Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

For the Honor of Wales · chunk 3 of 7

Jonson, Ben · published 1641 · first performed or written 1618 [Feb 17] (Annals)
masque
unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 451 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.

Go too, I will make the hilts conceive a knock upon your pate, and pershance a bumpe to if you talk. How! upon my pate? Yes upon your pate; your Poetlie pate, and your Law pate too. Tawson, Tawson. Fore'got you will go ne'er to hazard a thumb, and a four finger of your best hand; if you knock him here, you may knock him better s'eape at Ludlow a great deal: do you know the place where it is? Well, I can be patiented, I trust, I trust it is in a presence I presume that loves no quarrels, nor replies, nor the lies, nor the challenge, nor the Duels: but— I will do my byssinesse now, and make this a byssinesse for another days hereafter: Pleas ' your Madestee— By got I am out of my tempers terribly well, got forgive me, and pit me in my selive again. How does your Highness— I know not a ' oord or a syllable what I say;' is do me that vexations. O Evan; for the honour of Wales. I remember him now,' is enough, blessings upon me ' is out o'my head again; lost, quite lost: this knock, o'my pate has knock aull my wits out o'my brains I think, and turn my reasons out of doors. Believe it I will rub, and break your s'ins for this, I will not come so high as your head, but I will take your nose in my way, very sufficiently. Hung your sufficiency. 'Tis well, very well; 'tis better, better, exceedingly well. What?— you mean (hough) to make us so long tarry here, ha'? Marry, here is aull undone with distempers me thinks, and angers, and passions. Who is angry? Why it is I is angry, and hungry too, if you mark me; I could eat his Flint-seere face now, offer to knock my pate in the hearing of aull these, and more too? well, before his Madestee I do yet forgive him now with aull my heart, and will be revenged another time. Why that is good Evan, honest brave Evan. Ha' you told the King's Madestee of the alterations. I am now once again about him: peace; please your Madestee, the Welsh Nation hearing that the Prince of Wales was to come into the Hills again, afore your Madestee have a desire of his Highness for the honour of Wales, to make him a Welsh hills, which is done without any manner of sharshese to your Madestee, only shanging his name: He is cawl now Craig-Eriri, a Mountain in Carnarvan-Seere; has as grey beard, and as much snow upon his head aull the year long, As Adlas for his guts.
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PlayFor the Honor of Wales
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1641
First performance / composition (Annals)1618 [Feb 17]
First performance (BritDrama)1618 [Feb 17]
Genre (British Drama)masque
Play typeOccasional;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1165 · TCP A72473 · DEEP 5124.05
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 31–47 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 7 in this edition
Length451 words · 638 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at home at 0.699
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)
Go too, I will make the hilts conceive a knocke upon your pate, and perſhance a bumpe to if yow tauke. How! upon my pate? Yes upon your pate; your Poetlie pate, and your Law pate too. Tawſon, Tawſon. Fore'got yow will goe nere to hazard a thumbe, and a fowre finger of your beſt hand; if you knocke him here, you may knocke him better ſ'eape at Ludlow a great deale: do you know the place where it is? Well, I can be patient, I truſt, I truſt it is in a preſence I preſume that loves no quarrells, nor replies, nor the lies, nor the ſhallenge, nor the Duells: but—I will doe my byſſineſſe now, and make this a byſſineſſe for another daies hereafter: Pleaſ' your Madeſtee—By got I am out of my tempers terribly well, got forgive me, and pyt me in my ſelive againe. How doe's your Highnes—I know not a 'oord or a ſillable what I ſay; 'is doe me that vexations. O Evan; for the honour of Wales. I remember him now, 'is inough, bleſſings upon me 'is out o'my head againe; loſt, quite loſt: this knocke, o'my pate has knock aull my wits out o'my braines I thinke, and turne my reaſons out of doores. Beleive it I will rub, and breake your ſ'ins for this, I will not come ſo high as your head, but I will take your noſe in my way, very ſufficiently. Hang your ſufficiencie. 'Tis well, very well; tis better, better, exceedingly well. What? —you meane (hough) to make us ſo long tarrie here, ha? Marrie, here is aull undone with diſtempers me thinkes, and angers, and paſſions. Who is angry? Why it is I is angry, and hungry too, if you marke me; I could eate his Flint-ſeere face now, offer to knock my pate in the hearing of aull theſe, and more too? well, before his Madeſtee I doe yet forgive him now with aull my heart, and will be reveng'd another time. Why that is good Evan, honeſt brave Evan. Ha' yow told the Kings Madeſtee of the alterations. I am now once againe about him: peace; pleaſe your Madeſtee, the Welſe Nation hearing that the Prince of Wales was to come into the Hills againe, afore your Madeſtee have a deſire of his Highneſſe for the honour of Wales, to make him a Welſe hills, which is done without any manner of ſharſheſe to your Madeſtee, onely ſhanging his name: He is caull now Craig-Eriri, a Mountaine in Carnarvan-Seere; has as gray beard, and as much ſnow upon his head aull the yeare long, As Adlas for his gutts.