Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Hollander (Love's Trial) · chunk 34 of 40

Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1636 [licensed for stage, Mar 12] (Annals)
comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · before the Court
T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.67 · 491 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.

And why not; 'tis an ancient Church, and all old things must not be cast away, there has been many an honest couple given to the lawful bed there, so there has. No matter for that, he protested he would be married in a Tavern ere that pencridge, there's no drink ne'er it; but at the pinner of Wakefield, and that's abominable, and he has vowed to season their bargain with a cup of Sack ere they return. He will not be drunk on's wedding night I hope; my daughter would have a sweet bedfellow of him, if he should. There is another loving couple gone with them too for company, who will be man and wife if the Priest say Amen to it. who are they of our knowledge? O yes sir, 'tis Master Lovering, the attendant to Master Knoworth, and Sir Martine's Niece that came but yesterday. Is't possible? 'twas some sly policy of her Uncles to bring her hither, Master Lovering knew her before it seems. Too well I fear sir, they would not have married in such post haste else. Well Master Doctor, I hope my gloves shall be better than the ordinary, I had no small hand in this match, you know. 'tis nine o'clock at least: 'twill not belong ere they return, wife pray go in and see all things in readiness for their lodgings. They will have more stomachs to their beds then to their suppers. Tomorrow we'll celebrate their nuptial feast: Urinal be you careful of the doors; let none come in but our own company. I'll lock them up, and keep the keys myself sir, Mrs. Mixum your husband is with them, and in his absence I would desire a word with you. I love to talk with any man in my husband's absence; sweet Urinal I will fulfil your pleasure, will you go Mistress? So now have at her. Have I not plotted finely? has my brain not won the laurel garland the famed breath That wafts the honour of deserving wits Among the humorous multitude (as loud As it speaks conquering triumphs) shall proclaim My politic merit, who have raised myself From worse than no name in the judging world, To an indifferent wealth, which though i've got By ways sinister, such as err from truth: Nay might incur a punishment no eyes Has ere discerned them, but with wonder how I should achieve such fortune, now complete In this alliance. Sister, let's to our chambers and to bed, That time approaches. Your good Ladyship (I hope) will honour me so much As for an hour to dispense with rest, And see my bride in bed. Your bride good Master Doctor, who should that be? I understand you not. My daughter Ladies, that to me And all the house seemed so averse from marriage, Is this night stolen forth with younker Sconce, And is by this time wedded to him.
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PlayThe Hollander (Love's Trial)
AuthorGlapthorne, Henry
Publication year (edition)1640
First performance / composition (Annals)1636 [licensed for stage, Mar 12]
First performance (BritDrama)1636 [Mar]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
Theaterbefore the Court;Phoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1148 · TCP A01773 · DEEP 980
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1362–1400 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 40 in this edition
Length491 words · 624 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T3 — Sickness, physic and doctors cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.670 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And why not; tis an ancient Church, and all old things must not be cast away▪ there has beene many an honest couple given to the lawfull bed there, so there has. No matter for that, he protested he would be marryd in a Taverne ere that pencridge, there's no drinke nere it; but at the Pinder of Wakefield, and thats abomiable, and he has vowd to season their bargaine with a cup of Sacke ere they returne. Hee will not bee drunke on's wedding night I hope; my daughter would have a sweet bed-fellow of him, if he should. There is another loving couple gone with them too for company, who will be man and wife if the Priest say Amen to it. who are they of our knowledge? O yes sir, tis Master Lovering, the attendant to Master Knowrth, and Sir Niece that came but yesterday. Is't possible? twas some lie policy of her Uncles to bring her hither, Master Lovering knew her before it seemes. Too well I feare sir, they would not have marryd in such post haste else. Well Master Doctor, I hope my gloves shall bee better then the ordinary, I had no small hand in this match, you know. Tis nine a clocke at least: twill not belong ere they returne, wife pray goe in and see all things in readinesse for their lodgings. They will have more stomacks to their beds then to their suppers. To morrow we'l celebrate their nuptiall feast: Vrinall be you carefull of the doores▪ let none come in but our owne company. Ile locke them up, and keepe the keyes my selfe sir, Mrs. Mixum your husband is with them, and in his absence I would desire a word with you. I love to talke with any man in my husbands absence; sweet Vrinall I will fulfill your pleasure, will you goe Mistris? So now have at her. Have I not plotted finely? has my braine not won the lawrell garland the fad breath That wafts the honor of deserving wits Among the humorous multitude (as As it speakes conquering triumphs) shall proelaime My politicke merit, who have raised my selfe From worse then no name in the judging world, To an indifferent wealth, which though ve gt By wayes sinister, such as erre from truth: Nay might incurre a punishment no eyes Has ere discern'd them, but with wonder how I should atchieve such fortune, now compleat In this alliance. Sister, let's to our chambers and to bed, That time approaches. Your good Ladiship (I hope) will honour me so much As for an houre to dispense with rest▪ And see my bride in bed. Your bride good Master Doctor, who should that be? I understand you not. My daughter Ladies, that to me And all the house seem'd so averse from marriage, Is this night stolne forth with younker Sconce, And is by this time wedded to him.