Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

A New Trick to Cheat the Devil · chunk 8 of 40

Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals)
comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?)
T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.81 · 492 words

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

So, so. So you are like to find it. Gentle wife, have patience, and be quiet, I'll give way; I never hear thy tongue in this high Key, But I still think of the Tower Ordnance, Or of the peal of Chambers, that's still fired When my Lord Major takes Barge, I will do any thing, Good wife please thyself, and I am contented. Why well then: Might not this time much better Have been spent, t' have taught your Daughter rudiments Of State? her postures, and decorums, fine French Congees, And quaint outlandish Garbs? one that hath been A Courtier in his youth, and brought nought thence? Fie, fie; I am ashamed of't. Look to the Gate there; methought I heard one knock. His Lordship sure? And comes, it seems, to see my Ladyship; I feel state come upon me; speak good Mother, How shall I bear myself? Why such at first, as you must be hereafter; like a Lady. Proud, but not too perverse; Coy, not disdainful; Strange, but yet not too straight; like one that would, Were she well wooed, but yet not to be won, Without some formal Courtship; had it been My case, my wench, when I was young like thee, I could have borne it bravely. See, he's come, Husband, your Duty; Girl, your modest blush, Mixed with a kind of strange, but loving welcome; Were I as young as once: Your Lordship Sir, Hath done my House much honour. This the Mistress? Your Mother sir, that must be. I make bold, And like a rude intruder, press upon you Sudden, and unawares. Is this your Lord? Sir, I desire your more familiar love, Whom I shall study hereafter to respect According to your worth and gravity. You crave his love whose service you Command. I have seen a Thousand private Gentlemen Both better faced and featured. Mrs. Anne, for so your name was given me. Nay kiss better, Besides, he hath the mark of an ill liver, He hath not a Nose strong enough. You see sir, what homely entertainment, And how course our poor House can afford you. Were it base, But 'tis much better than I yet deserve, That face alone would make and dignify't; Your Welcome I approve, good sir, a word: Nay, Master Treatwell, you may witness it, We do not trade in secrets. At your service. Mother, a word I pray. What says my Child? Which is his Lordship? He that kissed you last. Troth I felt no more honour from his lips Than from another man, nay scarce so much; For Slightall kisses better. Minion, how? I tell you as I find; his Lordship? good now Tell me, in what place of his body lies it? If in the face or foot, the Crown or Toe, The Body, arm, or leg, the back, or bosom, Without him, or within? I see no more In him than in another Gentleman.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayA New Trick to Cheat the Devil
AuthorDavenport, Robert
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1625 [c.1624-1639]
First performance (BritDrama)1626 [1624-1634]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1110 · TCP A19888 · DEEP 928
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 483–551 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 40 in this edition
Length492 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.805 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T5 · seed 44: T29 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
So, ſo. So you are like to finde it. Gentle wife, have patience, and be quiet, Ile give way; I never heare thy tongue in this high Key, But I ſtill thinke of the Tower Ordnance, Or of the peale of Chambers, that's ſtill fir'd When my Lord Major takes Barge, I will doe any thing, Good wife pleaſe thy ſelfe, and I am contented. Why well then: Might not this time much better Have bin ſpent, t' have taught your Daughter rudiments Of State? her poſtures, and decorums, fine French Congees, And quaint out-landiſh Garbes? one that hath bin A Courtier in his youth, and brought nought thence? Fye, fye; I am aſham'd of't. Looke to the Gate there; me thought I heard one knock. His Lordſhip ſure? And comes, it ſeemes, to ſee my Ladyſhip; I feele ſtate come upon me; ſpeake good Mother, How ſhall I beare my ſelfe? Why ſuch at firſt, as you muſt be hereafter; like a Lady. Proud, but not too perverſe; Coy, not diſdainefull; Strange, but yet not too ſtraight; like one that would, Were ſhe well woed, but yet not to be won, Without ſome formall Court-ſhip; had it beene My caſe, my wench, when I was yong like thee, I could have borne it bravely. See, hee's come, Husband, your Duty; Girle, your modeſt bluſh, Mixt with a kind of ſtrange, but loving welcome; Were I as young as once: Your Lordſhip Sir, Hath done my Houſe much honour. This the Miſtris? Your Mother ſir, that muſt be. I make bold, And like a rude intruder, preſſe upon you Sudden, and unawares. Is this your Lord? Sir, I deſire your more familiar love, Whom I ſhall ſtudy hereafter to reſpect According to your worth and gravity. You crave his love whoſe ſervice you Command. I have ſeene a Thouſand private Gentlemen Both better fac'd and featur'd. Mrs. Anne, for ſo your name was given me. Nay kiſſe better, Beſides, he hath the marke of an ill liver, He hath not a Noſe ſtrong enough. You ſee ſir, what homely entertainement, And how courſe our poore Houſe can afford you. Were it baſe, But 'tis much better then I yet deſerve, That face alone would make and dignify't; Your Welcome I approve, good ſir, a word: Nay, Maſter Treatwell, you may witneſſe it, We doe not trade in ſecrets. At your ſervice. Mother, a word I pray. What ſayes my Child? Which is his Lord-ſhip? He that kiſſ'd you laſt. Troth I felt no more honour from his lippes Than from another man, nay ſcarce ſo much; For Slightall kiſſes better. Minion, how? I tell you as I finde; his Lordſhip? good now Tell me, in what place of his body lyes it? If in the face or foot, the Crowne or Toe, The Body, arme, or legge, the backe, or boſome, Without him, or within? I ſee no more In him than in another Gentleman.