Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Mucedorus (and Amadine) · chunk 14 of 22

Anonymous · published 1598 · first performed or written 1590 [1588-1598; revised 1610] (Annals)
romance · Unknown
T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.66 · 486 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.

I tell thee attend what I say go thy ways strait and rear the whole town. How rear the town even go yourself, it is more than I can do, why do you think I can rear a town, that can scarce rear a pot of ale to my head? I should rear a town should I not; Go to the constable and make a privy search, for the shepherd is run away with the King's daughter. How? is the shepherd run away with the king's daughter. or is the king's daughter run away with the shepherd. I cannot tell, but they are both gone together What a fool is she to run away with the shepherd, why I think I am a little handsomer man than the shepherd myself, but tell me master, must I make a privy search, or search in the privy; why dost thou think they will be there; I cannot tell. Well then search every where. leave no place unsearched for them. Oh now am I in office, now will I to that old firbrands house & will not leave one place unsearched, nay i'll to her ale stand & drink as long as I can stand, & when I have done i'll let out all the rest, to see if he be not hid in the barrel, & I find him not there, i'll to the cubord, i'll not leave one corner of her house unsearched, ye faith ye old crust I willbe with you now. Now Mucedorus whither will't thou go, Home to thy father to thy native soil, Or try some long abode within these woods; Well I will hence departed and high me home, What hie me home said I? that may not be. In Amadine rests my felicity Then Mucedorus do as thou didst decree, Attire thee hermit like, within these grovees, Walk often to the beach and view the well. Make settles there and seat thy self thereon, And when thou feelest thyself to be a thirst, Then drink a hearty draft to Amadine, No doubt she thinks on thee, And will one day come pleg. at this wel: Come habit thou art fit for me, No shepherd now, a hermit I must be: methinks this fits me very well, Now must I learn to bear a walking staff, And exercise some gravity withal. here's throw the woods, and throw the woods, to look out a shepherd & a stray king's daughter, but soft who have we here, what art thou? I am an hermit. An emmet, I never saw such big emmet in all my life before. I tell you sir I am an hermit, one that leads a solitary life within these woods. O I know the now, thou art her that eats up all the hips and haws, we could not have one piece of fat bacon for thee all this year.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayMucedorus (and Amadine)
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1598
First performance / composition (Annals)1590 [1588-1598; revised 1610]
First performance (BritDrama)1591 [1590-1598]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 319 · TCP A07859 · DEEP 258
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 705–738 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 22 in this edition
Length486 words · 608 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T29 — Disguise and pursuit in Look About You context only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.661 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T34 · seed 44: T31 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I tell thee attend what I say goe thy waies straight and reare the whole towne. How reare the towne euen goe your selfe, it is more then I can doe, why doe you thinke I can reare a towne, that can scarse reare a pot of ale to my heade? I should reare a towne should I not; Go to the cunstable and make a priuie search, for the shephard is runne away with the Kings daughter. How? is the shepheard run away with the kins daughter. or is the kings daughter runne away with the shepheard. I cannot tell, but they are both gon together What a foole is she to runne away with the shepheard, why I thinke I am a litle hansomer man then the shepheard my selfe, but tel me maister, must I make a priuie search, or search in the priuie; why dost thou thinke they will be there; I cannot tell. Well then search euerie where. leaue no place vnsearched for them. Oh now am I in office, uow wil I to that old firbrāds house & wil not leaue one place vnsearched, nay ile to her ale stand & drink as long as I can stand, & when I haue done ile let out al the rest, to se if he be not hid in the barrel, & I find him not there, ile to the cubord, ile not leaue one corner of her house vnsearched, ye faith ye old crust I wilbe with you now. Now Mucedorns whither wilt thou goe, Home to thy father to thy natiue soile, Or trie some long abode within these woods; Well I will hence depart and hie me home, What hie me home said I? that may not be. In Amadine rests my felicitie Then Mucedorus do as thou didst decree, Attire thee hermite like, within these grouees, Walke often to the bech and view the well. Make settles thre and seate thy slfe thereon, And when thou feelest thy selfe to be a thrist, Then drinke a heartie draught to Amadine, No doubt she thinkes on thee, And wil one day com pleg thee at this wel Come habit thou art fit fo me, No shepheard now, a hermit I must be: Me thinkes this fits me verie wel, Now must I learne to beare a walking staffe, And exercise some grauitie withll. Heers throw the wods, and throw the wods, to looke out a shepheard & a stray kings daugter, but ote who haue we heere, what art thou? I am an hermit. Anemmet, I neuer saw such big emmet in all my life before. I tel you sir I am an hermit, one that leads a solitarie life within these woods. O I know the now, thou art her that eates vp al the hips and hawes, we could not haue one peece of fat bacon for thee al this yeare.