Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Look About You · chunk 13 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 0.83 · 486 words

← previous chunkall chunks of this editionnext chunk →

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

Porter what Porter where's this drowsy ass? Who calls? my Lord of Gloster all alone? Alone and have your wisdoms company, Pray where's the stammering chatterer your son? He's ever running but he makes small haste, I'll bring his lither legs in better frame, And if he serve me thus another time. Hark sir your clients knock, and't be your pie, Let him vouchsafe to chatter us some news. Tell him we dance attendance in our chamber. This Iohn and Henry are so full of hate, That they will have my head by some device, Gloster hath plotted means for an escape, And if it fadge, why so; if not, then well, The way to heaven is death, this life's a hell. Why should the Watchmen come along with thee? there's such a que question for yond s same r rogue Skink p plague keep far enough from him, that a an honest f fellow ca cannot which w walk the streets. Well sir dispatch your business with the Earl, He's angry at your stay I tell ye that. 'Sblood what a frown this Gloster casts at me, I hope he means to lend me no more cuffs, Such as he paid me at the Parliament. What mutter you, what tidings from my sister? Co commendations and s she hath s sent ye this r ring. Hold there's two Angels, shut the chamber door, You must about some business for me straight; Come nearer man, I fear I am to near, Hast thou no tidings for my liberty? No b but ye sh shall he hear f from her p p presently. And p presently sir off with your coat. Nay quick, uncase, I am bold to borrow it, I'll leave my gown, change is no robbery. Stutterer it's so, near flinch, ye cannot pass, Cry, and by heaven I'll cut thy coward's throat, Quickly cashyre yourself, you see me stay, N n nay, b b but wh wh what m mean ye? To scape I hope, sir with your privilege, How now, who's this, my fine familiar Skinke? Queen Beldame's minion, Zounds you see ti's I Time sorts not now to know these mysteries. How thou camest by this ring, or stolest this coat, They are mine now in possession, for which kindness If I escape I'll get thee Liberty, Or fire the fleet about the Wardens ears, Mum budgit not a word as thou lovest thy life, I mum mum fair, pray God may chance it, My Lord, but that my state is desperate, I'd see your eyes out ear I would be cheated. Walk like an Earl villain some are coming. Where is this Gloster? Y y yonder he walks. Fa fa father, I let me out. Why whether must you now? To je Iericho I th' think, 'tis such a h h humorous Earl. Well sir wilt please you hasten home again.
← previous chunkall chunks of this editionnext chunk →

Details

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 699–754 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 50 in this edition
Length486 words · 636 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T29 — Disguise and pursuit in Look About You context only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.834 (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)
Porter what Porter wher's this drowſie aſſe? Who calles? my Lord of Gloſter all alone? Alone and haue your wiſdomes companie, Pray wher's the ſtammering chatterer your ſonne? He's euer running but he makes ſmall haſte, Ile bring his lyther legges in better frame, And if he ſerue me thus a nother time. Harke ſir your clients knocke, and't be your pye, Let him vouchſafe to chatter vs ſome newes. Tell him we daunce attendance in our chamber. This Iohn and Henry are ſo full of hate, That they will haue my head by ſome deuice, Gloſter hath plotted meanes for an eſcape, And if it fadge, why ſo; if not, then well, The way to heauen is death, this life's a hell. Why ſhould the Watchmen come along with thee? Ther's ſuch a que queſtion for yon ſ ſame r rogue Skink p plague keepe farre enough from him, that a an honeſt f fellow ca cannot w w walke the ſtreetes. Well ſir diſpatch your buſines with the Earle, He's angry at your ſtay I tell ye that. Sbloud what a frowne this Gloſter caſtes at me, I hope he meanes to lend me no more cuffes, Such as he paide me at the Parlament. What mutter you, what tydings from my ſiſter? Co commendations and ſ ſhe hath ſ ſent ye this r ring. Hold ther's two Angels, ſhut the chamber doore, You muſt about ſome buſines for me ſtrayght; Come nearer man, I feare I am to neare, Haſt thou no tydings for my liberty? No b but ye ſh ſhall he heare f from her p p preſently. And p preſently ſir off with your coate. Nay quicke, vncaſe, I am bold to borrow it, Ile leaue my gowne, change is no robbery. Stutterer it's ſo, neare flinch, ye cannot paſſe, Cry, and by heauen Ile cut thy cowards throate, Quickly caſhyre your ſelfe, you ſee me ſtaye, N n nay, b b but wh wh what m meane ye? To ſcape I hope, ſir with your priuiledge, How now, who's this, my fine familliar Skinke? Queene Beldams minnion, Zounds you ſee ti's I. Tyme ſortes not now to know theſe miſteries. How thou camſt by this ring, or ſtol'ſt this coate, They are mine now in poſſeſſion, for which kindenes If I eſcape Ile get thee Libertie, Or fire the fleete about the Wardens eares, Mum budgit not a word as thou loueſt thy life, I mum mum faire, pray God may chaunce it, My Lord, but that my ſtate is deſperate, Ide ſee your eyes out eare I would be cheated. Walke like an Earle villaine ſome are comming. Where is this Gloſter? Y y yonder he walks. Fa fa father, I let me out. Why whether muſt you now? To Ie Iericho I th thinke, tis ſuch a h h humorous Earle. Well ſir wilt pleaſe you haſten home againe.