Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

2 Nature · chunk 6 of 17

Medwall, Henry · published 1530 · first performed or written c.1496 (Annals)
not in BritDrama
unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 474 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.

g●…ad ye warn me thus in season the better were B●…th ●…s warning I shallbe wise And do as ye me advertise take thereof no ca●… Will ye be wise quoth a/ mary that is a thing By god ye had need to have better warning Or ye bring that about What brother Sloth fro whence comyst thou Straight fro my bed I make god avow Mine eyes be almost out for lak of sleep/ but this sir to you Me thought ye called me sloth right now Piece no more of that I have a new name as well as ye What is that/ ease ye pard But it forceth not while our master is not present between us twain I am content Call me what ye will But where is our master Wottest thou near No No more do I There there there Thou shalt dwell with me still Thou art as good a waiter as I I shrew the better of us both hardly But surely we do not well we shall not continue with yonder man but we await better now and than Therefore by my counsel Let us twain go together To seek our master But wotyst thou whether we shall now go To find our master I shall assay Thou shalt see me guess the way And happily find him to Now must I to the stews as fast as I may to ●…ech this gentleman but sirs I say Can any man here tell me the way For I came never there ye know the way parde of old I pray the tell me which way shall I hold will ye see this whoreson cocold I trow he cannot here Now it were alms to clap the on the crown Why be there any cuckolds in town ye I durst hold thereon my gown that there be a score but for god I cry you mercy for by my saith I wist you not so nigh Had I wist it I ensure you faithfully that word I would have forbore No force hardly it toucheth not me But worship tell me where have ye be Me thinketh long sith I you see Sir it is no marvel Bad ye not me the last day To go purvey for your array And ye remember well ye for god have ye done the same ye by the road else were I to blame All thing is ready in pain of shame elys I quite me ill The tailor told me yester night that all your garments were ready dight will ye go thither and have a sight ●…emary with a good will Will ye that I go with you also I wot never whether ye may attend thereto for ye do nothing But even after your own sweet will
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Details

Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
Play2 Nature
AuthorMedwall, Henry
Publication year (edition)1530
First performance / composition (Annals)c.1496
First performance (BritDrama)1496 [1490s]
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 28 · TCP A07395 · DEEP 5002.02
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 384–459 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 17 in this edition
Length474 words · 534 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.716
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)
¶ gad ye warn me thus in seson the better were Bth s warnyng I shalbe wyse And do as ye me aduertyse take therof no ca ¶ Wyll ye be wyse quod a / mary that ys a thyng By god ye had nede to haue better warnyng Or ye bryng that about ¶ What brother Slouth fro whens comyst thou ¶ Streyght fro my bed I make god auow Myne eyes be almost out for lak of slepe / but thys syr to you Me thought ye called me slouth ryght now Pece no more of that I haue a new name as well as ye ¶ What ys that / ease ¶ ye parde But yt forceth not whyle our mayster ys not present Bytwene vs twayn I am content Call me what ye wyll But where ys our mayster ¶ Wotest thou nere ¶ No ¶ No more do I ¶ There there there Thou shalt dwell wyth me styll Thou art as good a wayter as I ¶ I shrew the better of vs both hardely But surely we do not well we shall not contynue wyth yonder man but we awayte better now and than Therfore by my counsell Let vs twayn go together To seeke our mayster ¶ But wotyst thou whether we shall now go To fynde our mayster ¶ I shall assay Thou shalt se me gesse the way And happely fynde hym to Now must I to the stewes as fast as I may to ech thys gentylman but syrs I say Can any man here tell me the way For I cam neuer there ye know the way parde of old I pray the tell me whyche way shall I hold wyll ye se thys horson cocold I trow he cannot here Now yt were almes to clap the on the crown ¶ Why be there any cocoldys in town ¶ ye I durst hold theron my gown that there be a score but for god I cry you mercy for by my sayth I wyst you not so ny Had I wyst yt I ensure you faythfully that word I wold haue forbore ¶ No force hardely yt toucheth not me But wurshyp tell me where haue ye be Me thynketh long syth I you se ¶ Syr yt ys no maruell Bad ye not me the last day To go puruey for your aray And ye remember well ¶ ye for god haue ye done the same ¶ ye by the rode ellys were I to blame All thyng ys redy in payn of shame Ellys I quyte me yll The tayler told me yester nyght that all your garmentys were redy dyght wyll ye go thyder and haue a syght ¶ emary wyth a good wyll ¶ Wyll ye that I go wyth you also ¶ I wote neuer whether ye may attend therto for ye do nothyng But euen after your own swete wyll