How a Man May Choose a Good Wife from a Bad · chunk 22 of 43
Anonymous · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 [c.1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Worcester's Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.79 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
A diew. Come let us go, I long to see What the event of this new jest will be. Good morrow gentlemen, saw you not this way As you were walking, Sir Aminadab? M. Arthur as I take it. Sir the same. Sir I desire you more familiar love, Would I could bid myself unto your house, For I have wished for your acquaintance long. Sweet M. Anselm I desire yours too: Will you come dine with me at home to morrow, You shall be welcome I assure you sir. I fear sir I shall prove too bold a guest. You shall be welcome if you bring your friend. O Lord sir, we shall be too troublesome. Nay now I will enforce a promise from you, Shall I expect you? Yes with all my heart. A thousand thanks. Yonder's the schoolmaster. So till tomorrow twenty times farewell. I double all your farewells twenty fold. O this acquaintance was well scraped of me, By this my Love tomorrow I shall see. This poison shall by force expel, Amorem love, Infernum hell. Per hoc venenum ego I, For my sweet lovely Lass will die. What do I hear of poison, which sweet means Must make me a brave frolic widower? It seems the doting fool being forlorn Hath got some compound mixture, in despair To end his desperate fortunes and his life: I'll get it from him, and with this make way To my wives night, and to my loves fair day. In nomine domine, friends farewell: I know death comes here's such a smell. Pater & matter, father and mother, Frater & soror, sister and brother, And my sweet Mary, not these drugs, Do send me to the Infernal bugs, But thy unkindness, so adieu, Hobgoblins now I come to you. Hold man I say, what will the mad mad do? I have I got thee, thou shalt go with me: No more of that, fie Sir Minadab Destroy yourself: If I but hear hereafter You practise such revenge upon yourself, All your friends shall know that for a wench, A paltry wench, you would have killed yourself. O tace queso, do not name This frantic deed of mine for shame: My sweet magister not a word, I'll neither drown me in a ford Nor give my neck such a scope, To embrace it with a hempen rope; I'll die no way till nature will me, And death come with his dart and kill me. If what is past you will conceal, And nothing to the world reveal, Nay as Quintilian said of yore, I'll strive to kill myself no more. On that condition I'll conceal this deed, To morrow pray come and dine with me: For I have many strangers, 'mongst the rest, Some are desirous of your company. You will not fail me?
nodes 1211–1276 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 43 in this edition
Length
474 words · 612 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.790 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
A diew. Come let vs goe, I long to see What the euent of this new Iest will bee. Good morrow gentlemen, saw you not this way As you were walking, Sir Aminadab? M. Arthur as I take it. Sir the same. Sir I desire you more familiar loue, Would I could bid my selfe vnto your house, For I haue wisht for your acquaintance long. Sweet M. Anselme I desire yours too: Wil you come dine with me at home to morow, You shall be welcome I assure you sir. I feare sir I shall proue too bold a guest. You shal be welcome if you bring your friend. O Lord sir, we shall be too troublesome. Nay now I will inforce a promise from you, Shall I expect you? Yes with all my heart. A thousand thankes. Yonders the schoolemaister. So till to morrow twentie times farewell. I double all your farewels twentie fold. O this acquaintance was well scrapte of me, By this my Loue to morrow I shall see. This poyson shall by force expell, Amorem loue, Infernum hell. Per hoc venenum ego I, For my sweet louely Lasse will die. What do I hear of poison, which sweet means Must make me a braue frolick widower? It seemes the doting foole being forlorne Hath got some compound mixture, in dispaire To end his desperate fortunes and his life: Ile get it from him, and with this make way To my wiues night, and to my Loues faire day. In nomine domine, friends farewell: I know death comes here's such a smell. Pater & mater, father and mother, Frater & soror, sister and brother, And my sweet Mary, not these drugges, Do send me to the Infernall bugges, But thy vnkindnesse, so adieu, Hob-goblins now I come to you. Hold man I say, what wil the mad mad do? I haue I got thee, thou shalt goe with me: No more of that, fie Sir Minadab Destroy your selfe: If I but heare hereafter You practice such reuenge vpon your selfe, All your friends shall know that for a wench, A paltry wench, you would haue kild your selfe. O tace queso, do not name This frantick deed of mine for shame: My sweet magister not a word, Ile neither drowne me in a ford Nor giue my necke such a scope, To imbrace it with a hempen rope; Ile die no way till nature will me, And death come with his dart and kill me. If what is past you will conceale, And nothing to the world reueale, Nay as Quintillian said of yore, Ile striue to kill my selfe no more. On that condition Ile conceale this deed, To morow pray come and dine with me: For I haue many strangers, mongst the rest, Some are desirous of your company. You will not faile me?