Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Antipodes · chunk 38 of 44

Brome, Richard · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638] (Annals)
not in BritDrama · Salisbury Court
T9 Theatre talk: prologues, poets and playe typicality 0.72 · 508 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T9: play, stage, poet, prologue, author, wit, plays, muse, scene, players.

Look well. How thinkst thou Tony? Hast not thou neither slept tonight? Yes, yes. I lay with the Butler. Who was thy bedfellow? You know I was appointed to sit up. Yes, with the Doctor in the Bride-chamber. But had you two no waggery? Ha! Why how now Tony? Nay facks I am not jealous: Thou know'st I was cured long since, and how. I jealous! I an ass. A man sha' n't ask His wife shortly, how such a gentleman does? Or how such a gentleman did? or which did best? But she must think him jealous. You need not: for If I were now to die on't, nor the Doctor, Nor I came in a bed tonight: I mean Within a bed. Within, or without, or over, or under, I have no time to think o' such poor things. What's that thou carriest Tony? O ho Bab. This is a shape. A shape? what shape I prithee Tony? Thou'lt see me in't anon; but shalt not know me From the stark'st fool i'th' Town. And I must dance Naked in't Bab. Will here be Dancing Tony? Yes Bab. My Lord gave order for't last night. It should ha' been i'th' Play: But because that Was broke off, he will ha''t today. O Tony. I did not see thee act i'th' Play. O, but I did though Bab, two Mutes. What in those Breeches? Fie fool, thou understandest not what a Mute is. A Mute is a dumb Speaker in the Play. Dumb Speaker! that's a Bull. Thou wert the Bull Then, in the Play. Would I had seen thee roar. That's a Bull too, as wise as you are Bab. A Mute is one that acteth speakingly, And yet says nothing. I did two of them. The Sage Man-midwife, and the Basketmaker. Well Tony, I will see thee in this thing. And 'tis a pretty thing. Prithee good Bab, Come in, and help me on with't in our Tiring-house. And help the Gentlemen, my fellow dancers, And thou shalt then see all our things, and all Our properties and practice to the Music. O Tony come, I long to be at that. My Lord, your strength and violence prevail not. There is a Providence above my virtue, That guards me from the fury of your lust. Yet, yet, I prithee yield. Is it my person That thou despisest? See, here's wealthy treasure, Jewels, that Cleopatra would have left Her Marcus for. My Lord 'tis possible, That she who leaves a husband, may be bought Out of a second friendship. Had stout Tarquin Made such an offer, he had done no Rape, For Lucrece had consented, saved her own, And all those lives that followed in her cause. Yet then she had been a loser. Wouldst have gold? Mammon, nor Pluto's self should overbid me, For i'd give all. First, let me rain a shower, To outvie that which overwhelmed Danae; And after that another; a full river Shall from my chests perpetually flow Into thy store.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Antipodes
AuthorBrome, Richard
Publication year (edition)1640
First performance / composition (Annals)1638 [1636-1638]
TheaterSalisbury Court;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1140 · TCP A16923 · DEEP 969
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2625–2698 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 44 in this edition
Length508 words · 705 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T9 — Theatre talk: prologues, poets and players cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.715 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T16 · seed 44: T15 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Looke well. How thinkst thou Tony? Hast not thou neither slept to night? Yes, yes. I lay with the Butler. Who was thy bed-fellow? You know I was appoynted to sit up. Yes, with the Doctor in the Bride-chamber. But had you two no waggery? Ha! Why how now Tony? Nay facks I am not jealous▪ Thou knowst I was cur'd long since, and how. I jealous! I an asse. A man sha' n't aske His wife shortly, how such a gentleman does? Or how such a gentleman did? or which did best? But she must thinke him jealous. You need not: for If I were now to dye on't, nor the Doctor, Nor I came in a bed to night: I meane Within a bed. Within, or without, or over, or under, I have no time to thinke o' such poore things. What's that thou carriest Tony? O ho Bab. This is a shape. A shape? what shape I prethee Tony? Thou'lt see me in't anon; but shalt not know me From the starkst foole ith' Towne. And I must dance Naked in't Bab. Will here be Dancing Tony? Yes Bab. My Lord gave order for't last night. It should ha' bin ith' Play: But because that Was broke off, he will ha't today. O Tony. I did not see thee act ith' Play. O, but I did though Bab, two Mutes. What in those Breeches? Fie foole, thou understandst not what a Mute is. A Mute is a dumbe Speaker in the Play. Dumbe Speaker! that's a Bull. Thou wert the Bull Then, in the Play. Would I had seene thee rore. That's a Bull too, as wise as you are Bab. A Mute is one that acteth speakingly, And yet sayes nothing. I did two of them. The Sage Man-midwife, and the Basket-maker. Well Tony, I will see thee in this thing. And tis a pretty thing. Prethee good Bab, Come in, and help me on with't in our Tyring-house. And helpe the Gentlemen, my fellow dancers, And thou shalt then see all our things, and all Our properties and practice to the Musicke. O Tony come, I long to be at that. My Lord, your strength and violence prevaile not. There is a Providence above my vertue, That guards me from the fury of your lust. Yet, yet, I prethee yield. Is it my person That thou despisest? See, here's wealthy treasure, Jewells, that Cleopatra would have left Her Marcus for. My Lord tis possible, That she who leaves a husband, may be bought Out of a second friendship. Had stout Tarquin Made such an offer, he had done no Rape, For Lucrece had consented, sav'd her owne, And all those lives that followed in her cause. Yet then she had beene a loser. Wouldst have gold? Mammon, nor Pluto's selfe should over-bid me, For il'd give all. First, let me raine a showre, To out-vie that which overwhelmed Danae; And after that another; a full river Shall from my chests perpetually flow Into thy store.