Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?) T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds typicality 0.83 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
You hear that news of M. Slightall's frenzy, and his undoing? And yet your wisdom would have matched your Daughter unto that spendthrift Beggar. This his servant, since entertained by me hath told me all. And nothing more than truth. Use you your humours, And jest at his distress; but when I think What he hath been of late, what come to now, I cannot choose but sorrow; and the more When I Record the ground of his distress; But my soul's clear of all. You are a Noble Thief. Ha? You are a gentle fool. How? I am as cold as Ice, and you a scold. Minion. how? You are a Trencher friend. That meant by me? And thou a slave and Pander. Speak it not, I'll not believe it Mistress. This I'll prove. Why Daughter, daughter? Sure the girl's grown frantic. Faith mother a mad wench, I thank my stars. Star me no stars. Why mother, can you scold? Yes for a need. But Mistress Changeable, why did you call me these? Stand but in row, and as I am a woman I'll make all this good; you here, you there, And every one in order: First, in particular, And next in general I will go over you. I pray you do. A noble Thief, that was your Character, Some by the high way rob; some are Sea Thieves, We commonly call'em Pirates; some break houses, And others snap at stalls; some cunningly Dive into Pockets, whistlers, others lifts; Some are Poetical Thieves, and steal by wit, One from another plots, and projects, cheats, And decoys; but all these under Thieves, And steal but petty trash: but you more great, Under pretext of your Nobility, And countenance in Court, have from a Husband Stolen a contracted and a married Wife; For Contract upon Earth, in Heaven is marriage; And celebrate by Angels. But why fool? A gentle fool, such are your patient Husbands, That yield their wives the Breeches. Is he such? how now bold housewife, baggage, peevish Thing, rude, disobedient, apish, and perverse, Irregular, hare brained, harsh and obstinate? You see, she need not put me to my proof, Her tongue will do't itself. But Trencher friend? I pray your name? Take but the two first letters from your name, I take't, 'tis Eat-well. But all this Mistress, makes not me a Pander. No, but when thou first was't base bawd to the riots Of thy first Master, thou mad'st thyself such. But now in general let me see; The Prince is not without his flatterer, The Noble man his Secretary, The Lawyer his attorney, The Justice his clerk, The physician his Apothecary, The Usurer his Scrivener, The Extortioner his Broker, Nor the Lady cannot be without her Gentleman Usher; Your citizen's Wife her journeyman, Your Country Wench her Sweetheart, Your Tobacco woman her Pipe-maker, And every Whore her Pander. Farewell Geoffrey; God be with you Gentlefolks.
Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1110 · TCP A19888 · DEEP 928
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1454–1530 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 40 in this edition
Length
490 words · 690 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawdscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.832 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T46 · seed 44: T41 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You heare that newes of M. Slightals frenzy, and his undoing? And yet your wiſedome would have match'd your Daughter unto that ſpend-thrift Begger. This his ſervant, ſince entertain'd by me hath told me al. And nothing more than truth. Vſe you your humours, And jeſt at his diſtreſſe; but when I thinke What he hath bin of late, what come to now, I cannot chuſe but ſorrow; and the more When I Record the ground of his diſtreſſe; But my ſoule's cleare of all. You are a Noble Theife. Ha? You are a gentle foole. How? I am as cold as Ice, and you a ſcold. Minion. how? You are a Trencher friend. That meant by mee? And thou a ſlave and Pander. Speake it not, Ile not beleeve it Miſtris. This Ile prove. Why Daughter, daughter? Sure the Girle's growne franticke. Faith mother a mad wench, I thanke my ſtarres. Star me no ſtarrs. Why mother, can you ſcold? Yes for a need. But Miſtris Changeable, why did you call me theſe? Stand but in row, and as I am a woman Ile make all this good; you here, you there, And every one in order: Firſt, in particuler, And next in generall I will goe over you. I pray you doe. A noble Thiefe, that was your Character, Some by the high way robbe; ſome are Sea Theeves, We commonly call'em Pirats; ſome breake houſes, And others ſnap at ſtals; ſome cunningly Dive into Pockets, whiſtlers, others lifts; Some are Poeticall Theeves, and ſteale by wit, One from another plots, and projects, cheates, And decoyes; but all theſe under Theeves, And ſteale but petty traſh: but you more great, Under pretext of your Nobility, And countenance in Court, have from a Husband Stolne a contracted and a married Wife; For Contract upon Earth, in Heaven is marriage; And celebrate by Angels. But why foole? A gentle foole, ſuch are your patient Husbands, That yeeld their wives the Breeches. Is he ſuch? how now bold huſwife, baggage, peeviſh Thing, rude, diſobedient, apiſh, and perverſe, Irregular, hare brain'd, harſh and obſtinate? You ſee, ſhe need not put me to my proofe, Her tongue will do't it ſelfe. But Trencher friend? I pray your name? Take but the two firſt letters from your name, I tak't, 'tis Eate-well. But all this Miſtris, makes not me a Pander. No, but when thou firſt was't baſe Baud to the riots Of thy firſt Maſter, thou mad'ſt thy ſelfe ſuch. But now in generall let me ſee; The Prince is not without his flatterer, The Noble man his Secretary, The Lawyer his Attourney, The Juſtice his Clarke, The Phyſitoan his Apothecary, The Uſurer his Scrivener, The Extortioner his Broker, Nor the Lady cannot be without her Gentleman Uſher; Your Citizens Wife her Iourney-man, Your Country Wench her Sweet-heart, Your Tobacco woman her Pipe-maker, And every Whore her Pander. Farewell Geffry; God be with you Gentle-folkes.