Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Supposes · chunk 29 of 36

Gascoigne, George / Ariosto, Ludovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 484 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.

I Was glad to rid him out of the way, lest he should see me burst out of these swelling tears, which hitherto with great pain I have prisoned in my breast, & lest he should hear the Echo of my doubled sighs, which bounce from the bottom of my heavy heart. O cursed I, O cruel fortune, that so many dispersed griefs as were sufficient to subvert a legion of Lovers, hast suddenly assembled within my careful carcase to treat this fearful heart in sunder with desperation. Thou that hast kept my master all his youth within the realm of Sicilia, reserving the wind and waves in a temperate calm (as it were at his command) now to convey his aged limbs hither, neither sooner nor later: but even in the worst time that may be. If at any time before thou hadst conducted him, this enterprise had been cut off without care in the beginning: and if never so little longer thou hadst lingered his journey, this happy day might then have fully finished our drifts & devices. But alas, thou hast brought him even in the very worst time, to plunge us all in the pit of perdition. Neither art thou content to entangle me alone in thy ruinous ropes, but thou must also catch the right Erostrato in thy crooked claws, to reward us both with open shame & rebuke. Two years hast thou kept secret our subtle Supposes, even this day to decipher them with a sorrowful success. What shall I do? Alas what shift shall I make? it is too late now to imagine any further deceit, for every minute seemeth an hour till I found some succour for the miserable captive Erostrato. Well, since there is no other remedy, I will go to my master Philogano, & to him will I tell the whole truth of the matter, that at the lest he may provide in time, before his son feel the smart of some sharp revenge and punishment. This is the best, and thus will I do. Yet I know, that for mine own part I shall do bitter penance for my faults forepast: but such is the good will and duty that I bear to Erostrato, as even with the loss of my life I must not stick to adventure any thing which may turn to his commodity. But what shall I do? shall I go seek my master about the town, or shall I tarry his return hither? If I meet him in the streets, he will cry out upon me, neither will he hearken to any thing that I shall say, till he have gathered all the people wondering about me, as it were at an Owl. Therefore I were better to abide here, and yet if he tarry long I will go seek him, rather than prolong the time to Erostratos peril.
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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 565–565 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 36 in this edition
Length484 words · 587 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T57 — Ships, merchants and pirates at 0.777
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)
I Was glad to rid him out of the way, leaſt he ſhoulde ſée me burſt out of theſe ſwelling teares, which hitherto with great payne I haue priſoned in my breſt, & leaſt he ſhoulde heare the Eccho of my doubled ſighes, whiche bounce from the botome of my heuy heart. O curſed I, O cruell fortune, that ſo many diſperſed griefes as were ſufficient to ſubuert a legion of Louers, haſt ſodenly aſſembled within my carefull carkaſe to treat this fearfull heart in ſunder with deſperation. Thou that haſt kepte my maſter all his youthe within the realme of Sicilia, reſeruing the wind and waues in a temperate calme (as it were at his commaunde) nowe to conuey his aged limmes hither, neither ſooner nor later: but euen in the worſt time that may be. If at any time before thou haddeſt conducted him, this enterpriſe had bene cut off without care in the beginning: and if neuer ſo little longer thou hadſt lingred his iorney, this happie day might then haue fully finiſhed our drifts & deuiſes. But alas, thou haſt brought him euen in the very worſt time, to plunge vs al in the pit of perdition. Neither art thou content to entā gle me alone in thy ruinous ropes, but thou muſt alſo catch the right Eroſtrato in thy crooked clawes, to reward vs both with open ſhame & rebuke. Two yéeres haſt thou kept ſecrete our ſubtill Suppoſes, euen this day to diſcipher them with a ſorowfull ſucceſſe. What ſhall I do? Alas what ſhift ſhall I make? it is too late now to imagine any further deceite, for euery minute ſéemeth an houre til I find ſome ſuccour for the miſerable captiue Eroſtrato. Wel, ſince there is no other remedie, I wil go to my maſter Philogano, & to him will I tell the whole truth of the matter, that at the leaſt he may prouide in time, before his ſonne féele the ſmart of ſome ſharpe reuenge and puniſhment. This is the beſt, and thus wil I do. Yet I know, that for mine owne parte I ſhal do bitter penance for my faults forepaſſed: but ſuche is the good will and duetie that I beare to Eroſtrato, as euen with the loſſe of my life I muſt not ſticke to aduenture any thing which may turne to his commoditie. But what ſhall I do? ſhal I go ſéeke my maſter about the towne, or ſhall I tarrie his returne hither? If I méete him in the ſtréetes, he wil crie out vpon me, neither will he harken to any thing that I ſhall ſay, till he haue gathered all the people wondring about me, as it were at an Owle. Therefore I were better to abide here, and yet if he tarrie long I will goe ſéeke him, rather than prolong the time to Eroſtratos perill.