Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Fancies Chaste and Noble · chunk 26 of 36

Ford, John · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals)
comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 508 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.

Marry art thou, so thou art; the World says how virtuously I have carried my good name in every part about me, these threescore years and odd; and at last to slip with a child; there are men, men enough, tough and lusty (I hope) if one would give their mind to the iniquity of the flesh, but this is the life I ha' led with him a while since when a lies by me as cold as a dry stone. This only (Ladies) is a fit of novelty, All will be reconciled, I doubt, Spadone; Here is your hand in this howe'er denied. Faithfully in truth forsooth. Well, well enough— Morosa, be less troubled; This little jar is argument of love, It will prove lasting; Beauties, I attend ye. Youngling, a word youngling: have not you scaped the lash handsomely? thank me for't I fear thy roguery, and I shall find it. Is't possible, give me thy little fist, we are friends; have a care henceforth, remember this whilst you live. Pretty knave, and so forth: Come, truce on all hands. Beshrew your fool's head; this was jest in earnest. I will converse with beasts; there is in mankind No sound society, but in woman (bless me) Nor faith nor reason: I may justly wonder What trust was in my Mother. A caroche, sir, Stand at the Gate. Stand let it still, and freeze there: Make sure the socks. Too late, you are prevented. Brother, I come— Unlooked for;— I but sojourn myself; I keep nor house, nor entertainments, French Cooks composed, Italian Collations; Rich Persian surfeits, with a train of services, Befitting exquisite Ladies, such as you are, Perfume not our low Roofs;— the way lies open That there.— Good day, great Madam. Why d'ye slight me? For what one act of mine, even from my Childhood, Which may deliver my deserts inferior Or to our Births or Family; is Nature Become, in your contempt of me, a Monster? What's this Camillo! Not the strain in ordinary. I'm out of tune to chop discourses— however, You are a Woman. Pensive and unfortunate, Wanting a Brother's bosom to disburden More griefs, then female weakness can keep league with; Let worst of malice, voiced in loud report, Spit what le dares invent against my actions; And it shall never find a power to blemish My mention, other than beseems a patient: I not repine at lownesses; and the Fortunes Which I attend on now, are as I value them, No new creation to a looser liberty: Your strangeness only may beget a change In wild opinion. here's another tang of sense, Vespucci. Listen and observe, Are not you pray ye, (nay, we'll be contented In presence of your Ushers, once to prattle. Some idle minutes) are you not enthroned The Lady Regent, by whose special influence Iulie the Count of Camerine is ordered? His Wife 'tis known I am; and in that title, Obedient to a service; else, of greatness The quiet of my wish was ne'er ambitious.
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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 1713–1772 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 36 in this edition
Length508 words · 726 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.810
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)
Marry art thou, so thou art; the World sayes how vertuously I have carried my good name in every part about me, these threescore yeares and odde; and at last to slip with a child; there are men, men enough, tough and lustie (I hope) if one would give their mind to the iniquitie of the flesh, but this is the life I ha'led with him a while since when a lies by me as cold as a dry stone. This onely (Ladies) is a fit of noveltie, All will be reconcil'd, I doubt, Spadone; Here is your hand in this how ere deny'd. Faithfully in truth forsooth. Well, well enough—Morosa, be lesse troubled; This little jarre is argument of loue, It will prove lasting; Beauties, I attend yee. Youngling, a word youngling: have not you scap'd the lash hansomly? thanke me for't I feare thy roguery, and I shall finde it. Ist possible, give me thy little fist, we are friends; have a care henceforth, remember this whilst you live. Pretty knave, and so forth: Come, truce on all hands. Beshrew your fooles head; this was jeast in earnest. I will converse with beasts; there is in mankinde No sound society, but in woman (blesse me) Nor faith nor reason: I may justly wonder What trust was in my Mother. A Caroch, sir, Stand at the Gate. Stand let it still, and freeze there: Make sure the socks. Too late, you are prevented. Brother, I come— Vnlookt for;—I but sojourne My selfe; I keepe nor house, nor entertainments, French Cookes compos'd, Italian Collations; Rich Persian surfets, with a traine of services, Befitting exquisite Ladies, such as you are, Perfume not our low Roofes;—the way lies open That there.—Good day, great Madam. Why d'yee slight me? For what one act of mine, even from my Childhood, Which may deliver my deserts inferiour Or to our Births or Familie; is Nature Become, in your contempt of me, a Monster? What's this Camillo! Not the straine in ordinary. I'm out of tune to chop discourses—however, You are a Woman. Pensive and unfortunate, Wanting a Brothers bosome to dis-burthen More griefs, then female weaknesse can keep league with; Let worst of malice, voye'd in loud report, Spit what le dares invent against my actions; And it shall never find a power to blemish My mention, other then beseemes a patient: I not repine at lownesses; and the Fortunes Which I attend on now, are as I value them, No new creation to a looser liberty: Your strangenes only may beget a change In wild opinion. Heere's another tang of sence, Vespuci. Listen and observe, Are not you pray ye, (nay, wee'l be contented In presence of your Vshers, once to prattle. Some idle minutes) are you not inthroan'd The Ladie Regent, by whose speciall influence Iulie the Count of Camerine is order'd? His Wife 'tis knowne I am; and in that title, Obedient to a service; else, of greatnesse The quiet of my wish was nere ambitious.