Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Look About You · chunk 23 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 0.80 · 484 words

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

Come, let him come I pray, I'll whip ye boy, I'll teach you to out face. Come, come, come, but one at once, ye dasterds come Keep the King's peace, I see you are both deceived, He that was last hear, was not Faukenbridge. They slander me, who says that I was hear? We do believe ye sir; nor do you think My brother Iohn deceived you of a chain. He did, I did deliver it with this hand. I'll die upon the slanderer, Let the boy come. I, let him come, let him come. Fellow, thou spak'st even now, as if prince Iohn Had been at some old Tavern in the town. I sir, I came up now, but from the Salutation, And a drawer that doth not use to lie, told me Prince Iohn hath been there all this after noon. The Devil in my likeness then is there. The Devil in thy likeness or thyself, Had my gold chain. Thou art the Devil, for thou Hadst my good sword, all these can witness it. God's Mother thou bely'st me. Give me the lie? Nay calm this fury, lets down to the Tavern, Or one, or both, these counterfeits are there. I know him well enough that had my chain, And there be two Iohns, if I find one there, be'r Lady, I will lay him fast. It is this Skinke that mocks us I believe. Alas poor Skink it is the Devil Gloster; Who if I be so happy once to find, I'll give contentment, to his troubled mind. I hope he's far enough, and free enough: Yet these conseytes I know delight his soul. Follow me Block, follow me honest Block. Much follow you, I have another piece of work in hand; I hear say Redcaps father shall be hanged this after noon, I'll see him slip a string though I give my service the slip; beside my Lady bade me hear his examination at his death: I'll get a good place, and pen it word for word, and as I like it, set out a mournful Ditty to the tune of Labandalashot, or row well ye Mariners, or somewhat as my muse shall me invoke. A charitable deed, God bless the King, He shall be then repreeved. I sir, some day or two, till the young King and Prince Iohn change it, especially if the good Earl be not found which God forbidden. What house is this that we are stepped into to read this warrant in? A Tavern sir, the Salutation, A Tavern? then I will turn prodigal, Call for a pint of Sack good fellow. Drawer? Anan sir. A pint of thy best Sack my pretty youth. God bless your worship sir, ye shall have the best in London sir. What know'st thou me? know'st thou old Faukenbridge? I am no Tavern hunter I can tell thee.
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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 1283–1331 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 50 in this edition
Length484 words · 640 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T29 — Disguise and pursuit in Look About You context only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.800 (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)
Come, let him come I pray, Ile whip yee boy, Ile teach you to out face. Come, come, come, but one at once, ye daſterds come Keepe the Kings peace, I ſee you are both deceau'd, He that was laſt heare, was not Faukenbridge. They ſlaunder me, who ſayes that I was heare? Wee doe beleeue ye ſir; nor doe you thinke My brother Iohn deceiu'd you of a chayne. He did, I did deliuer it with this hand. Ile dye vpon the ſlanderer, Let the boy come. I, let him come, let him come. Fellow, thou ſpakſt euen now, as if prince Iohn Had byn at ſome olde Tauerne in the towne. I ſir, I came vp now, but from the Salutation, And a drawer that doth not vſe to lye, tolde me Prince Iohn hath byn there all this after noone. The Deuill in my likeneſſe then is there. The Deuill in thy likeneſſe or thy ſelfe, Had my gold chaine. Thou art the Deuill, for thou Hadſt my good ſword, all theſe can witneſſe it. Gods Mother thou bely'ſt mee. Giue me the lye? Nay calme this fury, lets downe to the Tauerne, Or one, or both, theſe counterfeites are there. I know him well enough that had my chaine, And there be two Iohns, if I finde one there, Ber Lady, I will lay him faſt. It is this Skinke that mockes vs I beleeue. Alas poore Skink it is the Deuill Gloſter; Who if I be ſo happy once to finde, Ile giue contentment, to his troubled minde. I hope he's far enough, and free enough: Yet theſe conſeytes I know delight his ſoule. Followe me Blocke, follow me honeſt Blocke. Much follow you, I haue another peece of worke in hand; I heare ſay Redcaps father ſhall bee hanged this after noone, Ile ſee him ſlip a ſtring though I giue my ſeruice the ſlip; beſide my Lady bad me heare his examination at his death: Ile get a good place, and pen it word for word, and as I like it, ſet out a moornefull Dittie to the tune of Labandalaſhot, or rowe wel ye Marriners, or ſomwhat as my muſe ſhall me inuoke. A charytable deed, God bleſſe the King, He ſhall be then repreeued. I ſir, ſome day or two, till the young King and Prince Iohn chaunge it, eſpecially if the good Earle bee not found which God forbid. What houſe is this that wee are ſtept into to read this warrant in? A Tauerne ſir, the Salutation, A Tauerne? then I will turne prodigall, Call for a pint of Sacke good fellow. Drawer? Anan ſir. A pint of thy beſt Sacke my pretty youth. God bleſſe your worſhip ſir, ye ſhal haue the beſt in London ſir. What knowſt thou me? knowſt thou old Faukenbridge? I am no Tauerne hunter I can tell thee.