Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye) · chunk 8 of 35

Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1605] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.80 · 476 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.

Diaboli vertus in Lumbis est, morrow my friend; come, I could make a tedious scene of this now but, what, pab, thou art in love with a Courtesan, why sir, should we loathe all strumpet assume men should hate their own mothers or sisters, a sin against kind I can tell you. May it beseem wise man to be in love? Let wise men alone, 'twill beseem thee and me well enough. Shall I not offend the vow band of our friendship? Wher to affect that rend affected by heaen I resigne her freely, the creature and I most growe of, by this time shee has assurely heard of my resolued marriage, and no question sweares, Gods Sacrament, en Towsand Diuells Ile resigne I faith. I would but embrace her, hear her speak, and at the most but kiss her. O friend he that could live with the smoke of roast meat might live at a cheap rate. I shall near prove heartily received, A kind of flat ungracious modesty, An insufficient dullness stains my haviour. No matter sir, insufficiency and sottishness are much commendable in a most discommendable action, now could I swallow thee, thou hadst wont to be so harsh and cold i'll tell thee. Hell and the prodigies of angry love are not so fearful to a thinking mind as a man without affection, why friend, Philosophy & a nature are all one, love, is the centre in which all lines close the common bond of being. O but a chaste reserved privateness, a modest continence, He tell thee what, take this as firmest sense, " In Continence will force a Continence, Heat wasteth heat, light defaceth light, " Nothing is spoiled but by his proper might, This is some thing too weighty for thy floor. But howsoe'er you shade it, the world's eye Shines not and open out, Lying, malice, envy, are held but fidyngs. Errors of rage, when custom and the world Calls lust a crime spotted with blackest terror.. Where errors are held Crimes, Crimes are but errors Along sir to her she is an arrant strumpet: & a strumpet is. A Sarpego: Venom de Gonory to man. Things actually possessed: yet since thou And again as good make use of a Statue, A body without a soul, a carcase three months dead, Yet since thou art in love. Death man, my destiny I cannot choose. Nay I hope so, again they fell but only flesh, No jot affection, so that even in the enjoying, Absentem marmore amque putes, yet since you needs must love, Unavoidable though folly, worse than madness. Its true, but since you needs most love, you must know this, He that must love, a fool, and he must kiss, Cocledemoy vt vales Domine. Ago tibi gratias, my worshipful friend, how does your friend? Out you rascal.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Dutch Courtesan (Cockle de Moye)
AuthorMarston, John
Publication year (edition)1605
First performance / composition (Annals)1605 [1603-1605]
First performance (BritDrama)1604 [summer] [1603-1605]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
TheaterBlackfriars;
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 501 · TCP A07065 · DEEP 391
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 242–280 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 35 in this edition
Length476 words · 663 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaint cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.801 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T2 · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Diaboli vertus in Lumbis eſt, morrow my frend; come, I could make a tedious ſcene of this now but, what, pab, thou art in loue with a Courtezan, why ſir, ſhould we loath all ſtrumpet aſume men ſhould hate their owne mothers or ſiſters, a ſinne againſt kinde I can tell you. May it be ſeeme a wiſe man to be in loue? Let wiſe men alone, twill beſeeme thee and me well enough. Shall I not offend the of our frendſhip? Wher to affect that rend affected by heaen I reſigne her freely, the creature and I moſt growe of, by this time ſhee has aſſurely heard of my reſolued marriage, and no queſtion ſweares, Gods Sacrament, en Towſand Diuells Ile reſigne I faith. I would but imbrace her, eare her ſpeake, and at the moſt but kiſſe her. O frend he that could liue with the ſmoake of roaſt ate might liue at a cheape rate. I ſhall neere prooue hartely receiued, A kinde of flat vngratious modeſty, An inſufficient dules ſtaines my hauiour. No matter ſir, In-ſufficiency and ſottiſhnes are much commendable in a moſt diſcommendable action, now could I ſwallow thee, thou hadſt wont to be ſo baſh and cold ile tell thee. Hell and the prodegies of angrie loue are not ſo fearefull to a thinking minde as a man without affectio, why frend, Philoſophie & a re are all one, lo, is the center in which all lines cloſe the common bonde of being. O but a chaſt reſerued priuatnes, a modeſt continence, He tell thee what, take this as firmeſt ſence, "In Continence will force a Continence, "Heae waſteth heate, light defaceth light, "Nothing is ſpoyled but by his proper might, This is ſome thing too waighty for thy floore▪ But how ſo ere you ſhade it, the worlds eye Shines not and open out, Lying, malice, enuie, are held but fidyngs. of rage, when cuſtome and the world Calls luſt a crime ſpotted with blackeſt terrore▪ Where errors are held Crimes, are but errors Along ſi to her ſhee is an rrand ſtrumpet: & a ſtrumpet is. A Sarpego Venom de to man. Things tually poſſeſſed: yet And againe as good make vſe of a Statue, A body without a ſoule, a carkaſſe three monethes dead, Yet ſince thou art in loue. Death man, my deſtiny I cannot chooſe. Nay I hope ſo, againe they fell but onely fleſh, No iot affection, ſo that euen in the enioying, Abſentem marmore amque ptes, yet ſince you needs muſt loue, Vnauoidable though folly, worſe then madnes. Its true, but ſince you needs mſt loue, you muſt know this, He that muſt loue, a foole, and he muſt kiſſe, Cocledemoy vt vales Domine. Ago tibi gratias, my worſhipfull friend, how do'es your friend? Out you raſcall.