Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Night Walker, or The Little Thief · chunk 36 of 39

Fletcher, John / Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1611(?) [revised by Shirley and re-licensed for stage, May 11, 1633] (Annals)
comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
T58 Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-c typicality 0.87 · 511 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T58: jack, john, daw, dauphine, amorous, mistress, trve, ladies, wit, madame.

Come, I ha' done, and now Will speak some comfort to thee, I will lead thee Now to my Mistress hither to concealed; She shall take pity on thee too, she loves A handsome man; thy misery invites me To do thee good, I'll not be jealous Jack; Her beauty shall commend itself; but do not When I have brought you into grace supplant me. Art thou in earnest, by this cold Iron— No oaths, I am not costive; here she comes: Sweet heart, I have brought a gentleman, A friend of mine to be acquainted with you, He's other than he seems; why d''ee stare thus? Oh sir, forgive me, I have done you wrong. What's the matter? didst ever see her of re Jack? Prithee do what thou wilt wi'me, if thou hast A mind, hang me up quickly. Never despair, I'll give thee my share rather, Take her, I hope she loves thee at first sight, She has Petticoats will patch thee up a suit; I resign all, only I'll keep these trifles, I took some pains for 'em, I take it Jack; What think you pink of beauty, come let me Counsel you both to marry, she has a trade, If you have audacity to hook in Gamesters: Let's ha' a wedding, you will be wondrous rich; For she is impudent, and thou art miserable; 'Twill be a rare match. As you are a man forgive me, I'll redeem all. You won't to these gear of marriage then? No, no, I thank you Tom, I can watch for A groat a night, and be every gentleman's fellow. Rise, and be good, keep home and tend your business. Thou hast done't to purpose, give me thy hand Tom; Shall we be friends? thou seest what state I am in, I'll undertake this penance to my Aunt, Just as I am, and openly I'll go; Where, if I be received again for currant, And fortune smile once more— Nay, nay, I me satisfied, so farewell honest lousy Jack. I cannot help it, some men meet with strange destinies. If things go right thou mayst be hanged, and I May live to see't, and purchase thy apparel: So farewell Tom, commend me to thy Polecat. Now that I have my counsel ready, and my cause ripe; The Judges all informed of the abuses; Now that he should be gone. No man knows whether, And yet they talk he went forth with a Constable That told him of strange business, that would bring him Money and lands, and heaven knows what; but they Have searched, and can not find out such an Officer: And as a secret, Madam, they told your man Nicholas, whom you sent thither as a spy, They had a shrewd suspicion 'twas the devil I'th' likeness of a Constable, that has tempted him By this time to strange things; there have been men As rich as he, have met convenient rivers, And so forth; many trees have borne strange fruits: d'ye think he has not hanged himself?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Night Walker, or The Little Thief
AuthorFletcher, John / Shirley, James
Publication year (edition)1640
First performance / composition (Annals)c.1611(?) [revised by Shirley and re-licensed for stage, May 11, 1633]
First performance (BritDrama)1615 [1613-1616] [revised 1633]
Company (BritDrama)Lady Elizabeth's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1127 · TCP A00966 · DEEP 947
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2395–2454 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 36 of 39 in this edition
Length511 words · 671 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T58 — Gallant talk and courtship: an Epicene-centred group context only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.873 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T54 · seed 44: T54 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Come, I ha done, and now Will speake some comfort to thee, I will leade thee Now to my Mistresse hither to conceal'd; She shall take pitty on thee too, she loves A hansome man; thy miserie invites me To doe thee good, Ile not be jealous Iacke; Her beauty shall commend it selfe; but doe not When I have brought you into grace supplant me. Art thou in earnest, by this cold Iron — No oathes, I am not costive; here she comes: Sweet heart, I have brought a gentleman, A friend of mine to be acquainted with you, He's other than he seemes; why d'ee stare thus? Oh sir, forgive me, I have done you wrong. Whats the matter? didst ever see her af re Iacke? Prethee doe what thou wo't wo'mee, if thou hast A minde, hang me up quickly. Never despaire, Ile give thee my share rather, Take her, I hope she loves thee at first sight, She has Peticoates will patch thee up a suit; I resigne all, onely Ile keepe these trifles, I tooke some paines for 'em, I take it Iacke; What thinke you pinke of beauty, come let me Counsell you both to marry, she has a trade, If you have audacitie to hooke in Gamsters: Let's ha a wedding, you will be wondrous rich; For she is impudent, and thou art miserable; 'Twill be a rare match. As you are a man forgive me, Ile redeeme all. You wo'not to these geere of marriage then? No, no, I thanke you Tom, I can watch for A groat a night, and be every gentlemans fellow. Rise, and be good, keepe home and tend your businesse. Thou hast don't to purpose, give me thy hand Tom; Shall we be friends? thou see'st what state I am in, Ile undertake this pennance to my Aunt, Just as I am, and openly Ile goe; Where, if I be received againe for currant, And fortune smile once more — Nay, nay, I me satisfied, so farewell honest louzie Iacke. I cannot helpe it, some men meet with strange destinies. If things goe right thou maist be hang'd, and I May live to see't, and purchase thy apparrell: So farewell Tom, commend me to thy Polcat. Now that I have my counsell ready, and my cause ripe; The Judges all inform'd of the abuses; Now that he should be gone. No man knowes whether, And yet they talke he went forth with a Constable That told him of strange businesse, that would bring him Money and lands, and heaven knowes what; but they Have search'd, and can not finde out such an Officer: And as a secret, Madam, they told your man Nicholas, whom you sent thither as a spie, They had a shrewd suspition 'twas the devill I'th likenesse of a Constable, that has tempted him By this time to strange things; there have beene men As rich as he, have met convenient rivers, And so forth; many trees have borne strange fruits: De'e thinke he has not hang'd himselfe?