Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Supposes · chunk 35 of 36

Gascoigne, George / Ariosto, Ludovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 506 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.

Why, did she tell you so? Yea: But I thought it but a tale. Well, it is a true tale: and here they will be with you by and by: both Philogano this worthy man, and master doctor Cleander. Cleander? what to do? Cleander? Why thereby lies another tale, the most fortunate adventure that ever you heard: wots you what? this other Dulipo, whom all this while we supposed to be Erostrato, is found to be the son of Cleander, whom he lost at the loss of Otranto, and was after sold in Sicilia too this Philogano the strangest case that ever you heard: a man might make a Comedy of it. They will come even strait, and tell you the whole circumstance of it themselves. Nay I will first go hear the story of this Dulipo, be it Dulipo or Erostrato that I have here within, before I speak with Philogano. So shall you do well sir, I will go tell them that they may stay a while, but look where they come. SIr, you shall not need to excuse the matter any further, since I have received no greater injury than by words, let than pass like wind, I take them well in worth: and am rather well pleased than offended: for it shall both be a good warning to me another time how to trust every man at the first sight, yea, and I shall have good game here after to tell this pleasant story another day in mine own country. Gentleman, you have reason: and be you sure, that as many as hear it, will take great pleasure in it. And you Philogano may think, that god in heaven above, hath ordained your coming hither at this present to the end I might recover my lost son, whom by no other means I could ever have found out. Surely sir I think no less, for I think that not so much as a leaf falleth from the tree, without the ordinance of god. But let us go seek Damon, for me thinketh every day a year, every hour a day, and every minute to much till I see my Erostrato. I cannot blame you, go we then. Carino take you that gentleman home in the mean time, the fewer the better to be present at such affairs. Master doctor, will you not show me this favour, to tell me the cause of your displeasure? Gentle Pasiphilo, I must needs confess I have done thee wrong, and that I believed tales of thee, which in deed I find now contrary. I am glad then that it procéedee rather of ignorance than of malice. Yea believe me Pasiphilo. O sir, but yet you should not have given me such foul words. Well, content thyself Pasiphilo, I am thy friend as I have always been: for proof whereof, come sup with me to night, & from day to day this seven night be thou my guest. But behold, here cometh Damon out of his house.
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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 681–697 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 36 in this edition
Length506 words · 638 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T3 — Sickness, physic and doctors at 0.760
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why, did ſhe tell you ſo? Yea: But I thought it but a tale. Well, it is a true tale: and here they will be with you by and by: both Philogano this worthie man, and maiſter doctor Cleander. Cleander? what to doe? Cleander? Why therby lies another tale, the moſte fortunate aduenture that euer you heard: wot you what? this other Dulipo, whome all this while we ſuppoſed to be Eroſtrato, is founde to be the ſonne of Cleander, whome he loſt at the loſſe of Otranto, and was after ſolde in Sicilia too this Philogano the ſtrangeſt caſe that euer you heard: a mā might make a Comedie of it. They wil come euen ſtraight, and tell you the whole circumſtance of it themſelues. Nay I will firſt goe heare the ſtorie of this Dulipo, be it Dulipo or Eroſtrato that I haue here within, before I ſpeake with Philogano. So ſhall you doe well ſir, I will goe tell them that they may ſtay a while, but loke where they come. SIr, you ſhal not nede to excuſe ye matter any further, ſince I haue receiued no greater iniurie than by words, let thē paſſe like wind, I take them well in worthe: and am rather well pleaſed than offended: for it ſhall bothe be a good warning to me another time howe to truſt euery man at the firſt ſighte, yea, and I ſhall haue good game here after to tel this pleaſant ſtory another day in mine owne countrey. Gentleman, you haue reaſon: and be you ſure, that as many as heare it, will take great pleaſure in it. And you Philogano may thinke, that god in heauen aboue, hath ordained your comming hither at this preſent to the ende I mighte recouer my loſt ſonne, whom by no other meanes I coulde euer haue founde oute. Surely ſir I thinke no leſſe, for I think that not ſo much as a leafe falleth from the trée, without the ordinance of god. But let vs goe ſeke Damon, for me thinketh euery day a yeare, euery houre a daye, and euery minute to much till I ſée my Eroſtrato. I cannot blame you, goe we then. Carino take you that gentleman home in the meane time, the fewer the better to be preſent at ſuch affaires. MAiſter doctor, will you not ſhew me this fauour, to tell me the cauſe of your diſpleaſure? Gentle Paſiphilo, I muſte néedes confeſſe I haue done thée wrong, and that I beleued tales of thée, whiche in déede I finde now contrary. I am glad then that it procéedee rather of ignorance than of malice. Yea beleue me Paſiphilo. O ſir, but yet you ſhoulde not haue giuen me ſuche foule wordes. Well, content thy ſelfe Paſiphilo, I am thy frende as I haue alwayes bene: for proofe whereof, come ſuppe with me to night, & from day to day this ſeuen night be thou my gueſt. But beholde, here cōmeth Damō out of his houſe.