Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Wise Woman of Hogsdon · chunk 32 of 36

Heywood, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written c.1604(?) (Annals)
comedy · Unknown
T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.78 · 480 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

Shall not make me approve it, I deny This Seal for mine, nor do I vouch that hand, Your daughter and the dower, letter and all I quite disclaim, sir Harry you much wrong me. I can bear more than this, heap wrong on wrong, and i'll support it all, I for this time Will cast my spleen behind me, and yet hear me, This letter your son Chartly as from you, Delivered me. I like the motion well. My spleen is further thrown aside then yours. And I am full as patient, and yet hear me; My son's contracted to another maid, Nay I am patient still, yet that I writ This letter sealed, this impress I deny. Why then the jack your hand did counterfeit. Why then he did so, where's that unthrift speak? Some hour ago, he mounted and rid post. To give you visit whom he said lay sick Upon your deathbed. You amaze me sir. It is an ill presage, hereon I see. Your former salutation took its ground: To see me safe recovered of my sickness. Indeed it did, your welcome is a subject. I cannot use too oft, welcome again, I am sorry you this night must sup alone: For I am elsewhere called about some business, Concerning what I know not, hours run on. I must to Hogsden, high time I were gone. Perhaps to the wise-woman's, she may tell me. The fortunes of my son, this accident, Hath bred in me suspicion, and strange fears. I will not sup alone, but I protest, 'mongst some this night. I'll play the intruding guest. But will sir Harry come. Presume he will, and Chartly too. I'll have the knave by the ears. Nay patience sir, leave your revenge to me. Granam I am come according to promise. And welcome to the best hole that I have in Hogsden. Good even. Thanks sir, a good even may it prove, That each may reap the fruits of their own Love: That shall be my prayer too. Come what shall's do. Withdraw, I'll place you all in several rooms. Where sit, see, but say nothing. Here sweet Mistress, I know the place well ever Since I was here to know my fortune. Call me some half an hour hence. Your Ladyship is most lovingly welcome. A low stool for the Gentlewoman boy: I made bold to send to you to take view of such a piece of work, as I presume you have seldom seen the like. of whose doing, I pray. A friend of yours and mine. Please you withdraw I'll bring you to't. Mistress. One calls sweet Lady, I shall do you wrong, But pray you think my little stay not long: Here sir in this retiring Chamber. Gramercy friend, how now; what's here to do A pretty wench and a close chamber too.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 1214–1272 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 36 in this edition
Length480 words · 617 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.782 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Shall not make mee approue it, I denye This Seale for mine, nor doe I vouch that hand, Your daughter and the dower, letter and all I quite disclaime, sir Harry you much wrong mee. I can beare more then this, heape wrong on wrong, and ile support it all, I for this time Will cast my spleene behind mee, and yet heare mee, This letter your sonne Chartly as from you, Delivered mee. I like the motion well. My spleen is further throwne aside then yours. And I am full as patient, and yet heare mee; My sonne's contracted to another maid, Nay I am patient still, yet that I writ This letter seald, this impresse I denye. Why then the jack your hand did counterfeit. Why then hee did so, where's that vnthrift speake? Some houre agoe, hee mounted and rid post. To giue you visit whom hee said lay sicke Vpon your death-bed. You amaze mee sir. It is an ill presage, hereon I see. Your former salutation tooke its ground: To see mee safe recovered of my sicknesse. Indeed it did, your welcome is a subject. I cannot vse too oft, welcome againe, I am sorry you this night must sup alone: For I am else-where cald about some businesse, Concerning what I know not, howers run on. I must to Hogsden, high time I were gon. Perhaps to the Wisewomans, shee may tell mee. The fortunes of my sonne, this accident, Hath bred in mee suspition, and strange feares. I will not sup alone, but I protest, 'mongst some this night. I'le play the intruding guest. But will sir Harry come. Presume will, and Chartly too. Ile haue the knae by the eares. Nay patience sir, leaue your revenge to mee. Granam I am come according to promise. And welcome to the best hole that I haue in Hogsden. Good even. Thanks sir, a good even may it proe, That each may reape the fruits of their owne Love: That shall bee my prayer too. Come what shall's doo. Withdraw, Ile place you all in severall roomes. Where sit, see, but say nothing. Heere sweete Mistresse, I know the place well e ver Since I was heere to know my fortune. Call mee some halfe an houre hence. Your Ladiship is most lovingly welcome. A low stoole for the Gentlewoman boy: I made bold to send to you to take view of such a peece of worke, as I presume you haue seldome seene the like. of whose doing, I pray. A friend of yours and mine. Please you withdraw Ile bring you too't. Mistresse. One calls sweet Lady, I shall doe you wrong, But pray you thinke my little stay not long: Here sir in this retyring Chamber. Gramercy friend, how now; whats here to do A pretty wench and a close chamber too.