Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Blind Beggar of Alexandria (Irus) · chunk 3 of 26

Chapman, George · published 1598 · first performed or written 1596 [Feb 12] (Annals)
comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men
unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 503 words

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Oh master here comes the three wenches now strike it dead for a fortune. These are the nymphs of Alexandria. So called because there beauties are so rare. With two of them at once am I in love Deeply and Equally the third of them, My silly brother here as much affects, Whom I have made the burgomaster of this rich town, With the great wealth, I have bestowed on him, All three are maids kept passing warily, Yet lately being at their Father's house as I was Leon the rich usurer I fell in love with them, and there my brother too, This fitly chanceth that they have liberty, To visit me alone: now will I tell their fortunes so, As may make way to both their loves at once, The one as I am Leon the rich usurer, The other as I am the mad brain Count, And do the best too, for my brother's love, Thanks good master brother, but what are they that Talk with them so long are they wooers trow, I do not like it, would they would come near. O those are three servants that attend on them, Let them alone, let them talk a while. Tell us Menippus, Druso, and Polydor, Why all our parents gave you three such charge, To wait on us and over see us still, What do they fear, think you that we would do. There fear is least you should accompany, Such as love wanton talk, and dalliance, Why what is wanton talk. To tell you that were to offend ourselves, And those that have forbidden you should hear it. Why what is dalliance says my servant then, You must not know because you must not dally. How say you by that, well do you keep it from us, as much as you can, we'll desire it nevertheless I can tell ye, Lord what strait keepers of poor maids are you, You are so chaste you are the worse again: Pray you good servants will you do us the service, To leave us alone a while. We are commanded not to be from you, And therefore to lean you alone, Were to wrong the trust your parents put in us. I cry you mercy sir, yet do not stand all on the Trust our parents puts in you, but put us in a little to I pray. Trust us good servants by ourselves a while. Let's my masters and you say the word, They'll but to Irus for to know their fortunes, And he's a holy man all Egypt knows. Stay not to long, than mistress and content, That's my good servant we will straight return. And you mistress. And I trusty servant. Faith then I'll venture my charge among the rest. A mighty venture you shall be chronicled in Abraham's asses, Catalogue of coxcombs for your resolution. Now the great fool take them all who could have, Picked out three such lifeless puppies, Never to venture on their mistresses.
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PlayThe Blind Beggar of Alexandria (Irus)
AuthorChapman, George
Publication year (edition)1598
First performance / composition (Annals)1596 [Feb 12]
First performance (BritDrama)1596 [Feb]
Company (BritDrama)Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 310 · TCP A18402 · DEEP 249
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 126–182 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 26 in this edition
Length503 words · 625 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants at 0.723
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)
Oh maister heere comes the three wenches now strike it deade for a ortune. These are the nymphes of Alexandria. So called because there beauties are so rare. VVith two of them at once am I in loue Deepely and Equally the third of them, My silly brother heere asmuch affectes, VVhom I haue made the Burgomaister of this rich towne, VVith the great wealth, I haue bestowed on him, All three are maides kept pssing warilye, Yet lately beeing at their athers house as I was Leon the rich vserer I fell in loue with them, and there my brother too, This fitly chaunceth that they haue liberty, To visit me alone: now will I tell their fortunes so, As may make way to both their loues at once, The one as I am Leon the rich vserer, The other as I am the mad brayne Count, And do the best too, for my brothers loue, Thanks good maister brother, but what are they that Talke with themso long are they wooers trow, I do not like it, would they would come neare. O those are three seruantes that attend on them, Let them alone, let them talke a while. Tell vs Mnippus, Druso, and Plydor, VVhy all our parentes gaue you three such charge, To waite on vs and ouer see vs still, VVhat do they feare, thinke you that we would do. There feare is least you should accompanie, Such as loue wanton talke, and dalliance, VVhy what is wanton talke. To ell you that were to offend our selues, And those that haue forbidden you should heare it. VVhy what is dalliance sayes my seruant then, You must not know because you must not dally. How say you by that, well do you keepe it from vs, as much as you can, weele desire it neuerlesse I can tell ye, Lord what straite keepers of poore maides are you, You are so chast you are the worse agayne: Pray you good seruantes will you do vs the seruice, To leaue vs alone a while. VVe are commaunded not to be from you, And therefore to leane you alone, Were to wrong the trust your parentes put in vs. I cry you mercy sir, yet do not stand all on the Trust our parentes puts in you, but put vs in a litell to I pray. Trust vs good seruantes by our selues a while. Lets my mastrs and you say the woord, Theyle but to Irus for to know theire fortunes, And hees a holy man all Egypt knowes. Stay not to long, then mistris and content, Thats my good seruant we will straight returne. And you mistris. And I trustie seruant. Faith then Ile venter my charge among the rest. A mightie venture you shall be cronicled in Abrahams asses, Catalog of cockscombes for your resolution. Now the great foole take them all who could haue, Pickt out three such liuelesse puppies, Neuer to venter on their mistrisses.