Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Wise Woman of Hogsdon · chunk 21 of 36

Heywood, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written c.1604(?) (Annals)
comedy · Unknown
unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 475 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T35: fool, wit, aristippus, achilles, wise, fools, patroclus, thersites, master, men.

I cannot shun him, but I'll shake him off. Morrow. As much to you. I'll use few words, Canst love me? Deed Sir no. Why the farewell, the way I came, I'll go. This is no tedious Courtship, he's soon answered, So should all Suitors else be, were they wise; For being repulsed, they do but waste their days In thankless suits, and superficial praise. Swear that thou wilt not love me. Not Sir, for any hate I ever bore you, Or any foolish pride, or vain conceit: Or that your feature doth not please mine eye, Or that you are not a brave Gentleman: But for concealed reasons I am forced To give you this cold answer; and to swear I must not, then with patience pray forbear. Even farewell then. The like to you, and save your hopes in me. Heaven grant you your best wishes; all this strife Will end itself, when I am known a Wife. I am satisfied good M. Harringsfield touching your friend, and since I see you have left his dangerous company, I limit you to be a welcome guest unto my Table. You have been always noble. Taber: the news with thee? May it please the right worshipful to understand that there are some at the Gate who dance a turn or two without, and desire to be admitted to speak with you within. The Scholar is it not. Nay sir, there are two Scholars, and they are spouting Latin one against the other; And in my simple judgement the stranger is the better Scholar, and is somewhat too hard for sir Boniface: For he speaks louder, and that you know is ever the sign of the most learning, and he also hath a great desire to serve your Worship. Two scholars; My house hath not place for two, thus it shall be. Taber admit them both, we though unlearned will hear them two dispute, and he that of the two seems the best read, shall be received, the other quite cashiered. In that you show but justice, in all persons merit should be regarded. Venerabilis magistri: Absint vobis capistri. Et tu domini calve, iterum atque, iterum salve, Amo amas amavi, sweet Lady Heaven save ye. This approves him to be excellent, but I thank my breeding I understand not a word, you tongue-men you whose wealth lies in your brains; Not in your budgets hear me: Be it known, my house affords room for one Schoolmaster but not for more. And I am thus resolved, take you that side gentle sir Boniface, and sir possess you that. He of you two in arguing proves the best. To him will I subscribe are you agreed. Nec animo, nec cord, nec utroque. No more of that nec cord, noble Knight, he wishes you nec cord, think of that.
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PlayThe Wise Woman of Hogsdon
AuthorHeywood, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1638
First performance / composition (Annals)c.1604(?)
First performance (BritDrama)1623 [1613-1638]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1071 · TCP A03255 · DEEP 889
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 688–724 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 36 in this edition
Length475 words · 615 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T35 — Fools, wit and railing at 0.774
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 cannot shun him, but Ile shake him off. Morrow. As much to you. I'le use few words, Canst love me? Deed Sir no. Why th farewell, the way I came, Ile goe. This is no tedious Courtship, hee's soone answer'd, So should all Sutors else bee, were they wise; For being repulst, they doe but waste their dayes In thanklesse suites, and superficiall praise. Sweare that thou wilt not love me. Not Sir, for any hate I ever bare you, Or any foolish pride, or vaine conceite: Or that your feature doth not please mine eye, Or that you are not a brave Gentleman: But for concealed reasons I am forc'd To give you this cold answer; and to sweare I must not, then with patience pray forbeare. Even farewell then. The like to you, and save your hopes in me. Heaven grant you your best wishes; all this strife Will end it selfe, when I am knowne a Wife. I am satisfied good M. Harringsfield touching your friend, and since I see you haue left his dangerous company, I limit you to bee a welcome guest vnto my Table. You haue bin alwayes noble. Taber: the newes with thee? May it please the right worshipfull to vnderstand that there are some at the Gate who dance a turne or two without, and desire to bee admitted to speake with you within. The Scholler is it not. Nay sir, there are two Schollers, and they are spowting Latin one against the other; And in my simple Iudgement the stranger is the better Scholler, and is somewhat too hard for sir Boniface: For he speakes lowder, and that you know is ever the signe of the most learning, and hee also hath a great desire to serue your Worship. Two schollers; My house hath not place for two, thus it shall bee. Taber admit them both, wee though vnlearned will heare them two dispute, and hee that of the two seemes the best read, shall bee receiued, the other quite casheired. In that you showe but Iustice, in all persons merit should bee regarded. Venerabilis magistri: Absint vobis capistri. Et tu domini calve, iterum atque, iterum salve, Amo amas amavi, sweete Lady Heauen saue yee. This approues him to be excellent, but I thank my breeding I vnderstand not a word, you tong-men you whose wealth lyes in your braines; Not in your budgets heere mee: Be it knowne, my house affords roome for one Schoole-master but not for more. And I am thus resolved, take you that side gentle sir Boniface, and sir possesse you that. Hee of you two in arguing prooues the best. To him will I subscribe are you agreed. Nec animo, nec corde, nec vtroque. No more of that nec corde, noble Knight, he wishes you nec corde, thinke of that.