Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Gallathea · chunk 4 of 27

Lyly, John · published 1592 · first performed or written 1585 [1583-1585] (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (first) (?) · before the Court
T57 Ships, merchants and pirates typicality 0.83 · 486 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.

Come Phillida, fair Phillida, and I fear me too fair being my Phillida, thou knowest the custom of this Country, & I the greatness of thy beauty, we both the fierceness of the monster Agar. Every one thinketh his own child fair, but I know that which I most desire, and would least have, that thou art fairest. Thou shalt therefore disguise thyself in attire, lest I should disguise myself in affection, in suffering thee to perish by a fond desire, whom I may preserve by a sure deceit. Dear father, Nature could not make me so fair as she hath made you kind, nor you more kind than me dutiful. whatsoever you command I will not refuse, because you command nothing but my safety, and your happiness. But how shall I be disguised? In man's apparel. It will neither become my body, nor my mind. Why Phillida? For then I must keep company with boys, and commit follies unseemly for my sex, or keep company with girls, and be thought more wanton then becometh me. Besides, I shall be ashamed of my long hose and short coat, and so unwarely blab out something by blushing at every thing. Fear not Phillida, use will make it easy, fear must make it necessary. I agree, since my father will have it so, and fortune must. Come let us in, and when thou art disguised, roam about these woods till the time be past, and Neptune pleased. Now Mariner, what callest thou this sport on the Sea? It is called a wrack. I take no pleasure in it. Of all deaths I would not be drowned, ones clothes will be so wet when he is taken up. What call'st thou the thing we were bound to? A rafter. I will rather hang myself on a rafter in the house, then be so haled in the Sea, there one may have a leap for his life; but I marvel how our Master speeds. I'll warrant by this time he is wet-shod. Did you ever see water bubble as the Sea did? But what shall we do? You are now in Lincolnshire, where you can want no foul, if you can devise means to catch them, there be woods hard by, and at every miles end houses: so that if you seek on the Land, you shall speed better than on the Sea. Sea, nay I will never sail more, I brook not their diet: their bread is so hard, that one must carry a whetstone in his mouth to grind his teeth: the meat so salt, that one would think after dinner his tongue had been powdered ten days. O thou hast a sweet life Mariner to be pined in a few boards, and to be within an inch of a thing bottomless. I pray thee how often hast thou been drowned? Fool thou seest I am yet alive.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayGallathea
AuthorLyly, John
Publication year (edition)1592
First performance / composition (Annals)1585 [1583-1585]
First performance (BritDrama)1584 [1584-1585]
Company (BritDrama)Children of Paul's (first) (?)
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 179 · TCP A06619 · DEEP 140
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 36–55 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 27 in this edition
Length486 words · 606 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T57 — Ships, merchants and pirates reviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.828 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T55 · seed 44: T46 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Come Phillida, faire Phillida, and I feare me too faire being my Phillida, thou knowest the custome of this Countrey, & I the greatnes of thy beautie, we both the fiercenesse of the monster Agar. Euerie one thinketh his owne childe faire, but I know that which I most desire, and would least haue, that thou art fairest. Thou shalt therefore disguise thy selfe in attire, least I should disguise my selfe in affection, in suffering thee to perrish by a fond desire, whom I may preserue by a sure deceipt. Deere father, Nature could not make mee so faire as she hath made you kinde, nor you more kinde then me dutifull. What soeuer you commaunde I will not refuse, because you commaund nothing but my safetie, and your happinesse. But howe shall I be disguised? In mans apparell. It wil neither become my bodie, nor my minde. Why Phillida? For then I must keepe companie with boyes, and commit follies vnseemelie for my sexe, or keepe company with girles, and be thought more wanton then becommeth me. Besides, I shall be ashamed of my long hose and short coate, and so vnwarelie blabbe out something by blushing at euery thing. Feare not Phillida, vse will make it easie, feare must make it necessarie. I agree, since my father will haue it so, and fortune must. Come let vs in, and when thou art disguised, roame about these woods till the time be past, and Neptune pleased. Now Mariner, what callest thou this sport on the Sea? It is called a wracke. I take no pleasure in it. Of all deathes I wold not be drownd, ones clothes will be so wet when hee is taken vp. What calst thou the thing wee were bounde to? A raughter. I wyll rather hang my selfe on a raughter in the house, then be so haled in the Sea, there one may haue a leape for his lyfe; but I maruaile howe our Master speedes. Ile warrant by this time he is wetshod. Dyd you euer see water buble as the Sea did? But what shall we doe? You are now in Lyncolnshire, where you can want no foule, if you can deuise meanes to catch them, there be woods hard by, and at euery myles ende houses: so that if you seeke on the Lande, you shall speede better then on the Sea. Sea, nay I will neuer saile more, I brooke not their diet: their bread is so hard, that one must carrie a whetstone in his mouth to grinde his teeth: the meate so salt, that one woulde thinke after dinner his tongue had beene powdred ten daies. O thou hast a sweet life Mariner to be pinde in a few boordes, and to be within an inche of a thing bottomlesse. I pray thee howe often hast thou beene drowned? Foole thou seest I am yet aliue.