Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Wise Woman of Hogsdon · chunk 30 of 36

Heywood, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written c.1604(?) (Annals)
comedy · Unknown
unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 477 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.

My Father, O my Father: What of him. What of your father, Son? If ever I will here his aged tongue. Preach to me counsel, or his palsy hand, Stroke my wild head, and bless me, or his eyes: Drop tear by tear which they have often done, At my misgoverned rioting youth. What should I more, if ever I would see; The good old man alive. Oh, o? Go thy ways for thou shalt ha''t. But do you mean to ride. ay Grace, all this night. Not all the night without alighting sure: You'll find more in't then to get up and ride, The Gentleman's riding, boots and spurs. Why Taber? Nay Grace, now's no time. To stand on scrupulous parting. Knewest thou my business. As she shall know it: And how I mean this night to toil myself. Marry hang you brock. Thou would be moan my travel. I know 'twould grieve her: You father, Grace, good Mr Harringsfield. You sir, and all pray for me Gentlemen, that in this dark night's journey I may find smooth way, sweet speed and all things to my mind. we'll see my son take horse. But I will stay. I want the heart to see him post away? Save you gentlewoman, I have a message to deliver to one Mistress Gratiana, this should be the knight's house her father. It is: The message that you have to her. You may acquaint me with, for I am one That knows the inside of her thoughts. Are you the Lady, Sir I am the poor gentlewoman. There is a cunning woman dwells not far. At Hogsden Lady, famous for her skill. Besides some private talk that much concerns your fortunes in your love. She hath to show you this night if it shall please you walk so far as to her house, an admirable suit. Of costly needle work, which if you please. You may by underrate for half the value It cost the making, about six o'clock. You may have view thereof, but otherwise. A Lady that hath craved the sight thereof: Must have the first refusal. I'll not fail her. My husband being this day rid from home. My leisure fitly serves me, thank you Mistress? At six o'clock. I will not fail the hour. Now to sir Harry, his is the next place. To meet at Hogsden his fair daughter Grace. Good heaven; This London is a stranger grown, and out of my acquaintance, this seven years I have not seen Paul's steeple, or Cheap, cross. Sir. Hast thou not made inquiry for my Son. Yes sir, I have asked about everywhere for him, But cannot hear of him. Disperse yourselves, enquire about the Taverns, ordinaries, Bowl-allies, Tennis courts, Gaming-houses. For there (I fear) he will be found. But where shall we hear of your worship again.
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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 1097–1156 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 36 in this edition
Length477 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T51 — Parents and children: blessing, birthright and inheritance at 0.784
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)
My Father, O my Father: What of him. What of your father, Sonne? If ever I will heere his aged tongue. Preach to mee counsell, or his palsy hand, Stroake my wild head, and blesse mee, or his eyes: Drop teare by teare which they haue often done, At my misgovern'd rioting youth. What should I more, if ever I would see; The good old man aliue. Oh, Oh? Goe thy wayes for thou shalt ha't. But doe you meane to ride. Ey Grace, all this night. Not all the night without alighting sure: You'l finde more in't then to get vp and ride, The Gentlemans riding, bootes and spurres. Why Taber? Nay Grace, now's no time. To stand on scrupulous parting. Knewest thou my businesse. As shee shall knowe it: And how I meane this night to toyle my selfe. Marry hang you brock. Thou would be moane my travell. I know t'would grieue her: You father, Grace, good Mr Harringsfield. You sir, and all pray for Gentlmen, that in this darke nights journey I may finde smooth way, sweete speed and all things to my minde. Wee'l see my sonne take horse. But I will say. I want the heart to see him post away? Saue you gentlewoman, I haue a message to deliver to one Mistre Gratiana, this should bee the Knights house her father. It is: The message that you haue to her. You may acquaint mee with, for I am one That knowes the inside of her thoughts. Are you the Lady, Sir I am the poore gentlewoman▪ There is a conning woman dwells not . At Hogsden Lady, famous for her skill. Bedes some private talke that much concernes your fortunes in your love. Shee hath to shewe you this night if it shall please you walke so farre as to her house, an admirable suite. Of costly needle worke, which if you please. You may by vnder-rate for halfe the valew It cost the making, about sixe a clocke. You may haue view thereof, but otherwise. A Lady that hath crau'd the sight thereof: Must haue the first refusall. Ile not fayle her. My husband beeing this day rid rom home. My leasure fitly serues , thanke you Mistresse? At sixe à clocke. I will not fayle the houre. Now to sir Harry, his is the next place. To meete at Hogsden his fayre daughter Grace. Good heauen; This London is a stranger growne, and out of my acquaintance, this seauen yeares I haue not seene Pauls steeple, or Cheape, crosse. Sir. Hast thou not made inquiry for my Sonne. Yes sir, I haue askt about euery where for him, But cannot heare of him. Disperse your selues▪ quire about the Tavernes, Odinaryes, Bowle-allyes, Tecourts, Gaming-houses. For there (I feare) hee will be found. But where shall wee heare of your woship againe.