Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Scottish History of James the Fourth · chunk 13 of 40

Greene, Robert · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals)
romance · Unknown
unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 499 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.

Good Sir look on, how like you this compact? methinks in this I see true love in act: The Woodbines with their leaves do sweetly spread, The Roses blushing prank them in their red, No flower but boasts the beauties of the spring, This bird hath life indeed if it could sing: What means fair Mistress had you in this work? My needle sir. In needles then there lurks, Some hidden grace I deem beyond my reach. Not grace in them good sir, but those that teach. Say that your needle now were Cupid's sting, But ah her eye must be no less, In which is heaven and heavenliness, In which the food of God is shut, Whose powers the purest minds do glut. What if it were? Then see a wondrous thing, I fear me you would paint in Teneus' heart, Affection in his power and chiefest parts. Good Lord sir no, for hearts but pricked soft, Are wounded sore, for so I hear it oft. what recks the second, Where but your happy eye, May make him live, whom Ioue hath judged to die. Should life & death within this needle I'll prick no hearts, I'll prick upon my work. Peace Ida, I perceive the fox at hand. The fox? why fetch your hounds & chase him hence. Oh sir these great men bark at small offence. Come will it please you to enter gentle sir? Stay courteous Ladies, favour me so much, As to discourse a word or two apart. Good sir, my daughter learns this rule of me, To shun resort, and strangers company: For some are shifting mates that carry letters, Some such as you too good, because our betters. Now I pray you sir what a kin are you to a pickerel? Why knave? By my troth sir, because I never knew a proper situation fellow of your pitch, fitter to swallow a gudgeon. What meanst thou by this? Shifting fellow sir, these be thy words, shifting fellow: This Gentlewoman I fear me, knew your bringing up. How so? Why sir your father was a Miller, That could shift for a peck of grist in a bushel, And you a fair spoken Gentleman, that can get more land by a lie, than an honest man by his ready money. caitiff what sayest thou? I say sir, that if she call you shifting knave, You shall not put her to the proof. And why? Because sir, living by your wit as you do shifting, is your letters patents, it were a hard matter for me to get my dinner that day, wherein my Master had not sold a dozen of devices, a case of cogs, and a shoot of shifts in the morning: I speak this in your commendation sir, & I pray you so take it. If I live knave I will be revenged, what Gentleman would entertain a rascal, thus to derogate from his honour? My Lord why are you thus impatient?
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PlayThe Scottish History of James the Fourth
AuthorGreene, Robert
Publication year (edition)1598
First performance / composition (Annals)c.1590
First performance (BritDrama)1590 [1588-1592]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 314 · TCP A02168 · DEEP 255
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 641–694 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 40 in this edition
Length499 words · 636 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.818
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)
Good Sir looke on, how like you this compact? Me thinks in this I see true loue in act: The Woodbines with their leaues do sweetly spred, The Roses blushing prancke them in their red, No flower but boasts the beauties of the spring, This bird hath life indeed if it could sing: What meanes faire Mistres had you in this worke? My needle sir. In needles then there lurkes, Some hidden grace I deeme beyond my reach. Not grace in thē good sir, but those that teach. Say that your needle now were Cupids sting, But ah her eie must bee no lesse, In which is heauen and heauenlinesse, In which the foode of God is shut, Whose powers the purest mindes do glut. What if it were? Then see a wondrous thing, I feare mee you would paint in Teneus heart, Affection in his power and chiefest parts. Good Lord sir no, for hearts but pricked soft, Are wounded sore, for so I heare it oft. what recks the second, Where but your happy eye, May make him liue, whom Ioue hath iudgd to die. Should life & death within this needl urke, Ile pricke no hearts, Ile pricke vpon my worke. Peace Ida, I perceiue the fox at hand. The fox? why fetch your hounds & chace him hence. Oh sir these great men barke at small offence. Come wit please you to enter gentle sir? Stay courteous Ladies, fauour me so much, As to discourse a word or two apart. Good sir, my daughter learnes this rule of mee, To shun resort, and straungers companie: For some are shifting mates that carrie letters, Some such as you too good, because our betters. Now I pray you sir what a kin are you to a pickrell? Why knaue? By my troth sir, because I neuer knew a proper scituation fellow of your pitch, fitter to swallow a gudgin. What meanst thou by this? Shifting fellow sir, these be thy words, shifting fellow: This Gentlewoman I feare me, knew your bringing vp. How so? Why sir your father was a Miller, That could shift for a pecke of grist in a bushell, And you a faire spoken Gentleman, that can get more land by a lye, then an honest man by his readie mony. Catiue what sayest thou? I say sir, that if shee call you shifting knaue, You shall not put her to the proofe. And why? Because sir, liuing by your wit as you doo shifting, is your letters pattents, it were a hard matter for mee to get my dinner that day, wherein my Maister had not solde a dozen of deuices, a case of cogges, and a shute of shifts in the morning: I speak this in your commendation sir, & I pray you so take it. If I liue knaue I will bee reuenged, what Gentleman would entertaine a rascall, thus to derogate from his honour? My Lord why are you thus impatient?