Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Blind Beggar of Alexandria (Irus) · chunk 20 of 26

Chapman, George · published 1598 · first performed or written 1596 [Feb 12] (Annals)
comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men
T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.76 · 498 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.

I am not the first hath desired you, Nor you shall not be the last I will refuse. Nor are you the fairest I have seen, Nor the foulest you have loud. Nor the fittest to be beloved. Nor the unfittest to hate. Do and you dare but sirrah and thou wilt not love, I pray thee be proud Why so my Lord. Because I would have thee fall, for pride must have a fall. Do you delight in my fall so much. As much as in mine own rising I faith, but do not you think it strange that I do love you, for before I did love you, Cupid pinked me a spanish leather jerkin with shooting at me, and made it so full of holes that I was fain to leave it of, and this loss have I had for your sake. My Lord I'll bestow an old jerkin on you, Nay that shall not serve your turn, for I have had a greater loss than that, I lost my left eye for your sake. I do not think so. ay but I'll tell you how as I was hunting in the park, I saw Cupid shooting a cockhye into your face, and gazing after his arrow it fell into mine eye. A pretty fiction. ay but I find this no fiction, and you shall make me amends with love or by this patch of mine eye, and the patch thou wottest where I will swear to all the City I have lain with thee. I hope your Lordship will not do me that wrong. Then do you me right and let me lie with you, I have made the bottle nosed knave your husband so drunk that he is not able to stand go get you home I'll follow you. Why my Lord what will you do there. Go to make no more questions but say I shall be welcome or by mine honour I'll do as I say, otherwise be as secret as death. twenty to one he will, well my Lord if you come you come. Oh I thank you heartily, oh excellent or never trust me. Madam your honour is come somewhat to soon. Why so Menippus. Had you stayed never so little longer you should have met my Lord coming out of Leon's house and out of his movables, How out of his movables. even in plain troth, I see him woe her, win her, and went in with her. Now of mine honour I will be revenged fetch me the burgomaster Menippus I'll have them both whipped about the town. Nay madam you must not dishonour him so, What shall mine honour do then. Do but tongue whip him madam and care not, And so I leave him to the mercy of your tongue, My tongue shall have hell and no mercy in it Excellent music excellent music. And the Devil take the Instrument, What art thou so nigh.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 988–1025 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 26 in this edition
Length498 words · 600 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaint cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.760 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T2 · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I am not the first hath desired you▪ Nor you shall not be the last I wi refuse. Nor are you the fayrest I haue seene, Nor the foulest you hau loud. Nor the fittest to be beloued. Nor the vnfittest to hate. Doe and you dare but sirra and thou wilt not loue, I pray thee be proud VVhy so my Lord. Because I would haue thee fall, for pride must haue a fall. Do you delight in my fall so much. As much as in mine owne rysing I fayth, but do not you thinke it strange that I doe loue you, for before I did loue you, Cupid pinkt me a spanish lether Ierkin with shooting at me, and made it so ull of holes that I was fayne to leaue it of, and this losse haue I had for your sake. My Lord Ile bestowe an old Ierkin on you, Nay that shall not serue your turne, for I haue had a greater losse then that, I lost my left eye or your sake. I do not thinke so. I but Ile tell you how as I was hunting in the parke, I saw Cupid shooting a cockhye into your face, and gazing after his arrow it fell into mine eye. A prettie fiction. I but I finde this no fiction, and you shall make me amends with loue or by this patch of mine eye, and the patch thou wotest where I will sweare to all the Cittie I haue layne with thee▪ I hope your Lordshippe will not doe me that wrong. Then do you me right and let me lie with you, I haue made the botle nosd knaue your husband so drunke that he is not able to stand goe get you home Ile follow you. VVhy my Lord what will you do there. Goe to make no more questions but say I shall bee welcome or by mine honor Ile doe as I say, otherwise be as secret as death. Twentie to one he will, well my Lord if you come you come. Oh I thanke you hartely, oh exellent or neuer trust mee. Madam your honor is come somewhat to soone. VVhy so Menippus. Had you stayed neuer so little longer you should haue met my Lord comming out of Leons use and out of his moueables, How out of his moueables. Euen in playne troth, I see him woe her, winne her, and went in with her. Now of mine honor I will be reuenged fetch me the Burgomaister Menippus Ile haue them both whipt about the towne. Nay madam you must not dshonor him so, VVhat shall mine honor doe then. Do but tongu whip him madam and care not, And so I leaue him to the mercie of your tongue, My tongue shall haue hell and no mercie in it Excellent musicke exellent msicke. And the Deuill take the Instrument, VVhat art thou so nye.