Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Patient Grissel · chunk 27 of 40

Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William · published 1603 · first performed or written 1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment] (Annals)
comedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men
unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 481 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

Away with her I say. Away, away? Nothing but that cold comfort we'll obey, Heaven smile upon my Lord with gracious eye, Drive her hence Lepido. Good madam hence. Thus tyranny oppresseth innocence, Thy looks seem heavy, but thy heart is light, For villains laugh when wrong oppresseth right. Must we then be driven hence: Oh see my Lord, Sweet pretty fools they both smiled at that word. They smile as who should say indeed indeed, Your tongue cries hence, but your heart's not agreed, Can you thus part from them? in truth I know, Your true love cannot let these infants go. she'll triumph over me do what I can. Good madam hence. Oh send one gracious smile Before we leave this place: turn not away, Do but look back, let us but once more see Those eyes, whose beams shall breathe new souls in three, It is enough now we'll depart in joy, Nay be not you so cruel, should you two Be thus driven hence, trust me I'd pity you. Disrobe her presently. It shall be done. To work some good deed thus you would not run. Oh Grissel in large Characters of gold, Thy virtuous sacred fame shall be enrolled, Tell me thy judgement Furio of my wife? I think my Lord she's a true woman, for she loves her children, a rare wife, for she loves you, (I believe you'll hardly find her match) and I think she's more than a woman, because she conqueres all wrongs by patience. Yet once more will I try her, presently I'll have thee go to old Ianicola's, And take her children from her, breed some doubt, (By speeches) in her, that her eyes shall never Behold them more: bear them to Pavia, Commend us to our brother, say from us, That we desire him with all kind respect, To nurse the infants, and withal conceal, Their parentage from any mortal ear, I charge thee on thy life reveal not this, I charge thee on thy life, be like thy name, (When thou comest to her) rough and furious. Well, I will: It's far from Saluce to Pavia, the children will cry, I have no teats you know, 'twere good you thought upon it. There's gold. That's good. Provide them nurses. That's better, I will and I can. Away, though I dare trust thy secrecy, Yet will I follow thee in some disguise, And try thy faith, and Grissel's constancy: If thou abide unblemished, than I swear, A have found two wonders that are seldom rise, A trusty servant, and a patient wife. Father how fare you? Very well my son, This labour is a comfort to my age, The marquis hath to me been merciful, In sending me from Courtly delicates, To taste the quiet of this country life. Call him not merciful, his tyranny Exceeds the most inhuman.
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PlayPatient Grissel
AuthorDekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Haughton, William
Publication year (edition)1603
First performance / composition (Annals)1600 [Oct 16-Dec 29, payment]
First performance (BritDrama)1600 [Feb]
Company (BritDrama)Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 456 · TCP A20077 · DEEP 353
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1178–1239 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 40 in this edition
Length481 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants at 0.781
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)
Away with her I say. Away, away? Nothing but that colde comfort wee'll obay, Heauen smile vpon my Lord with gratious eye, Driue her hence Lepido. Good Madame hence. Thus tyranny oppresseth innocence, Thy lookes seeme heauy, but thy heart is light, For villaines laugh when wrong oppresseth right. Must we then be driuen hence: Oh see my Lord, Sweet prettie fooles they both smil'd at that word. They smile as who should say indeede indeede, Your tongue cryes hence, but your heart's not agree'd, Can you thus part from them? in truth I know, Your true loue cannot let these infants goe. Shee'll tryumph ouer me doe what I can. Good Madame hence. Oh send one gratious smile Before we leaue this place: turne not away, Doe but looke backe, let vs but once more see Those eyes, whose beames shall breath new soules in three, It is enough now weele depart in ioy, Nay be not you so cruell, should you two Be thus driuen hence, trust me Ide pitty you. Disrobe her presently. It shall be done. To worke some good deede thus you would not runne. Oh Grissill in large Carracters of golde, Thy vertuous sacred fame shall be enroulde, Tell me thy iudgement Furio of my wife? I thinke my Lord shee's a true woman, for shee loues her children, a rare wife, for shee loues you, (I beleeue you'll hardly finde her match) and I thinke shee's more then a woman, because shee conqueres all wrongs by patience. Yet once more will I trye her, presently Ile haue thée goe to olde Ianicolaes, And take her children from her, breed some doubt, (By speeches) in her, that her eyes shall neuer Beholde them more: beare them to Pauia, Commend vs to our brother, say from vs, That we desire him with all kinde respect, To nurse the infants, and withall conceale, Their parentage from any mortall eare, I charge thee on thy life reueale not this, I charge thee on thy life, be like thy name, (When thou comst to her) rough and furious. Well, I will: It's far from Saluce to Pauia, the children will cry, I haue no teates you know, twere good you thought vpon it. There's golde. That's good. Prouide them nurses. That's better, I will and I can. Away, though I dare trust thy secrecy, Yet will I follow thee in some disguise, And try thy faith, and Grissils constancy: If thou abide vnblemisht, then I sweare, A haue found two wonders that are sildome rise, A trusty seruant, and a patient wife. Father how fare you? Uery well my sonne, This labour is a comfort to my age, The Marquesse hath to me been mercifull, In sending me from Courtly delicates, To taste the quiet of this country life. Call him not mercifull, his tyranny Exceedes the most inhumaine.