Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Pedlar's Prophecy · chunk 6 of 27

Anonymous · published 1595 · first performed or written 1561 [1561-c.1563] (Annals)
moral
T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.79 · 488 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.

A couple of good housewives, the mother and the daughter, To stand prating here all the day long: What time of night shall we go to supper? Every day I must be fain to sing one song. By my troth husband you are like to have no roast-meat tonight, For I have had other business today in hand: Here is come such another wight, As the like was never heard of in this land. By by troth father, he is but a prattling peddler, And to say the truth hath nothing to sell: But in soothsaying he would appear to be a meddler. But believe you nothing that he doth tell. A peddler, marry the more naughty pack thou, Hast thou nothing else to do but with a peddler to prate: Get thee home, thou ill favoured Sow, It were well done to beat thee about the pate. I beshrew thy knaves heart, thou hast angered my father, If thou hast no needles, thou mightest tell me so than. And it had pleased you, you might have gone away rather, But hear you, declare what good you can: Father why suffer you not your daughter to marry: She is old enough to have an husband. Nay alas poor wench, a while she may tarry, For in faith she hath neither house nor land. Friend, whereas you spoke of my daughter's marriage, I am not of that mind that many another man is, Chastity with God's help is a light carriage, And therefore in this, I think I do not greatly amiss; To marry my daughter I am half in doubt, I will tell you other nations are so scattered about: That marriages, that I do not greatly allow. I and mine ancestors were English men borne, And though I be but a simple man, To marry my daughter to an alien I think scorn, And therefore I keep her from it, so long as I can. Yea either they be Alians, or Alien sons indeed, Who through marriage of English women of late, Hath altered the true English blood and seed, And therewithal English plain manners and good state. All the naughty fashions in the world at this day, Are by some means brought into England. If by some means they be not commanded away, Within a while they will us all withstand. For here they do not only devour and spend; As they be most devourers truly: But our commodities away they do send, Rob and steal from English men daily. Mother, there is a story of King Vertyger, Whether it be true of say or no, I am not able: Eugustus played the part of a murderer; But some men taketh it but for a fable. But this is true, out of the South East, Cain cometh before, and shall come again, A strange, horrible, and monstrous beast, By whom all old women shallbe devoured plain.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Pedlar's Prophecy
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1595
First performance / composition (Annals)1561 [1561-c.1563]
First performance (BritDrama)1561 [1560-1563]
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 261 · TCP A15516 · DEEP 208
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 302–356 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 27 in this edition
Length488 words · 616 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.789 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T6 · seed 44: T7 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
A couple of good huswifes, the mother and the daughter, To stand prating here all the day long: What time of night shall we go to supper? Euerie day I must be feine to sing one song. By my troth husband you are like to haue no roastmeat to night, For I haue had other busines to day in hand: Here is come such another wight, As the like was neuer heard of in this land. By by troth father, he is but a pratling Pedler, And to say the truth hath nothing to sell: But in soothsaying he would appeare to be a medler. But beleeue you nothing that he doth tell. A Pedler, marry the more naughtie pack thou, Hast thou nothing else to do but with a Pedler to prate: Get thee home, thou ill fauoured Sow, It were well done to beate thee about the pate. I beshrew thy knaues hart, thou hast angred my father, If thou hast no needles, thou mightest tell me so than. And it had pleased you, you might haue gone away rather, But heare you, declare what good you can: Father why suffer you not your daughter to marry: She is old inough to haue an husband. Nay alasse poore wench, a while she may tarry, For in faith she hath neither house nor land. Friend, whereas you spake of my daughters mariage, I am not of that mind that many an other man is, Chastitie with Gods helpe is a light carriage, And therefore in this, I thinke I do not greatly amisse; To marry my daughter I am halfe in doubt, I will tell you other nations are so scattered about: That marriages, that I do not greatly allow. I and mine auncestors were English men borne, And though I be but a simple man, To marry my daughter to an Alian I thinke soorne, And therefore I keepe her from it, so long as I can. Yea either they be Alians, or Aliant sonnes indeed, Who through marriage of English women of late, Hath altered the true English blood and seed, And therewithall English plaine maners and good state. All the naughtie fashions in the world at this day, Are by some meanes brought into England. If by some meanes they be not commanded away, Within a while they will vs all withstand. For here they do not only deuoure and spend; As they be most deuourets truly: But our commodities away they do send, Rob and steale from English men daily. Mother, there is a storie of King Vertyger, Whether it be true of say or no, I am not able: Eugustus plaid the part of a murtherer; But some men taketh it but for a fable. But this is true, out of the South East, Caine commeth before, and shall come againe, A straunge, horrible, and monsterous beast, By whom all old women shalbe deuoured plaine.