Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Eastward Ho · chunk 14 of 47

Chapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 509 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.

I'll out of this wicked town as fast as my horse can trot: Here's now no good action for a man to spend his time in. Taverns grow dead; Ordinaries are blown up; Plays are at a stand; Houses of Hospitality at a fall; not a Feather waving, nor a Spur jingling anywhere: I'll away instantly. you'd best take some crowns in your purse Knight, or else your Eastward Castle will smoke but miserably. O Francke! my castle? Alas all the Castles I have, are built with air, thou know'st. I know it Knight, and therefore wonder whether your Lady is going. Faith to seek her Fortune I think. I said I had a castle and land Eastward, and Eastward she will without contradiction; her coach, and the coach of the Sun must meet full butt: And the Sun being out shined with her Lady-ships glory, she fears he goes Westward to hang himself. And I fear, when her enchanted Castle becomes invisible, her Ladyship will return and follow his example. O that she would have the grace, for I shall never be able to pacific her, when she sees herself deceived so. As easily as can be. Tell her she mistook your directions, and that shortly, yourself will down with her to approve it; and then, cloth but her croupper in a new Gown, and you may drive her any way you list: for these women Sir, are like Essex Calves, you must wriggle 'em on by the tail still, or they will never drive orderly. But alas sweet Francke, thou know'st my ability will not furnish her blood with those costly humours. Cast that cost on me Sir, I have spoken to my old pander Security, for money or commodity; and commodity (if you will) I know he will procure you. Commodity! Alas what commodity? Why Sir? what say you to Figs, and raisins? A plague of Figs and raisins, and all such frail commodities, we shall make nothing of 'em. Why then Sir, what say you to forty pound in roasted Beef? Out upon't, I have less stomach to that, then to the Figs and raisins: I'll out of Town, though I sojourn with a friend of mine, for stay here I must not; my creditors have laid to arrest me, and I have no friend under heaven but my Sword to bail me. God's me Knight, put 'em in sufficient sureties, rather than let your Sword bail you; Let 'em take their choice, either the king's Bench, or the Fleet, or which of the two Counters they like best, for by the Lord I like none of 'em. Well Frank there is no jesting with my earnest necessity; thou know'st if I make not present money to further my voyage begun all's lost, and all I have laid out about it. Why then Sir in earnest, if you can get your wise Lady to set her hand to the sale of her Inheritance, the blood hound Security will smell out ready money for you instantly.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayEastward Ho
AuthorChapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John
Publication year (edition)1605
First performance / composition (Annals)1605
First performance (BritDrama)1605 [1604-1605]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
TheaterBlackfriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 514 · TCP A18407 · DEEP 403
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 223–240 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 47 in this edition
Length509 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T13 — Knights, squires and ladies at 0.766
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)
Ile out of this wicked towne as faſt as my horſe can trot: Here's now no good action for a man to ſpend his time in. Tauerns growe dead; Ordinaries are blowne vp; Playes are at a ſtand; Howſes of Hoſpitallitie at a fall; not a Feather wauing, nor a Spurre gingling any where: Ile away inſtantlie. Y'ad beſt take ſome crownes in your purſe Knight, or elſe your Eaſtward Caſtle will ſmoake but miſerably. O Francke! my caſtle? Alas all the Caſtles I haue, are built with ayre, thou know'ſt. I know it Knight, and therefore wonder whether your Lady is going. Faith to ſeeke her Fortune I thinke. I ſaid I had a caſtle and land Eaſtward, and Eaſtward ſhe will without contradiction; her coach, and the coach of the Sunne muſt meete full butt: And the Sunne being out ſhined with her Lady-ſhips glorie, ſhe feares hee goes Weſtward to hange himſelfe. And I feare, when her enchanted Caſtle becomes inuiſible, her Ladyſhip will returne and follow his example. O that ſhe would haue the grace, for I ſhall neuer be able to pacific her, when ſhe ſees her ſelfe deceiued ſo. As eaſely as can be. Tell her ſhe miſtooke your directions, and that ſhortly, your ſelfe will downe with her to approoue it; and then, cloath but her croupper in a new Gowne, and you may driue her any way you liſt: for theſe womē Sir, are like Eſſex Calues, you muſt wriggle 'hem on by the tayle ſtill, or they will neuer driue orderly. But alas ſweet Francke, thou know'ſt my habilitie will not furniſh her bloud with thoſe coſtly humors. Caſt that coſt on me Sir, I haue ſpoken to my olde Pandare Securitie, for money or commoditie; and commoditie (if you will) I know he will procure you. Commoditie! Alas what commoditie? Why Sir? what ſay you to Figges, and Rayſons? A plague of Figges and Rayſons, and all ſuch fraile commodities, we ſhall make nothing of 'hem. Why then Sir, what ſay you to Fortie pound in roſted Beefe? Out vpon't, I haue leſſe ſtomacke to that, then to the Figges and Rayſons: Ile out of Towne, though I ſoiourne with a friend of mine, for ſtaye here I muſt not; my creditors haue laide to arreſt me, and I haue no friend vnder heauen but my Sword to baile me. Gods me Knight, put 'hem in ſufficient ſureties, rather then let your Sworde bayle you; Let 'hem take their choice, eyther the Kings Benche, or the Fleete, or which of the two Counters they like beſt, for by the Lord I like none of 'hem. Well Francke there is no ieſting with my earneſt neceſſitie; thou know'ſt if I make not preſent money to further my voyage begun all's loſt, and all I haue laid out about it. Why then Sir in earneſt, if you can get your wiſe Lady to ſether hand to the ſale of her Inheritance, the bloud hound Securitie will ſmell out ready money for you inſtantly.