Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Fancies Chaste and Noble · chunk 3 of 36

Ford, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals)
comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 520 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

Admirable incomparably admirable! to be the minion, the darling, the delight of love, 'tis a very tickling to the marrow, a kissing i'th' blood, a bosoming the ecstasy, the rapture of virginity, soul and paradise of perfection— ah— pity of generation Secco, there are no more such men. O yes, if any man, woman, or beast, have found, stolen, or taken up a fine, very fine male Barber, of the age of above or under eighteen more or less. Spadone, hold, what's the noise? Umh— pay the crier, I have been almost Iost myself in seeking you, here's a letter from— Whom, whom my dear Spadove, whom? Soft and fair, and you be so brief, I'll return it whence it came, or look out a new owner, O yes. Low, low, what dost mean, is't from the glory of beauty, Morosa the fairest fair, be gentle to me, here's a ducat, peak low prithee. Give me one, and take tother, 'tis from the party, Golden news believe it. Honest Spadone divine Morosa. Fairest fair, quoth 'a, so is an old rotten Coddled mongrel, parcel Bawd, parcel midwife, all the marks are quite out of her mouth, not the stump of a tooth left in her head, to mumble the curd of a Posset— signior 'tis as I told ye, all's right, Right, just as thou told'st me, all's right, To a very hair signior mio. For which Sirrah Spadone, I will make thee a man, a man, dost hear? I say a man. thouart a prick-eared foist, a cittern headed gew-gaw, a knack, a snipper-snapper, twit me with the decrements of my pendants, though I am made a gelding, and like a tame Buck have lost my Dowsets, more a monster than a Cuckold with his horns seen, yet I scorn to be jeered by any chequer, approved Barbarian of ye all, make me a man, I defy thee. How now fellow, how now, roaring ripe indeed? Indeed? thouart worse, a dry shaver, a copper basandsuds-monger. Nay, nay, by my Mistress fair eyes I meant no such thing. Eyes in thy belly, the reverend Madam shall know how I have been used, I will blow my nose in thy casting bottle, break the teeth of thy combs, poison thy camphire Balls, slice out thy towels with thine own razor, betallow thy tweezes, and urine in thy basin, make me a man? Hold take another Ducat, as I love new cloth; Or cast old ones. Yes or cast old ones, I intended no injury. Good, we are pieced again, reputation, signior, is precious. I know it is. Old sores would not be rubbed. For me never. The Lady guardianess, the mother of the Fancies, is resolved to draw with ye, in the wholesome of matrimony, suddenly. she writes as much, and Spadone, when we are married. You will to bed no doubt. We will revel in such variety of delights. Do miracles and get Babies. Live so sumptuously. In feather and old furs. Feed so deliciously. On Pap and Bulbeese. Enjoy the sweetness of our years. eighteen and threescore with advantage,
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Fancies Chaste and Noble
AuthorFord, John
Publication year (edition)1638
First performance / composition (Annals)1638
First performance (BritDrama)1636 [1635-1636]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeProfessional;Adult Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1067 · TCP A01049 · DEEP 883
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 159–194 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 36 in this edition
Length520 words · 770 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.767
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)
Admirable incomparably admirable! to be the minion, the darling, the delight of love, 'tis a very tickling to the marrow, a kissing i'th blood, a bosoming the extasie, the rapture of virginity, soule and paradise of perfection—ah—pitty of generation Secco, there are no more such men. O yes, if any man, woman, or beast, have found, stolne, or taken up a fine, very fine male Barber, of the age of above or under eighteene more or lesse. Spadone, hold, what's the noise? Umh—pay the cryer, I have bin almost Iost my selfe in seeking you, heere's a letter from— Whom, whom my deare Spadoue, whom? Soft and faire, and you be so briefe, I'le returne it whence it came, or looke out a new owner, O yes. Low, low, what dost meane, i'st from the glory of beauty, Morosa the fairest faire, be gentle to me, here's a duccat, peake lowe prethe. Give me one, and take t'other, 'tis from tho party, Golden newes believe it. Honest Spadone divine Morosa. Fairest faire, quoth a, so is an old rotten Codled mungrell, parcell Bawde, parcell midwife, all the markes are quite out of her mouth, not the stumpe of a tooth left in her head, to mumble the curd of a Posset—Seignior 'tis as I told yee, all's right, Right, just as thon tould'st me, all's right, To a very haire Seignior mio. For which Sirrah Spadone, I will make thee a man, a man, dost heare? I say a man. Th'art a prickeard foyst, a citterne headed gew, gaw, a knacke, a snipper-snapper, twit mee with the decrements of my pendants, though I am made a gelding, and like a tame Buck have lost my Dowsets, more a monster then a Cuckold with his hornes seene, yet I scorne to be jeer'd by any checker, aproved Barbarian of yee all, make me a man, I defie thee. How now fellow, how now, roring ripe indeed? Indeed? Th'art worse, a drie shaver, a copper basand-suds-monger. Nay, nay, by my Mistresse faire eyes I meant no such thing. Eyes in thy belly, the reverend Madam shall know how I have beene used, I will blow my nose in thy casting bottle, breake the teeth of thy combes, poyson thy camphire Balls, slice out thy towels with thine owne razor, betallow thy tweezes, and urine in thy bason, make me a man? Hold take another Duccat, as I love new cloathe; Or cast old ones. Yes or cast old ones, I intended no injury. Good, we are piec'd againe, reputation, Seignior, is precious. I know it is. Old sores would not be rub'd. For me never. The Lady guardianesse, the mother of the Fancies, is resolved to draw with yee, in the wholesome of matrimony, suddenly. Shee writes as much, and Spadone, when wee are married. You will to bed no doubt. We will revell in such variety of delights. Doe miracles and get Babies. Liveso sumptuously. In feather and old furres. Feed so deliciously. On Pap and Bulbeese. Enjoy the sweetnes of our yeers. Eighteene and threescore with advantage,