Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Hollander (Love's Trial) · chunk 39 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
unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 501 words

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

My wife turned a woman indeed: this is a touch indeed, I had best be gone, for fear she challenge me. O stay your patience good Mr. Sconce. Now let heaven, and all that can be titled good beneath Divinity, conjoin to frame a piece Of virtue great as this; yet be deficient In the achievement; for some cunning Artist To draw her in this posture (to be placed (In Alabaster, white as her own figure) Or some green mead or flowery valley, where Posterity of virgin's yearly might Offer a tear to the blessed memory Of perfect feminine goodness. Let me die, Gazing on you and I shall fly to heaven Through your bright eyes. Sir, what means this ecstasy? I'll tell you, and Mrs trust each word, As the just accent of Oraculous truth: Knowing your ardent love to me, I feared It might embrace a change, and therefore shaped this woman In the habit of a man got her unknown to you, Preferred to serve you: (which she could not have been without Discovery, in her own shape) not to o'erlook your life. Or watch your actions, but to raise report That I had been false: so to try if that Would stagger your resolve, which I have found So noble, that the happiness of Fates, Can give no more addition to my bliss. Madam beg you my pardon. O sir you have it, and I my best of wishes, but why did you Employ a woman thus disguised suppose She had been got with child you must Have been the father of it. I knew she was too honest, and beside, I put her to the acting of't because She being the accuser of me for herself Might without the least scruple of suspect Free me from her own calumny, nay here's another, Can witness this for truth. How Urinal Master: Doctor's man turned to Tristram Mr. Freewit's man, and Martha's brother? So it appears by the story Mrs. I am glad sir you put my sister in this disguise, she has got a good husband by the shift, take your wife sir, she is no worse a woman than my own sister. But let me see and feel you better, it is no periwig this but are you my husband, a woman; wife? I your wife am sir. Master Doctor you wish me well I know, I have married here I know not whom, you have excellent salves and unguents sir. They are at your service all. Thank you good Mr. Doctor, have you never a one that will eat off the wen of manhood, make all whole before that will eunuchise a man, I would fain be a Hermaphrodite, or a woman to escape this match, I do not like it Help gentlemen, help Mr. Doctor, yonder is a man would ravish me whether I would or no, nay killed me, I think he has pulled out the longest naked weapon, O there he is.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 1603–1648 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 39 of 40 in this edition
Length501 words · 628 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T3 — Sickness, physic and doctors at 0.727
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)
My wife turn'd a woman indeed: this is a touch indeed, I had best be gone, for feare she challenge me. O stay your patience good Mr. Sconce. Now let heaven, and all that can be titled good beneath Divinity, conjoyne to frame a piece Of vertue great as this; yet be deficient In the atchievement▪ for some cing Artist To draw her in this posture (to be plac'd (In Alablaster, white as her owne figure) Or some greene meade or flowry valley, where Posterity of Virgins yearely might Offer a teare to the blest memory Of perfect feminine goodnesse. Let me dye, Gazing on you and I shall flye to heaven Through your bright eyes. Sir, what meanes this extasie? Ile tell you, and Mrs trust each word▪ As the just accent of Oraculous truth: Knowing your and et love to me, I feard It might embrace a change, and therefore shap'd this woman In the habit of a man got her unknowne to you, Prefer'd to serve you: (which she could not have bin without Discovery, in her owne shape) not too'-looke your life. Or watch your actions, but to raise report That I had bin false: so to trye if that Would stagger your resolve, which I have found So noble, that the happinesse of Fates, Can give no more addition to my blisse. Madam beg you my pardon. O sir you have it, and I my best of wishes, but why did you Employ a woman thus disis'd suppose She had beene got with childe you must Have beene the father of it. I knew she was too honest, and beside, I put her to the acting of't because She being the accuser of me for her selfe Might without the least seruple of Free me from her owne calumny, nay here's another, Can witnesse this for truth. How Vrinall Master: Doctor's man turnd to Mr. Freewits man, and Marthies brother? So it appeares by the story Mrs. I am glad sir you put my sister in this disguse, she has got a good husband by the shift, take your wife sir, she is no worse a woman then my owne sister. But let me see and feele you better, it is no periwigge this but are you my husband, a woman; wife? I your wife am sir. Master Doctor you wish me well I know, I have married here I know not whom, you have excellent salves and unguents sir. They are at your service all. Thanke you good Mr. Doctor, have you never a one that will eat off the wen of manhood, make all whole before that will eunuchise a man, I would aine be a Her maphrolite, or a woman to escape this match, I do not like it Help gentlemen, help Mr. Doctor, yonder is a man would ravish me whether I would or no, nay kild me, I thinke he has puld out the longest naked weapon, O there he is.