Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Satiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet · chunk 22 of 44

Dekker, Thomas · published 1602 · first performed or written 1601 (Annals)
comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men and Children of Paul's (second)
unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 471 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.

Come Lady, you shall be my dancing guest. To tread the maze of music with the rest. I'll lead you in. A maze is like a doubt: 'tis easy to go in, hard to get out. We follow close behind. That measure's best. Now none marks us, but we mark all the rest. Father, and you my Bride; that name today, Wife, comes not till tomorrow: but omitting This interchanging of Languages; let us think Upon the King and night and call our spirits To a true reckoning; first to Arm our wits With complete steel of judgement, and our tongues, With sound artillery of Phrases: then Our Bodies must be motions; moving first What we speak: afterwards, our very knees Must humbly seem to talk, and suit out speech; For a true furnished courtier hath such force, Though his tongue faints, his very legs discourse. Son Terrill, thou hast drawn his picture right, For he's no full-made Courtier, nor well strung, That hath not every joint stuck with a tongue. Daughter, if Ladies say, that is the Bride, that's she, Gaze thou at none, for all will gaze at thee. Then, o my father must I go? O my husband Shall I then go? O myself, will I go? You must. You shall. I will, but give me leave, To say I may not, nor I ought not, say not Still, I must go, let me entreat I may not. You must and shall, I made a deed of gift, And gave my oath unto the King, I swore By thy true constancy. Then keep that word To swear by, O let me be constant still. What shall I cancel faith, and break my oath? If breaking constancy thou breakest them both. Thy constancy no evil can pursue. I may be constant still, and yet not true. As how? As thus, by violence detained, They may be constant still, that are constrained. Constrained? that word weighs heavy, yet my oath Weighs down that word; the kings thoughts are at odds, They are not even balanced in his breast; The King may play the man with me; nay more, Kings may usurp; my wife's a woman; yet 'tis more than I know yet, that know not her, If she should prove mankind, 'twere rare, fie, fie, See how I lose myself, amongst my thoughts, Thinking to find myself; my oath, my oath, I swear another, let me see, by what, By my long stocking, and my narrow skirts, Not made to sit upon, she shall to Court. I have a trick, a charm. that shall lay down The spirit of lust, and keep thee undeflowered; Thy husband's honour saved, and the hot King, Shall have enough too. Come, a trick, a charm. God keep thy honour safe, my blood from harm.
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PlaySatiromastix, or The Untrussing of the Humorous Poet
AuthorDekker, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1602
First performance / composition (Annals)1601
First performance (BritDrama)1601 [autumn]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men and Children of Paul's (second)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 444 · TCP A20081 · DEEP 344
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 658–718 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 44 in this edition
Length471 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T48 — Addressing a lady: love, desire and intimacy at 0.840
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)
Come Ladie, you shall be my dauncing guest. To treade the maze of musicke with the rest. Ile lead you in. A maze is like a doubt: Tis easie to goe in, hard to get out. We follow close behinde. That measure's best. Now none markes vs, but we marke all the rest. Father, and you my Bride; that name to day, Wife, comes not till to morrow: but omitting This enterchanging of Languages; let vs thinke Vpon the King and night and call our spirits To a true reckoning; first to Arme our wittes With compleat steele of Iudgement, and our tongs, With sound attillery of Phrases: then Our Bodies must bee motions; moouing first What we speake: afterwards, our very knees Must humbly seeme to talke, and sute out speech; For a true furnisht Cortyer hath such force, Though his tonge faints, his very legs discourse. Sonne Terrill, thou hast drawne his picture right, For hee's noe full-made Courtier, nor well strung, That hath not euery ioynt stucke with a tongue. Daughter, if Ladies say, that is the Bride, that's she, Gaze thou at none, for all will gaze at thee. Then, ô my father must I goe? O my husband Shall I then goe? O my selfe, will I goe? You must. You shall. I will, but giue me leaue, To say I may not, nor I ought not, say not Still, I must goe, let me intreate I may not. You must and shall, I made a deede of gift, And gaue my oath vnto the King, I swore By thy true constancy. Then keep that word To sweare by, O let me be constant still. What shall I cancell faith, and breake my oath? If breaking constancie thou breakst them both. Thy constancie no euill can pursue. I may be constant still, and yet not true. As how? As thus, by violence detain'd, They may be constant still, that are constrain'd. Constrain'd? that word weighs heauy, yet my oath Weighes downe that word; the kinges thoughts are at oddes, They are not euen ballanst in his brest; The King may play the man with me; nay more, Kings may vsurpe; my wife's a woman; yet Tis more then I know yet, that know not her, If she should prooue mankinde, twere rare, fye, fye, See how I loose my selfe, amongst my thoughts, Thinking to finde my selfe; my oath, my oath, I sweare another, let me see▪ by what, By my long stocking, and my narrow skirtes, Not made to sit vpon, she shall to Court. I haue a tricke, a charme▪ that shall lay downe The spirit of lust, and keep thee vndeflowred; Thy husbands honor sau'd, and the hot King, Shall haue enogh too▪ Come, a tricke, a charme. God keep thy honour safe, my bloud from harme.