Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Merry Wives of Windsor · chunk 20 of 23

Shakespeare, William · published 1602 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · before the Court
unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 487 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.

Rid away with your horses: After I came beyond Maidenhead, They fling me in a slow of mire, & away they ran. Where be my Host de gartyre? O here sir in perplexity. I cannot tell vad be dad, But begar I will tell you van ting, Dear be a Garmaine Duke come to de Court, Has cozened all de host of Branford, And Redding: begar I tell you for good will, Ha, ha, mine Host, am I even met you? Where is mine Host of the gartyr? Now my Host, I would desire you look you now, To have a care of your entertainments, For there is three sorts of cozen garmombles, Is cozen all the Host of Maidenhead & Readins, Now you are an honest man, and a scurvy beggarly lousy knave beside: And can point wrong places, I tell you for good will, grate why mine Host. I am cozened Hugh, and coy Bardolfe, Sweet knight assist me, I am cozened. Would all the worell were cozened for me, For I am cozened and beaten too. Well, I never prospered since I forswore Myself at Primero: and my wind Were but long enough to say my prayers, I'd repent, now from whence come you? From the two parties forsooth. The devil take the one party, And his dam the other, And they'll be both bestowed. I have endured more for their sakes, Then man is able to endure. O Lord sir, they are the sorowfulst creatures That ever lived: specially mistress Ford, Her husband hath beaten her that she is all Black and blue poor soul. What tellest me of black and blue, I have been beaten all the colours in the Rainbow, And in my escape like to a been apprehended For a witch of Brainford, and set in the stocks. Well sir, she is a sorrowful woman, And I hope when you hear my errant, You'll be persuaded to the contrary. Come go with me into my chamber, I'll hear thee. Speak not to me sir, my mind is heavy, I have had a great loss. Yet hear me, and as I am a gentleman, I'll give you a hundred pound toward your loss. Well sir I'll hear you, and at least keep your counsel. Then thus my host. 'tis not unknown to you, The fervent love I bear to young Anne Page, And mutally her love again to me: But her father still against her choice, Doth seek to marry her to foolish Slender, And in a rob of white this night disguised, Wherein fat Falstaff had a mighty scare, Must Slender take her and carry her to Catlen, And there unknown to any, marry her. Now her mother still against that match, And firm for Doctor Cayus, in a rob of red By her device, the Doctor must steal her thence, And she hath given consent to go with him.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Merry Wives of Windsor
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1602
First performance / composition (Annals)1597 [Apr 23]
First performance (BritDrama)1597 [1597-1602] [revised after 1606]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 425 · TCP A11983 · DEEP 328
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 1049–1111 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 23 in this edition
Length487 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T13 — Knights, squires and ladies at 0.750
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Rid away with your horses: After I came beyond Maidenhead, They flung me in a slow of myre, & away they ran. Where be my Host de gartyre? O here sir in perplexitie. I cannot tell vad be dad, But begar I will tell you van ting, Dear be a Garmaine Duke come to de Court, Has cosened all de host of Branford, And Redding: begar I tell you for good will, Ha, ha, mine Host, am I euen met you? Where is mine Host of the gartyr? Now my Host, I would desire you looke you now, To haue a care of your entertainments, For there is three sorts of cosen garmombles, Is cosen all the Host of Maidenhead & Readings, Now you are an honest man, and a scuruy beggerly lowsie knaue beside: And can point wrong places, I tell you for good will, grate why mine Host. I am cosened Hugh, and coy Bardolfe, Sweet knight assist me, I am cosened. Would all the worell were cosened for me, For I am cousoned and beaten too. Well, I neuer prospered since I forswore My selfe at Primero: and my winde Were but long inough to say my prayers, Ide repent, now from whence come you? From the two parties forsooth. The diuell take the one partie, And his dam the other, And theyle be both bestowed. I haue endured more for their sakes, Then man is able to endure. O Lord sir, they are the sorowfulst creatures That euer liued: specially mistresse Ford, Her husband hath beaten her that she is all Blacke and blew poore soule. What tellest me of blacke and blew, I haue bene beaten all the colours in the Rainbow, And in my escape like to a bene apprehended For a witch of Brainford, and set in the stockes. Well sir, she is a sorrowfull woman, And I hope when you heare my errant, Youle be perswaded to the contrarie. Come goe with me into my chamber, Ile heare thee. Speake not to me sir, my mind is heauie, I haue had a great losse. Yet heare me, and as I am a gentleman, Ile giue you a hundred pound toward your losse. Well sir Ile heare you, and at least keep your counsell. Thē thus my host. Tis not vnknown to you, The feruent loue I beare to young Anne Page, And mutally her loue againe to mee: But her father still against her choise, Doth seeke to marrie her to foolish Slender, And in a robe of white this night disguised, Wherein fat Falstaffe had a mightie scare, Must Slender take her and carrie her to Catlen, And there vnknowne to any, marrie her. Now her mother still against that match, And firme for Doctor Cayus, in a robe of red By her deuice, the Doctor must steale her thence, And she hath giuen consent to goe with him.