Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Supposes · chunk 33 of 36

Gascoigne, George / Ariosto, Ludovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 441 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

Well, I will tell you then, my name you know already: my wife his mother's name was Sophronia, the house that I came of, they call Spiagia. I never heard him speak of Spiagia but in deed I have heard him say, his mother's name was Sophronia: but what of that? a great matter I promise' you. It is like enough that you two have compact together to deceive my master. What needeth me more evident tokens? this is my son out of doubt whom I lost eighteen years since, and a thousand thousand times have I lamented for him: he should have also a mould on his left shoulder. He hath a mould there in deed: and an hole in an other place to, I would your nose were in it. Fair words fellow Litio: o I pray you let us go talk with him, O fortune, how much am I bound to thee if I find my son? Yea how little am I beholden to fortune, that know not where my son is become, and you whom I chose to be mine advocate, will now (by the means of this Dulipo) become mine adversary? Sir, let us first go found mine: and I warrant you yours will be found also ere it be long. God grant: go we then, Since the door is open, I will never knock nor call, but we will be bold to go in. Sir, take you heed, lest he lead you to some mischief. Alas Litio, if my son be lost what care I what become of me? Well, I have told you my mind Sir, do you as you please. COme hither you old callet, you tattling housewife, that the devil cut out your tongue: tell me, how could Pasiphilo know of this gear but by you? Sir, he never knew it of me, he was the first that told me of it. Thou liest old drab, but I would advise you tell me the truth, or I will make those old bones rattle in your skin. Sir, if you find me contrary, kill me. Why? where should he talk with thee? He talked with me of it here in the street. What did you here? I was going to the weavers for a web of cloth you have there. And what cause could Pasiphilo have to talk of it, unless thou began the matter first? Nay, he began with me sir, reviling me, because I had told you of it: I asked him how he knew of it, and he said he was in the stable when you examined me ere while.
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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 644–665 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 36 in this edition
Length441 words · 547 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants at 0.715
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)
Well, I will tell you then, my name you know alredy: my wife his mothers name was Sophronia, the houſe that I came of, they call Spiagia. I neuer heard him ſpeake of Spiagia but in déede I haue heard him ſay, his mothers name was Sophronia: but what of yt? a great matter I promiſe you. It is like enoughe that you two haue compact together to deceiue my maiſter. What nedeth me more euident tokens? this is my ſonne out of doubt whom I loſt eighteen yeares ſince, and a thouſand thouſand times haue I lamented for him: he ſhuld haue alſo a mould on his left ſhoulder. He hath a moulde there in deede: and an hole in an other place to, I would your noſe were in it. Faire wordes fellow Litio: oh I pray you let vs goe talke with him, O fortune, howe much am I bounde to thée if I finde my ſonne? Yea how little am I beholdē to fortune, that know not where my ſonne is become, and you whome I choſe to be mine aduocate, will nowe (by the meanes of this Dulipo) become mine aduerſarie? Sir, let vs firſt goe find mine: and I warrant you yours will be founde alſo ere it be long. God graunt: goe we then, Since the dore is open, I will neuer knocke nor cal, but we will be bolde to goe in. Sir, take you héede, leaſt he leade you to ſome miſchiefe. Alas Litio, if my ſonne be loſte what care I what become of me? Well, I haue tolde you my minde Sir, doe you as you pleaſe. COme hither you olde kallat, you tatling huſwife, that the deuill cut oute your tong: tell me, howe could Paſiphilo know of this géere but by you? Sir, he neuer knewe it of me, he was the firſte that tolde me of it. Thou lieſt old drabbe, but I would aduiſe you tel me the truth, or I wil make thoſe old bones rattle in your ſkin. Sir, if you finde me contrarie, kill me. Why? where ſhould he talke with thée? He talked with me of it here in the ſtreete. What did you here? I was going to the weauers for a webbe of clothe you haue there. And what cauſe coulde Paſiphilo haue to talke of it, vnleſſe thou began the mater firſt? Nay, he began with me ſir, reuiling me, bycauſe I had tolde you of it: I aſked him how he knewe of it, and he ſaid he was in the ſtable when you examined me ere while.