Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Look About You · chunk 22 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 0.86 · 482 words

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

Nay then you injure me, stay till he come; he's in a russet cloak And must attend me like a Servingman. Hold there's my sword, and with my sword my heart, Bring him for Godsake, and for thy desert, My brother King and mother Queen shall love thee. Mark me good Prince, yonder away we come, I go afore and Gloster follows me; Let not the Sheriff nor Richard meddle with us, Begin you first, seize Gloster and arrest him; I'll draw and lay about me here and here, Be heedful that your watchmen hurt me not, I'll hang him that doth hurt thee, prithee away, I love thee, but thou kill'st me with delay. Well keep close watch, i'll bring him presently. Away then quickly. Gloster, close master Sheriff, Prince Richard, Gloste radieu. I trust you. By my Knighthood I'll prove true. Revenge, I'll build a Temple to your name; And the first offering shall be Gloster's head, Thy Altars shall be sprinkled with the blood, Whose wanton current his mad humour fed; He was a rymer and a Ridler, A scoffer at my mother, praised my father, I'll fit him now foral, escape and all. Take heed spite burst not in his proper gall. How now, what way took Faukenbridge I wonder? That is not Gloster sure that attends on him. He came not at the sheriffs by the morrow mass, I sought the goldsmiths row and found him not; Sirrah, you're sure he sent not home my chain? Who should send your chain sir? The Prince, Prince Iohn I lent it him to day. What's this they talk? By my truth Sir, and ye lent it him, I think you may go look it: for one of the Drawers of the Salutation told me even now, that he had took up a chamber there till evening, and then he will away to Kent. Body of me, he means to spend my chain, Come Block I'll to him. Hear you Faukenbridge? Why what a knave art thou? yonder's Prince Iohn. Then the Drawer's a knave, he told me Prince Iohn was at the Salutation. Where's Gloster Faukenbridge? Sweet Prince I know not. Come, jest not with me, tell me where he is? I never saw him since the Parliament. Impudent liar, didst thou not even now Say thou wouldst fetch him? hadst thou not my sword? Wert thou a King, I will not bear the lie, Thy sword? no boy, thou seest this sword is mine. My Master a liar? Zounds wert thou a potentate, I scorn to wear thy arms untutred child, I fetch thee Gloster? shameless did I see thee Since as I went this morning to the Siriffes, Thou borrowedst my gold chain? Thy chain? I hope thou wilt not cheat me princocks Iohn. I'll cheat thee of thy life if thou charge me With any chain.
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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 1225–1282 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 50 in this edition
Length482 words · 660 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T29 — Disguise and pursuit in Look About You context only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.862 (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)
Nay then you iniure me, ſtay till he come; he's in a ruſſet cloake And muſt attend me like a Seruingman. Holde ther's my ſwoord, and with my ſwoord my heart, Bring him for Godſake, and for thy deſert, My brother King and mother Queene ſhall loue thee. Marke me good Prince, yonder away we come, I goe afore and Gloſter followes me; Let not the Shiriffe nor Richard meddle with vs, Begin you firſt, ſeaze Gloſter and arreſt him; Ile draw and lay about me heere and heere, Be heedfull that your watchmen hurt me not, Ile hang him that doth hurt thee, prethee away, I loue thee, but thou kilſt me with delay. Wel keep cloſe watch, ile bring him preſently. Away then quickly. Gloſter, cloſe maſter Shiriffe, Prince Richard, Gloſte radieu. I truſt you. By my Knight-hood Ile prooue true. Reuenge, Ile build a Temple to your name; And the firſt offring ſhal be Gloſters head, Thy Alters ſhal be ſprinkled with the bloud, Whoſe wanton current his mad humour fed; He was a rymer and a Ridler, A ſcoffer at my mother, prayſ'd my father, Ile fit him now foral, eſcape and all. Take heede ſpight burſt not in his proper gall. How now, what way tooke Faukenbridge I wonder? That is not Gloſter ſure that attends on him. He came not at the Shiriffes by the morrow maſſe, I ſought the Goldſmithes rowe and found him not; Sirra, y'are ſure he ſent not home my chaine? Who ſhould ſend your chaine ſir? The Prince, Prince Iohn I lent it him to day. What's this they talke? By my truth Sir, and ye lent it him, I thinke you may goe look it: for one of the Drawers of the Salutation tolde me euen now, that he had tooke vp a chamber there till euening, and then he will away to Kent. Body of me, he meanes to ſpend my chaine, Come Blocke Ile to him. Heare you Faukenbridge? Why what a knaue art thou? younders Prince Iohn. Then the Drawer's a knaue, he told me Prince Iohn was at the Salutation. Wheres Gloſter Faukenbridge? Sweet Prince I knowe not. Come, ieſt not with me, tell me where he is? I neuer ſaw him ſince the Parlament. Impudent lyar, didſt thou not euen now Say thou woldſt fetch him? hadſt thou not my ſword? Wert thou a King, I will not beare the lye, Thy ſword? no boy, thou ſeeſt this ſword is myne. My Maſter a lyer? Zounds wert thou a potentate, I ſcorne to weare thy armes vntutred childe, I fetch thee Gloſter? ſhameleſſe did I ſee thee Since as I went this morning to the Siriffes, Thou borrowedſt my gold chaine? Thy chaine? I hope thou wilt not cheate me princkocks Iohn. Ile cheat thee of thy life if thou charge me With any chaine.