1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 14 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.76 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Father, a wife? Philip a wife. I lay my life my sister. I in good faith. Then father he shall have her he shall I swear. How canst thou say so knowing not his mind? All is one for that, I will go to him straight, Father if you would seek this seven years day, You could not find a fitter match for her, And he shall have her, I swear he shall, He were as good be hanged as once deny her, I saith I'll to him Hairebraine, hairebraine, stay, As yet we do not know his father's mind, Why what will master Goursey say my son, If we should motion it without his knowledge? Go to, he's a wise and discreet Gentleman, And that respects from me all honest parts, Nor shall he fail his expectation, First I do mean to make him privy to it, Philip this letter is to that effect. Father, for God's sake send it quickly then, Ile call your man, what Hugh, wheres Hugh, there h. Philip if this would prove a match, it were the only means that could be found, to make thy mother friends with Mist. Gou. Phil. a match? I'll warrant ye a match My sister's fair, Frank Goursie he is rich, His dowry too, will be sufficient, Franke's young, and youth is apt to love, And by my troth my sister's maiden head Stands like a game at tennis, if the ball Hit into the hole or hazard, farewell all. How now, where's Hugh? Why what doth this proverbial with us, why where's Hugh? Peace, peace. Where's Hugh I say? Be not so hasty Philip. Father let me alone, I do it but to make myself some sport, This formal fool your man speaks nought but proverbs, And speak men what they can to him, he'll answer With some time, rotten sentence, or old saying, Such spokes as the ancient of the parish use, With neighbour 'tis an old proverb and a true, Goose giblets are good meat, old sack better than new, Then says another, neighbour that is true, And when each man hath drunk his gallon round, A penny pot, for that's the old man's gallon, Then doth he lick his lips and stroke his beard, That's glued together with his slavering drops, Of yeasty ale, and when he scarce can trim, His gouty fingers, thus he'll fillip it, And with a rotten hem say heigh my hearts, Merry go sorry cock and pie my hearts, But then their saving penny proverb comes, And that is this: they that will to the wine, by’r lady mistress shall lay their penny to mine, This was one of this penny-fathers bastards, For on my life he was never begot, Without the consent of some great proverb-monger. O ye are a wag. Well, now unto my business; 'swounds will that mouth that's made of old said saws, And nothing else, say nothing to us now?
nodes 781–841 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 51 in this edition
Length
496 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.764 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Father, awife? Phillip a wife. I lay my life my sister. I in good faith. Then father he shall haue her he shall I sweare. How canst thou say so knowing not his minde? All is one for that, I will goe to him straight, Father if you would seeke this seauen yeares day, You could not finde a match for her, And he shall haue her, I sweare he shall, He were as good be hang'd as once deny her, I saith Ile to him Hairebraine, hairebraine▪ stay, As yet we do not know his fathers minde, Why what will master Goursy ay my sonne, If we should otion it without his knowledge? Go to, hees a wise and discreet Gentleman, And that respects from me all honest parts, Nor shall he faile his expectation, First I doe meane to make him priuy to it, Phillip this letter is to that effect. Father, for Gods sake send it quickly then, Ile call your man, what Hugh, wheres Hugh, there h. Phillip if this would prooue a match, it were the only meanes that could be found, to make thy mother frends with Mist. Gou. Phil How a match? Ile warrant ye a match My sister's faire, Franke Goursie he is rich, His dowry too, will be sufficient, Franke's yong, and youth is apt to loue, And by my troth my sisters maiden head Standes like a game attennis, if the ball Hit into the hole or hazard, farewell all. How now, where's Hugh? Why what doth this prouerbial with vs, why where's Hugh? Peace, peace. Where's Hugh I say? Be not so hasty Phillip. Father let me alone, I doe it but to make my selfe some sport, This formall foole your man speakes naught but prouerbes, And speake men what they can to him, hee'l answere With some time, rotten sentence, or olde saying, Such spokes as the ancient of the parish vse, With neighbour tis an olde prouerbe and a true, Goose giblets are good meate, old sacke better then new, Then saies another, neighbour that is true, And when each man hath drunke his gallon round, A penny pot, for thats the olde mans gallon, Then doh he licke his lips and stroke his beard, Thats glewed together with his slauering droppes, Of yey ale, and when he scarce can trim, His gouty fingers, thus hee'l phillip it, And with a rotten hem say hey my hearts, Merry go soy cocke and pye my heartes, But then their auing penny prouerbe comes, And that is this: they that will to the wine, Berlady mistresse shall lay theyr penny to mie, This was one of this penny-fathers bastards, For on my lyfe he was neuer begot, Without the consent of some great prouerb-monger. O ye are a wag. Well, now vnto my busines; Swounds will that mouth thats made of olde sed sawes, And nothing else, say nothing to vs now?