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The Merry Wives of Windsor · chunk 7 of 42

Shakespeare, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1597 [Apr 23] (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 506 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

What, Iohn Rugby, I pray thee go to the Casement, and see if you can see my Master, Master Doctor Caius coming; if he do (I'faith) and find any body in the house; here will be an old abusing of God's patience, and the Kings English. I'll go watch. Go, and we'll have a posset for't soon at night, (in faith) at the latter end of a Sea-cole-fire: An honest, willing, kind fellow, as ever servant shall come in house withal: & I warrant you, no tell-tale, nor no breedebate: his worst fault is, that he is given to prayer; he is something peevish that way: but no body but has his fault: but let that pass. Peter Simple, you say your name is? I, for fault of a better. And Master Slender's your Master? I forsooth. Does he not wear a great round Beard, like a glover's paring-knife? No forsooth, he hath but a little wee-face; with a little yellow Beard, a Cain coloured Beard. A softtly-sprighted man, is he not? I forsooth, but he is as tall a man of his hands, as any is between this and his head; he hath fought with a Warrener. How say you; oh, I should remember him, does he not hold up his head (as it were?) and strut in his gate? Yes indeed does he. Well, heaven send Anne Page, no worse fortune, Tell Master Parson, Euans, I will do what I can for your Master; Anne is a good girl, and I wish— Out alas, here comes my Master. We shall all be shent; Run in here, good young man, go into this closet: he will not stay long? what Iohn Rugby? John; what John I say? Go John, go inquire for my Master, I doubt he be not well, that he comes not home, (and down, down, downe'a, etc. Vat is you sing? I do not like des-toyes, pray you go and fetch me in my Closst, unboyteene verd; a Box, a greene-a-Box; do intent vat I speak? greene-a-Box. I forsooth i'll fetch it you: I am glad he went not in himself: if he had found the young man he would have been horn-mad. Fe, fe, fe, fe, may foy, il fait for chando, le man voi a le Court la grand affairs. Is it this Sir? Ouy mette le au mon pocket, de-peech quickly: Vere is dat knave Rugby? What Iohn Rugby, John? Here Sir. You are Iohn Rugby, and you are Iacke Rugby; Come, take your Rapier, and come after my heel to the Court. 'Tis ready Sir, here in the Porch. By my trot, I tarry too long, od's-me: que ay ie oublie dear is some Simples in my closet, dat I vill not for the world I shall leave behind. Ay, he'll find the young man there, and be mad▪ O Diable, Diable; vat is in my closet? Villain, laroone; Rugby, my Rapier. Good Master be content. Wherefore shall I be content? The young man is an honest man.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Merry Wives of Windsor
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1630
First performance / composition (Annals)1597 [Apr 23]
First performance (BritDrama)1597 [1597-1602] [revised after 1606]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 428 · TCP A11988 · DEEP 330
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 201–232 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 42 in this edition
Length506 words · 737 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.800
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)
What, Iohn Rugby, I pray thee goe to the Caſement, and ſee if you can ſee my Maſter, Maſter Doctor Caius comming; if he do (I'faith) and finde any body in the houſe; here will be an old abuſing of Gods patience, and the Kings Engliſh. Ile goe watch. Goe, and we'll haue a poſſet for't ſoone at night, (in faith) at the latter end of a Sea-cole-fire: An honeſt, willing, kinde fellow, as euer ſeruant ſhall come in houſe withall: & I warrant you, no tel-tale, nor no breedebate: his worſt fault is, that he is giuen to prayer; hee is ſomething peeuiſh that way: but no body but has his fault: but let that paſſe. Peter Simple, you ſay your name is? I, for fault of a better. And Maſter Slender's your Maſter? I forſooth. Do's he not weare a great round Beard, like a Glouers paring-knife? No forſooth, he hath but a little wee-face; with a little yellow Beard, a Caine colourd Beard. A ſofttly-ſprighted man, is he not? I forſooth, but he is as tall a man of his hands, as any is betweene this and his head; hee hath fought with a Warrener. How ſay you; oh, I ſhould remember him, do's hee not hold vp his head (as it were?) and ſtrut in his gate? Yes indeede do's he. Well, heauen ſend Anne Page, no worſe fortune, Tell Maſter Parſon, Euans, I will doe what I can for your Maſter; Anne is a good girle, and I wiſh— Out alas, here comes my Maſter. Wee ſhall all be ſhent; Run in here, good young man, goe into this Cloſſet: hee will not ſtay long? what Iohn Rugby? Iohn; what Iohn I ſay? goe Iohn, goe enquire for my Maſter, I doubt hee be not well, that hee comes not home, (and downe, downe, downe'a, &c. Vat is you ſing? I doe not like des-toyes, pray you goe and vetch me in my Cloſſt, vnboyteene verd; a Box, a greene-a-Box; do intend vat I ſpeake? greene-a-Box. I forſooth ile fetch it you: I am glad hee went not in himſelfe: if hee had found the yong man he would haue beene horne-mad. Fe, fe, fe, fe, mai foy, il fait for chando, le man voi a le Court la grand affaires. Is it this Sir? Ouy mette le au mon pocket, de-peech quickly: Vere is dat knaue Rugby? What Iohn Rugby, Iohn? Here Sir. You are Iohn Rugby, and you are Iacke Rugby; Come, take your Rapier, and come after my heele to the Court. 'Tis ready Sir, here in the Porch. By my trot, I tarry too long, od's-me: que ay ie oublie dere is ſome Simples in my Cloſſet, dat I vill not for the varld I ſhall leaue behinde. Ay-me, he'll finde the yong man there, and be mad▪ O Diable, Diable; vat is in my Cloſſet? Villaine, La-roone; Rugby, my Rapier. Good Maſter be content. Wherefore ſhall I be content-a? The yong man is an honeſt man.