Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Look About You · chunk 41 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 0.88 · 492 words

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

I like her that she shunes temptation Prince Richard, but I bear with doting lovers, I should not take it well, that you urge me To such an office: but I bear with you, love's blind and mad, high to her boldly, try her; But if I know she yield, faith I'll defy her. I like thy honourable resolution, Gloster I pray thee pardon my entreat, it's men's custom; part part Gentle Prince, Farewell good Robin this gold I will borrow, Meet you at stepney pay you all to morrow, A dew Gloster, Farewell, be short; you gone, I hope to have a little sport Take heed mad Cousin. Tut tell not me of heed, He that's too wray never hath good speed. Whos's this old Lancaster my honoured friend? These knaves have served me well, left me alone, I have hunted fairly, lost my purse, my chain, My jewels, and been bangd by a bold knave, Clad in a Hermit's gown like an old man, O what a world is this? It's ill my Lord. he's come again, O knave 'tis the worse for thee, Keep from me, be content with that thou hast, And see thou fly this heath, for if I take thee, I'll make thee to all thieves aspectacle, Had my staff held, thou hadst not scaped me so, But come not near me, follow not thou art best, Holla, Earl Leyster, holla Huntsman ho? Upon my life, old Lancaster a Hunting, Hath met my fellow Hermit, could I meet him, I'd play rob thief, at least part stakes with him. Zounds he is yonder alone, Skinke now revenge thyself on yonder slave. Znayles still prevented? this same Redcap rogue Runs like hobgoblin up and down the heath. Wh wh wh whope He Hermit, ye ha' ha ma ma made Re Redcap run a fine co co compass, ha have you not? I made thee run? yonder's my evil Angel, were redcap gone, Gloster would conjure him. je je Iesus bl bless me, whop to to two Hermits? I'll ca ca caperclaw to to tone of ye, for more more mocking me, and I d d do not ha ha hang me: wh wh which is the fa fa false k k k knave? for I am s s sure the old He He Hermit woe would never more mock an honest man. he is the counterfeit he mocked thee fellow. I did not see thee in my life before, He wears my garments, and has coussoned me, Have you co co cozened the he Hermit and m made Redcap run to no pu pu purpose? No he's counterfeit I will tell no lies, As sure as Skinke deceived thee of thy clothes, Sent thee to Kent, gave thee thy fare by water, So sure he's false, and I the perfect Hermit, This villain is a conjuror I doubt, Were he the devil yet I would not budge,
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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 2287–2339 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 41 of 50 in this edition
Length492 words · 663 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T29 — Disguise and pursuit in Look About You context only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.883 (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)
I like her that ſhe ſhunes temptation Prince Richard, but I beare with doting louers, I ſhould not take it well, that you vrge me To ſuch an office: but I beare with you, Loue's blind and mad, hie to her boldly, try her; But if I know ſhe yeeld, faith Ile defie her. I like thy honorable reſolution, Gloſter I pray thee pardon my intreate, its mens cuſtome; part part Gentle Prince, Farwell good Robin this gold I will borrow, Meet you at ſtepney pay you all to morrow, A dew Gloſter, Farwell, be ſhort; you gone, I hope to haue a little ſport Take heed mad Cuz. Tut tell not me of heed, He that's too wray neuer hath good ſpeed. Whoſe this old Lancaſter my honoured frend? Theſe knaues haue ſeru'd me well, left me alone, I haue hunted fairely, loſt my purſe, my chaine, My Iewels, and bin bangd by a bold knaue, Clad in a Hermits gowne like an olde man, O what a world is this? Its ill my Lord. Hee's come againe, O knaue tis the worſe for thee, Keepe from me, be content with that thou haſt, And ſee thou flie this heath, for if I take thee, Ile make thee to all theeues aſpectacle, Had my ſtaffe held, thou hadſt not ſcaped me ſo, But come not neare me, follow not thou art beſt, Holla, Earle Leyſter, holla Huntſman hoe? Vppon my life, old Lancaſter a Hunting, Hath met my fellow Hermit, could I meet him, Ide play rob theefe, at leaſt part ſtakes with him. Zounds he is yonder alone, Skinke now reuenge thy ſelfe on yonder ſlaue. Znayles ſtill preuented? this ſame Redcap rogue Runs like hob-goblin vp and downe the heath. Wh wh wh whope He Hermit, ye ha ha ma ma made Re Redcap run a fine co co compaſſe, ha haue you not? I made thee run? Younders my euill Angell, were redcap gone, Gloſter would coniure him. Ie Ie Ieſus bl bleſſe me, whop to to two Hermits? Ile ca ca caperclaw to to tone of yee, for mo mo mocking me, and I d d doo not ha ha hang me: wh wh which is the fa fa falſe k k k knaue? for I am ſ ſ ſure the olde He He Hermit wo would neuer mo mocke an honeſt man. he is the counterfet he mockt thee fellow. I did not ſee thee in my life before, He weares my garments, and has couſſoned me, Haue you co co couſoned the he Hermit and m made Redcap run to no pu pu purpoſe? No he's counterfet I will tell no lyes, As ſure as Skinke deceiu'd thee of thy clothes, Sent thee to Kent, gaue thee thy fare by water, So ſure hee's falſe, and I the perfet Hermit, This villaine is a coniurer I doubt, Were he the deuill yet I would not budge,