Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Andria (The Woman from Andros) · chunk 28 of 31

Terence (Publius Terentius Afer)Kyffin, Maurice · published 1588 · first performed or written 1588 (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 491 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.

Fie, go to the matter, and cease your evil language. Yea as though there could be any name to ill for this fellow. Now sirrah, do you say the same too? Is Glycerie free bone of this City? So it is reported. So it is reported? O wonderful impudence, doth he consider what he sayth, think you? is he any thing sorry for his misdeed? Nay but see, doth his colour any whit change, or show any sign of shamefastness? is it meet he should be so unruly, as that contrary to the custom of his countrymen, contrary to law, and contrary to the mind of his father, he do labour to have that same naughty pack, even to his utter infamy and reproach? Woe is me, forlorn man that I am. O Pamphilus, Pamphilus, dost thou now perceive that, and never before? Long since iwis, long since, when thou gavest thy mind so lewdly, as that by one mean or other thou must fulfil thy lust: lo, even that very first day, had this been truly said of thee. But what mean I? why do I vex and disquiet myself? why do I consume myself with care? why do I wear my old age, with sorrowing for his madness? is it, that I should suffer punishment for his faults? Nay rather, let him have her: and farewell he: let him live with her and spare not. My good father. What my good father? as who should say, you have any need of this father: why, you have got you house, and wife, and children, and all maugre your father's heart. There be also those brought, which affirm that same quean to be free borne of this city: well, you shall have the victory. Father, may I speak a word or two? What wilt thou say to me? O Simo, yet hear him. I hear him Chremes? what should I hear him? Why man, yet give him leave to speak. Well go too, he may speak, I let him not. Father, I confess I love that same woman: and if that be an offence, I confess that also. I submit myself into your hands father, lay upon me what charge you will: command me. Is it your pleasure I should marry a wife? will you have me forego this woman? well, I will bear all as I may. Only this I beseech you, not to believe that this old man is come hither by my appointment. Give me leave to clear myself, and that I may bring the man here before your face. That thou mayst bring him here? Yea Father, suffer. me. He craves but reason, give him leave. Let me obtain this much at your hands. I am content. Chremes, I yield to any thing, so that I find not myself to be deceived by this fellow. Small punishment contents a father, for a great offence in his son.
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PlayAndria (The Woman from Andros)
AuthorTerence (Publius Terentius Afer)Kyffin, Maurice
Publication year (edition)1588
First performance / composition (Annals)1588
First performance (BritDrama)1587 [Dec]
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeTranslation;Nonprofessional;Closet/Unacted
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 153 · TCP A13611 · DEEP 126
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 637–657 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 31 in this edition
Length491 words · 638 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T51 — Parents and children: blessing, birthright and inheritance at 0.877
Other seedsseed 43: T48 · seed 44: T49 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Fie, go to the matter, and ceaſe your euill language. Yea as though there could be any name to ill for this fellow. Now ſirra, doo you ſay the ſame too? Is Glycerie frée bone of this Citie? So it is reported. So it is reported? O wonderfull impudency, dooth he conſider what he ſayth, thinke you? is he any thing ſorry for his miſdéede? Nay but ſée, dooth his colour any whit change, or ſhew any ſigne of ſhamefaſtnes? is it meete he ſhould be ſo vnruly, as that contrary to the cuſtome of his cuntrimen, contrary to law, and contrary to the minde of his father, hée doo labour to haue that ſame naughty packe, euen to his vtter infamie and reproche? Wo is me, forlorne man that I am. O Pamphilus, Pamphilus, doſt thou now perceiue that, and neuer before? Long ſince ywis, long ſince, when thou gaueſt thy mynde ſo lewdly, as that by one meane or other thou muſt fulfill thy luſt: lo, euen that very firſt day, had this bin truely ſayd of thée. But what meane I? why do I vexe and diſquiet my ſelfe? why doo I conſume my ſelfe with care? why doo I weare my old age, with ſorrowing for his madnes? is it, that I ſhould ſuffer puniſhment for his faults? Nay rather, let him haue her: and farewell hée: let him liue with her and ſpare not. My good father. What my good father? as who ſhould ſay, you haue any néede of this father: why, you haue got you houſe, and wife, and children, and all maugre your fathers hart. There be alſo thoſe brought, which affirme that ſame quean to be frée borne of this city: wel, you ſhall haue the victory. Father, may I ſpeake a word or twoo? What wilt thou ſay to me? O Simo, yet heare him. I heare him Chremes? what ſhould I heare him? Why man, yet geue him leaue to ſpeake. Well go too, he may ſpeake, I let hm not. Father, I confeſſe I loue that ſame woman: and if that be an offence, I confeſſe that alſo. I ſubmit my ſelfe into your hands father, lay vppon mee what charge you will: commaund me. Is it your pleaſure I ſhould marry a wife? will you haue mée forgo this woman? well, I will beare all as I may. Onely this I beſéech you, not to beléeue that this old man is come hether by my appointment. Geue mee leaue to cléere my ſelfe, and that I may bring the man here before your face. That thou maiſt bring him here? Yea Father, ſuffer. mée. He craues but reaſon, geue him leaue. Let me obteine this much at your hands. I am content. Chremes, I yéeld to any thing, ſo that I finde not my ſelfe to be deceiued by this fellow. Small puniſhment contents a father, for a great offence in his ſonne.