Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Three Ladies of London · chunk 27 of 37

Wilson, Robert · published 1592 · first performed or written c.1581 (Annals)
moral · Leicester's Men
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 500 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

Then sweet soul, mark what I would have thee do for me, That is to deck up thy poor Cottage handsomely: And for that purpose I have five thousand crowns in store, And when it is spent thou shalt have twice so much more. But only see thy rooms be neat when I shall thither resort, With familiar friends to pass the time in sport: For the Deputy, Constable, and spiteful neighbours do spy, pry, and eye about my house: That I dare not be once merry within, but still mute like a mouse. My good lady Lucar, I will fulfil your mind in every kind of thing. So that you shall be welcome at all hours, whosoever you bring. And all the dogs in the town shall not bark at your doings I trow, For your full pretence and intent I do thoroughly know, Even so well as if you had opened the very secrets of your heart, For which I doubt not but to rest in your favour by my desert. But here comes your man Usury. I'll send him home for the money. Usury, step in and bring me the box of all abomination that stands in the window: It is little and round, painted with divers colours, and is pretty to the show. Madam, is there any superscription thereon? Have I not told you the name: for shame get you gone. Well my wench, I doubt not but our pleasures shall excel, Seeing thou hast got a corner fit where few neighbours dwell, And they be of the poorest sort which sits our turn so right: Because they dare not speak against our sports and sweet delight, And if they should (alas) their words would nought at all be weighed, And for to speak before my face, they will be all afraid. Madam, I deem this same be it, so far as I can guess. Thou sayest the truth, 'tis it in deed, the outside shows no less. But Usury I think Dissimulation hath not seen you since your coming home. therefore go see him, he will rejoice when to him you are shown, It is a busy time with him, help to further him if you can. He may command me to attend at board to be his man. Hold here my sweet, and then over to see what doth want, the more I do behold this face, the more my mind doth daunt: This face is of favour, these cheeks are ready and white, these lips are cherry red, and full of deep delight, Quick rolling eyes, her temples high, and forehead white as snow, Her eyebrows seemly set in frame, with dimpled chin below: O how beauty hath adorned thee with every seemly hue, In limbs, in looks, with all the rest proportion keeping due: Sure I have not seen a finer soul in every kind of part, I cannot choose but kiss thee with my lips, that love thee with my heart.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Three Ladies of London
AuthorWilson, Robert
Publication year (edition)1592
First performance / composition (Annals)c.1581
First performance (BritDrama)1581
Company (BritDrama)Leicester's Men
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 146 · TCP A15519 · DEEP 120
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1177–1219 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 37 in this edition
Length500 words · 610 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.823
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)
Then sweet soule, marke what I would haue thee do for me, That is to decke vp thy poore Cottage hansomely: And for that purpose I haue fiue thousand crownes in store, And when it is spent thou shalt haue twise so much more. But onely see thy roomes be neat when I shall thither resort, With familiar friends to passe the time in sport: For the Deputie, Constable, and spitefull neighbors do spie, prie, and eye about my house: That I dare not be once merrie within▪ but still mute like a mouse. My good ladie Lucar, I will fulfill your mind in euery kind of thing. So that you shall be welcome at all houres, whosoeuer you bring. And all the dogs in the towne shall not barke at your doings I trow, For your full pretence and intent I do throughly know, Euen so well as if you had opened the very secrets of your hart, For which I doubt not but to rest in your fauour by my desart. But here comes your man Usurie. Ile send him home for the money. Usurie, steppe in and bring mee the boxe of all abhomination that stands in the window: It is little and round, painted with diuers colours, and is pretty to the show. Madam, is there any superscription thereon? Haue I not tolde you the name: for shame get you gone. Well my wench, I doubt not but our pleasures shall excell, Seeing thou hast got a corner fit where few neighbors dwell, And they be of the poorest sort which sits our turne so right: Because they dare not speake against our sports and sweet delight, And if they should (alas) their wordes would nought at all be wayd, And for to speake before my face, they will be all afraid. Madam, I deeme this same be it, so farre as I can gesse. Thou saiest the truth, tis it in deed, the outside shewes no lesse. But Usurie I thinke Dissimulation hath not seene you since your co ming home. therefore go see him, he will reioice when to him you are showne, It is a bussie time with him, helpe to further him if you can. He may commaund me to attend at boord to be his man. Hold here my sweet, and then ouer to see what doth want, the more I do behold this face, the more my mind doth daunt: This face is of fauour, these cheekes are reddy and white, these lips are cherrie red, and full of deepe delight, Quicke rowling eyes, her temples high, and forhead white as snow, Her eye-browes seemely set in frame, with dimpled chinne below: O how beautie hath adorned thee with euery seemly hue, In limmes, in lookes, with all the rest proportion keeping due: Sure I haue not seene a finer soule in euery kind of part, I cannot chuse but kisse thee with my lips, that loue thee with my heart.