study, wherein he doubted not (as he said) but to profit greatly. In deed he is very much commended of all men, and specially of the best reputed students. I am glad he hath not lost his time, but I care not greatly for so much knowledge. I would not be without the sight of him again so long, for all the learning in the world. I am old now, and if God should call me in his absence, I promise' you I think it would drive me into desperation. It is commendable in a man to love his children but to be so tender over them is more womanlike? Well, I confess it is my fault: and yet I will tell you another cause of my coming hither, more weighty than this. divers of my country have been here since he came hither, by whom I have sent unto him, and some of them have been thrice, some four or five times at his house, and yet could never speak with him. I fear he applies his study so, that he will not lose the minute of an hour from his book. What, alas, he might yet talk with his countrymen for a while: he is a young man, tenderly brought up, and if he far thus continually night & day at his book, it may be enough to drive him into a frenzy. In deed, enough were as good as a feast. Lo you sir here is your son Erostrato's house, I will knock. Yea, I pray you knock. They hear not. Knock again, I think they be on sleep. If this gate were your Grandfather's soul, you could not knock more softly, let me come: ho, ho, is there any body within? WHat devil of hell is there? I think he will break the gates in pieces. Marie sir, we had thought you had been on sleep within, and therefore we thought best to wake you: what doth Erostrato? He is not within. Open the door good fellow I pray thee.
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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 406–422 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 36 in this edition
Length509 words · 614 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T51 — Parents and children: blessing, birthright and inheritance at 0.730
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)
Nay, that was not the matter, for I had rather haue him giue ouer his ſtudie altogither and come home. Why? if you minded not to make him learned, to what ende did you ſend him hither at the firſt? I will tell you: when he was at home he did as moſt yong men doe, he played many mad prankes and did many things that liked me not very well: and I thinking, that by that time he had ſene the worlde, he would learne to know himſelfe better, exhorted him to ſtudie, and put in his electiō what place he would go to. At the laſt he came hither, and I thinke he was ſcarce here ſo ſone as I felt the want of him, in ſuche ſorte, as from that day to this I haue paſſed fewe nightes without teares. I haue written to him very often that he ſhoulde come home, but continually he refuſed ſtil, beſeching me to continue his ſtudie, wherein he doubted not (as he ſaid) but to profite greatly. In dede he is very much commended of al men, and ſpecially of the beſt reputed ſtudentes. I am glad he hath not loſt his time, but I care not greatly for ſo much knowledge. I would not be without the ſighte of hym againe ſo long, for all the learning in the worlde. I am olde nowe, and if God ſhoulde call mée in his abſence, I promiſe you I thinke it woulde driue me into diſperation. It is commendable in a man to loue his childrē but to be ſo tender ouer them is more womanlike? Well, I confeſſe it is my faulte: and yet I will tell you another cauſe of my comming hither, more waightie than this. Diuers of my countrey haue bene here ſince hée came hither, by whome I haue ſente vnto him, and ſome of thē haue bene thrice, ſome foure or fiue times at his houſe, and yet could neuer ſpeake with him. I feare he applies his ſtudie ſo, that he will not léeſe the minute of an houre from his booke. What, alas, he might yet talke with his countrymen for a while: he is a yong man, tenderly brought vp, and if he fare thus cōtinually night & day at his booke, it may be enough to driue him into a freneſie. In dede, enough were as good as a feaſt. Loe you ſir here is your ſonne Eroſtratoes houſe, I will knocke. Yea, I pray you knocke. They heare not. Knocke againe, I thinke they be on ſlepe. If this gate were your Grandefathers ſoule, you coulde not knocke more ſoftly, let me come: ho, ho, is there any body within? WHat deuill of hell is there? I thinke hée will breake the gates in péeces. Marie ſir, we had thoughte you had béene on ſléepe within, and therefore we thought beſt to wake you: what doth Eroſtrato? He is not within. Open the dore good fellow I pray thée.