Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Look About You · chunk 9 of 50

Anonymous · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [c.1597-1599] (Annals)
comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men
T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.70 · 500 words

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

G God a mercy, f fa faith and everth thou co co come to the Fl Fl Fleet, I'll give the tu tu turning of the ke key f for n no nothing. high thee, to morrow morning at Gravesend I'll wash thy stammering throat with a mug of ale merrily. God be w with you till s so soon; what call you the Lady? O now I re remember the La Lady Fa Faukenbridge at what s sign? At the Angel. A Angel, the la la Lady fa fa Falconbridge, Fa Fau Faukenbridge. Farewell and be hanged good stammering ninny, I think I have set your Redcaps heels a running, would your Pyanet chattering humour could as sa safely see set me fr from the searchers walks. Yonder comes some one, him: Skink to your tricks this tytty tytty, a the tongue I believe will fail me. Come make up to this fellow, let th'other go, he seems a gentleman, what are you sir? Would I had kept my own suit, if the countenance carry it away. Stand sirrah, what are you? The po po Porters Son of the FFl Fleet, going to Stepney about business to the La La Lady Fa Fa Faukenbridge. Well bring him thither, some two or three of ye honest neighbours, and so back to the Fleet, we'll show ourselves diligent above other Officers. Wh wh why le le let me run I am Re Redcap. Well, sure you shall now run no faster than I lead you, hear ye neighbour Simmes, I leave my staff with ye, be vigilant I pray you, search the suspicious houses at the towns end, this Skink's a trouncer; come, will you be gone sir? Yes sir, and the devil go with you and them, Well, yet have hope mad ha heart, co co come your way. Sweet nobility in reversion, Block by the commission of his head, Conjures you and withal binds you, by all the tricks that pages pass in time of Parliament, as swearing to the pantable, crowning with Custords, paper whiffs to the sleeper's noses, cutting of tags, stealing of torches, cum multis aliis tell Block, what Block you have cast in the way of my Ladies content. Block by the antiqivity of your ancestry, I have given your Lady not so much as the least cause of dislike, if she be despleased at any news I bring, it's more than I must blab. Zounds these pages be so proud, they care not for an old Servingman, you are a ward and so, an Earl, and no more: you disquiet our house that's the most: and I may be even with thee that's the least. What Block, what Block I say what do you there? Making the young Lord merry Madam, Go attend the gate, see if you can let in more grief thereat, Zounds and grief come in there, and I see him once I'll Conjure his gaberdine. will you be gone sir?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayLook About You
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1600
First performance / composition (Annals)1599 [c.1597-1599]
First performance (BritDrama)1599 [1598-1600]
Company (BritDrama)Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 397 · TCP A06333 · DEEP 306
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 500–522 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 50 in this edition
Length500 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T29 — Disguise and pursuit in Look About You context only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.699 (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)
G God a mercy, f fa faith and euerth thou co co come to the Fl Fl Fleete, Ile giue the tu tu turning of the ke key f for n no nothing. Hye thee, to morrow morning at Graueſ-end Ile waſh thy ſtammering throate with a mug of ale merrily. God be w with you till ſ ſoo ſoone; what call you the Lady? O now I re remember the La Lady Fa Faukenbridge at what ſ ſigne? At the Angell. A Angell, the la la Lady fa fa Fau kenbridge, Fa Fau Faukenbridge. Farewell and bee hang'd good ſtammering ninny, I thinke I haue ſet your Redcaps heeles a running, wold your Pyanet chattering humour could as ſa ſafely ſe ſet mee fr from the ſearchers walkes. Yonder comes ſome one, hem: Skink to your trickes this tytty tytty, a the tongue I beleeue will faile mee. Come make vp to this fellow, let th'other go, he ſeems a gentleman, what are you ſir? Would I had kept my owne ſute, if the countenaunce carry it away. Stand ſirra, what are you? The po po Porters Sonne of the FFl Fleete, going to Stepney about buſineſſe to the La La Lady Fa Fa Faukenbridge. Well bring him thether, ſome two or three of yee honeſt neyghbors, and ſo backe to the Fleete, we'll ſhew our ſelues dilligent aboue other Officers. Wh wh why le le let me run I am Re Redcap. Well, ſure you ſhall now run no faſter then I lead you, heare yee neighbor Simmes, I leaue my ſtaffe with yee, bee vigilent I pray you, ſearch the ſuſpitious houſes at the townes end, this Skink's a trouncer; come, will you be gone ſir? Yes ſir, and the deuill goe with you and them, Well, yet haue hope mad ha hart, co co come your way. Sweet nobilitie in reuerſion, Blocke by the commiſſion of his head, Coniures you and withall bindes you, by all the tricks that pages paſſe in time of Parlament, as ſwearing to the pantable, crowning with Cuſtords, paper whiffes to the ſleepers noſes, cutting of tagges, ſtealing of torches, cum multis aliis tell Blocke, what Blocke you haue caſt in the way of my Ladies content. Block by the antiqiuity of your anceſtrie, I haue giuen your Lady not ſo much as the leaſt cauſe of diſlike, if ſhe be deſpleaſed at any newes I bring, it's more then I muſt blab. Zounds theſe pages be ſo proude, they care not for an olde Seruingman, you are a ward and ſo, an Earle, and no more: you diſquiet our houſe that's the moſt: and I may be euen with thee that's the leaſt. What Blocke, what Blocke I ſay what doe you there? Making the young Lord merry Maddame, Go attend ye gate, ſee if you can let in more greife therat, Zounds and greife come in there, and I ſee him once Ile Coniure his gaberdine. will you be gone ſir?