1 The Two Angry Women of Abingdon · chunk 18 of 51
Porter, Henry · published 1599 · first performed or written 1598(?) (Annals) comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.81 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Peace sir, I must speak with one, Nicholas I think your name is, True as the skin between your brows. Well, how doth my master? Forsooth live, and the best doth no better. Where is the letter he hath sent me? 'tis right as Philip said, 'tis a fine fool, This letter is directed to my father. I'll carry it to him, Dick Coomes make him drink. ay, I'll make him drunk and he will. Not so Richard, it is good to be. Well Nicholas, as thou art Nicholas, welcome, but as thou art Nicholas and a boon companion, ten times welcome, Nicholas give me thy hand; shall we be merry? and we shall, say but we shall, and let the first word stand. Indeed as long lives the merry man, a ounce of debt will not pay a pound of care. Nay, a pound of care will not pay a ounce of debt. Well, 'tis a good horse never stumbles but who lies here? 'tis our Hodge, and I think he lies asleep, you made him drunk at your house to but I'll pepper some of you for't. I Richard, I know you'll put a man over the shoes, & if you can, but he's a fool will take more than will do him good. 'sblood ye shall take more than will do ye good, Or I'll make ye clap under the table. Nay, I hope, as I have temperance to forbear drink so have I patience to endure 〈...〉 company doth, for when a man doth to Rome come, he must do as there is done, Ha my resolued Nicke Frolgoene, fill the poe Hostesse, swounes you whore, Harry Hooke's a rascall: helpe me but carry my fellow Hodge in, and weele crushe it I ith. By this I think, the letter is delivered, And 'twill be shortly time that I step in, And woo their favours for my sister's fortune, And yet I need not, she may do as well, But yet not better, as the case doth stand, Between our mothers it may make them friends, Nay I would swear that she would do as well, Were she a stranger to But they are so acquainted, they 'll near part, Why she will flout the devil and make blush The boldest face of man, that ever man saw, He that hath best opinion of his wit, And hath his brain pan fraught with bitter jests, Or of his owne, or istolne, or how , Let him: stand here so high in his own conceit, Her wit's a sun, that melts him down like butter, And makes him sit at table Pancake wise, Flat, flat, and near a word to say, Yet she'll not love him then, but like a tyrant, she'll persecute the poor wit-beaten man, And so be bang him with dry bobs and scoffs,
nodes 951–992 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 51 in this edition
Length
480 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.810 (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)
Peace sir, I must with one, Nicholas I think your name is, True as the skinne betweene your browes. Wel, how doth my maister? orsooth liue, and the best doth no better. Where is the letter he hath sent me? Tis right as Phillip saide, tis a fine soole, This letter is directed to my father. Ile carrie it to him, Dicke Coomes make him drinke. I, Ile make him drunke and he will. Not so Richard, it is good to be Well Nicholas, as thou art Nicholas, welcome, but as thou art Nicholas and a boone companion, ten times welcome, Nicholas giue me thy hand; shall we be ? and wee shall, say but we shall, and let the first word stand. Indeed as long the man , Anownce of debt will not pay a pound of care? Nay, a pound of care will not pay anownce of debt. Well, tis a good horse neuer stumbles but who lies here? Tis our Hodge, and I hinke he lies a sleepe, you made him drunk at your house to ut Ile pepper so of you fort. I Richard, I know yoe put a man ouer the shooes, & if you can, but hees a foole wil take more then wil do him good. Sbloud ye shall take more then will doe yee good, Or Ile make ye clap vnder the table. Nay, I hope, as I haue temperance to forbeare drinke so haue I patience to endure company doth, for whē a mā doth to Rome come, he must do as there is done, Ha my resolued Nicke Frolgoene, fill the poe Hostesse, swounes you whore, Harry Hooke's a rascall: helpe me but carry my fellow Hodge in, and weele crushe it I ith. By this I thinke, the letter is deliuered, And twill be shortly time that I step in, And wooe their fauours for my sisters fortune, And yet I need not, she may doe as well, But yet not better, as the case doth stand, Betweene our mothers it may make the friends, Nay I would sweare tha she would doe as well, Were she a stranger to But they are so acquainted, thei nere part, Why she will floute the deuill and make blush The boldest face of man, that euer man saw, He that hath best opinion wit, And hath his braine pan fraught with bitter Iestes, Or of his owne, or istolne, or how , Let him: stande so high in his owne conceite, Her wit's a sunne, that melts him downe like butter, And makes him sit at table wise, Flat, flat, a word to say, Yet sheele not him , but like a tyrant, Sheele persecute the poore wi-beaten man, And so be bang hi with dry and scoffes,