Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

2 Henry the Fourth · chunk 12 of 51

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals)
history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 480 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.

I think I am as like to ride the Mare, if I have any vantage of ground, to get up. How comes this, Sir Iohn? Fie, what a man of good temper would endure this tempest of exclamation? Are you not ashamed to enforce a poor Widow to so rough a course, to come by her own? What is the gross sum that I own thee? Marry (if thou were't an honest man) thyself, & the money too. Thou didst swear to me upon a parcel gilt Goblet, sitting in my Dolphin-chamber at the round table, by a sea-coal fire, on Wednesday in Whitsun week, when the Prince broke thy head for lik'ning him to a singing man of Windsor; Thou didst swear to me then (as I was washing thy wound) to marry me, and make me my Lady thy wife. Canst thou deny it? Did not good wife Keech the Butcher's wife come in then, and call me gossip Quickly? coming in to borrow a mess of Vinegar: telling us, she had a good dish of Prawns: whereby thou didst desire to eat some: whereby I told thee they were ill for a green wound? And didst not thou (when she was gone down stairs) desire me to be no more familiar with such poor people, saying, that ere long they should call me Madam? And didst thou not kiss me, and bid me fetch thee 30. s? I put thee now to thy Book-oath, deny it if thou canst? My Lord, this is a poor mad soul: and she says up & down the town, that her eldest son is like you. She hath been in good case, & the truth is, poverty hath distracted her: but for these foolish Officers, I beseech you, I may have redress against them. Sir Iohn, sir Iohn, I am well acquainted with your manner of wrenching the true cause, the false way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng of words, that come with such (more than impudent) sauciness from you, can thrust me from a level consideration, I know you ha' practised upon the easie-yeelding spirit of this woman. Yes in troth my Lord. Prithee peace: pay her the debt you own her, and unpay the villainy you have done her: the one you may do with sterling money, & the other with currant repentance. My Lord, I will not undergo this sneap without reply. You call honourable Boldness, impudent Sauciness: If a man will curtsy, and say nothing, he is virtuous: No, my Lord (your humble duty remembered) I will not be your suitor. I say to you, I desire deliu'rance from these Officers being upon hasty employment in the King's Affairs. You speak, as having power to do wrong: But answer in the effect of your Reputation, and satisfy the poor woman. Come hither Hostess.
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Play2 Henry the Fourth
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1597 [c.1597-1598]
First performance (BritDrama)1597 [1596-1600]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 379 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.18
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 480–490 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 51 in this edition
Length480 words · 643 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches at 0.802
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)
I thinke I am as like to ride the Mare, if I haue any vantage of ground, to get vp. How comes this, Sir Iohn? Fy, what a man of good temper would endure this tempeſt of exclamation? Are you not aſham'd to inforce a poore Widdowe to ſo rough a courſe, to come by her owne? What is the groſſe ſumme that I owe thee? Marry (if thou wer't an honeſt man) thy ſelfe, & the mony too. Thou didſt ſweare to mee vpon a parcell gilt Goblet, ſitting in my Dolphin-chamber at the round table, by a ſea-cole fire, on Wedneſday in Whitſon week, when the Prince broke thy head for lik'ning him to a ſinging man of Windſor; Thou didſt ſweare to me then (as I was waſhing thy wound) to marry me, and make mee my Lady thy wife. Canſt yu deny it? Did not good wife Keech the Butchers wife come in then, and cal me goſſip Quickly? comming in to borrow a meſſe of Vinegar: telling vs, ſhe had a good diſh of Prawnes: whereby yu didſt deſire to eat ſome: whereby I told thee they were ill for a greene wound? And didſt not thou (when ſhe was gone downe ſtaires) deſire me to be no more familiar with ſuch poore people, ſaying, that ere long they ſhould call me Madam? And did'ſt yu not kiſſe me, and bid mee fetch thee 30.s? I put thee now to thy Book-oath, deny it if thou canſt? My Lord, this is a poore mad ſoule: and ſhe ſayes vp & downe the town, that her eldeſt ſon is like you. She hath bin in good caſe, & the truth is, pouerty hath diſtracted her: but for theſe fooliſh Officers, I beſeech you, I may haue redreſſe againſt them. Sir Iohn, ſir Iohn, I am well acquainted with your maner of wrenching the true cauſe, the falſe way. It is not a confident brow, nor the throng of wordes, that come with ſuch (more then impudent) ſawcines from you, can thruſt me from a leuell conſideration, I know you ha' practis'd vpon the eaſie-yeelding ſpirit of this woman. Yes in troth my Lord. Prethee peace: pay her the debt you owe her, and vnpay the villany you haue done her: the one you may do with ſterling mony, & the other with currant repentance. My Lord, I will not vndergo this ſneape without reply. You call honorable Boldnes, impudent Sawcineſſe: If a man wil curt'ſie, and ſay nothing, he is vertuous: No, my Lord (your humble duty remēbred) I will not be your ſutor. I ſay to you, I deſire deliu'rance from theſe Officers being vpon haſty employment in the Kings Affaires. You ſpeake, as hauing power to do wrong: But anſwer in the effect of your Reputation, and ſatisfie the poore woman. Come hither Hoſteſſe.