Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Wit in a Constable · chunk 21 of 31

Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1636-1638; revised 1639] (Annals)
not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 527 words

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

Nor expect, To get a good word from us in a twelvemonth, Hourly revilings and perpetual noises Shall be as favours taken that we would Vouchsafe to spend in such regardless trifles, we'll be as proud as ere our mothers were, When she was Lady majoress, and you humble, As her trim henchboys: whatsoever servants You kept before, although they were your grandsires, You shall turn off and limmit your attendants, As 'tis the city fashion to a woman Butler, that shall not dare without our licence, To let you have a penny pot of sack To give a frugal entertainment, to Your visiting friends. If you have a brother, Kinsman, or friend, that does in pity grieve at The tyranny you live in, him it shall be felony To converse with, we in tissue and plush will Brave it while you walk in fustian, we'll When we please have our fair coach and horses To carry us up to London to ask counsel of Our mothers and our gossips how to abuse you. You shall be still obedient, we commanding, And if a Lord or courtly gentleman, Whom we style servant, out of love sometimes Gives us a visit, you shall not repine: If we forsake your bed to go to his. And if you chance, as fools will oft be Peeping to spy us coupling, with respective silence, You shall depart, not daring to bedew Your eyes with tears for grief that you are cuckolds, Nor to exalt your honours above your neighbours, But big with joy triumph that you have wives That are in so much credit, as to have Persons of quality, take the pains to get your Heirs to your large revenues. Very right, 'tis not the fashion now adays for knights To get their own sons, 'tis sufficient for us If we can leave them lands, no matter who Was their true fathers. Say sir Timothy If upon these conditions you can like The match is perfect: but faith take my counsel, Make not yourselves mere rascals: the reproach To boys and scholars, subjects fit for ballads, Not worthy M Ps. to them, good Sir Timothy Have pity on yourself, and marry rather In your own tribe, some damsel that can churn, Make Cheese and Apple pies with Currants in them, And Mr. Holdfast 'twere far better for you to Match with some grave doctor's imp at Cambridge Or else as 'twas your use when you're a student, Lie with your bed maker. Very right, Yet I do know all this is but in jest, To make us love you better. True sir Timothy; Speak as it were to let us understand By an Irony as we the learned call it, How well they mean to use us: therefore in My judgement it were requisite with all speed, While there in this good humour To strike the match up. Very right, we are No Jackdaws to be fright with these Scarecrows, Mistress your hand, and if you'll have me so, If not so likewise: but you will repent it, You'll scarcely meet two that will offer fairer Than we have done.
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PlayWit in a Constable
AuthorGlapthorne, Henry
Publication year (edition)1640
First performance / composition (Annals)1638 [1636-1638; revised 1639]
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1145 · TCP A01779 · DEEP 977
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1408–1478 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 31 in this edition
Length527 words · 666 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.798
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nor expect, To get a good word from us in a twelve month, Hourely revilings and perpetuall noyses Shall be as favours taken that we would Vouchsafe to spend in such regardlesse trifles, Wee'l be as proud as ere our mothers were, When she was Lady Majoresse, and you humble, As her trim hench-boyes: whatsoever servants You kept before, although they were your grandsires, You shall turne off and limmit your attendants, As tis the city fashion to a woman Butler, that shall not dare without our license, To let you have a penny pot of sacke To give a frugall entertainment, to Your visiting friends. If you have a brother, Kinseman, or friend, that does in pitty grieve at The tyranny you live in, him it shall be felony To converse with, we in tissue and plush will Brave it while you walke in fustian, weel When we please have our faire coach and horses To carry us up to London to aske counsell of Our mothers and our gossips how to abuse you. You shall be still obedient, we commanding, And if a Lord or courtly gentleman, Whom we stile servant, out of love sometimes Gives us a visit, you shall not repine: If we forsake your bed to goe to his. And if you chance, as fooles will oft be Peeping to spye us couping, with respective silence, You shall depart, not daring to bedew Your eyes with tears for grief that you are cuckolds, Nor to exalt your honors above your neighbours, But big with joy triumph that you have wives That are in so much credit, as to have Persons of quality, take the paines to get your Heires to your large revenewes. Very right, Tis not the fashion now adayes for knights To get their owne sons, tis sufficient for us If we can leave them lands, no matter who Was their true fathers. Say sir Timothy If upon these conditions you can like The match is perfect: but faith take my counsell, Make not your selves meere raskalls: the reproach To boyes and schollers, subjects fit for ballads, Not worthy M Ps name to them, good Sir Timothy Have pitty on your selfe, and marry rather In your owne tribe, some damsell that can churne, Make Cheese and Apple pies with Currants in them, And Mr. Holdfast twere farre better for you to Match with some grave doctors impe at Cambridge Or else as twas your use when you'r a student, Lye with your bed maker. Very right, Yet I doe know all this is but in jest, To make us love you better. True sir Timothy; Speake as it were to let us understand By an Irony as we the learned call it, How well they meane to use us: therefore in My judgement it were requisit with all speed, While there in this good humour To strike the match up. Very right, we are No Jackdawes to be fright with these Scar-crowes, Mistris your hand, and if you'l have me so, If not so likewise: but you will repent it, You'l scarcely meet two that will offer fairer Then we have done.