Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Eastward Ho · chunk 39 of 47

Chapman, George / Jonson, Ben / Marston, John · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.77 · 466 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

I Madam, they were Knights of the Round-Table at Winchester, that sought Adventures, but these of the Square Table at Ordinaries, that sit at Hazard. True Sin, let him vanish And tell me, what shall we pawn next I mary, Madam, a timely consideration, for our Hosts (profane woman) has sworn by bread, & salt, she will not trust us another meal. Let it stink in her hand then: I'll not be beholding to her. Let me see, my jewels begone, & my Gowns, & my red velvet Petticoat, that I was married in, & my wedding silk stockings, & all thy best apparel, poor Sin. Good faith, rather them thou shouldest pawn a rag more, I'd lay my Ladyship in lavender, if I knew where. Alas, Madam, your Ladyship? ay, why? you do not scorn my Ladyship, though it is in a Waistcoat? God's my life, you are a Peate indeed! do I offer to mortgage my Ladyship, for you, and for your avail, and do you turn the Lip, and the Alas to my Ladyship? No Madam, but I make question, who will lend any thing upon it? Who? marry enough, I warrant you, if you'll seek 'em out. I'm sure I remember the time, when I would ha' given a thousand pound, (if I had had it) to have been a Lady; and I hope I was not bred and borne with that appetite alone: some other gentle-born o'the City, have the same longing I trust. And for my part, I would afford 'em a pennyworth, my Ladyship is little the worse, for the wearing, and yet I would bate a good deal of the sum. I would lend it (let me see) for 40 li. in hand, Sin, that would apparel us; and ten pound a year: that would keep me, and you, Sin, (with our needles) and we should never need to be beholding to our scurvy Parents? Good Lord, that there are no Fairies now adays, Sin. Why madam? To do Miracles, and bring ladies money. Sure, if we lay in a cleanly house, they would haunt it, Sin? I'll try. I'll sweep the Chamber soon at night, & set a dish of water o'the Hearth. A Fairy may come, and bring a Pearl, or a Diamond we do not know Sin? Or, there may be a pot of Gold hid o'the backside, if we had tools to dig for't? why may not we two rise early i'the morning (Sin) afore anybody is up, and find a jewel, i'the streets, worth a 100. li.? May not some great Court-Lady, as she comes from Revels at midnight, look out of her Coach, as 'tis running, and lose such a jewel, and we find it? Ha? They are pretty waking dreams; these.
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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 751–761 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 39 of 47 in this edition
Length466 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.773 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T5 · seed 44: T29 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I Madam, they were Knights of the Round-Table at Wincheſter, that ſought Aduētures, but theſe of the Square Table at Ordinaries, that ſit at Hazard. True Syn, let him vaniſh And tel me, what ſhal we pawne next I mary, Madā, a timely conſideration, for our Hoſtes (prophane woman) has ſworne by bread, & ſalt, ſhe will not truſt vs another meale. Let it ſtinke in her hand thē: Ile not be beholding to her. Let me ſee, my Iewels begone, & my Gownes, & my red veluet Petticote, that I was maried in, & my wedding ſilke ſtockings, & al thy beſt apparel, poore Syn. Good faith, rather thē thou ſhouldeſt pawne a ragge more, Il'd lay my Ladiſhip in lauender, if I knew where. Alas, Madam, your Ladiſhip? I, why? you do not ſcorne my Ladiſhip, though it is in a Waſtcoate? Gods my life, you are a Peate indeed! do I offer to morgage my Ladiſhip, for you, and for your auaile, and do you turne the Lip, and the Alas to my Ladiſhip? No Madam, but I make queſtion, who will lend any thing vpon it? Who? marry inow, I warrant you, if you'le ſeeke 'hem out. I'm ſure I remember the time, when I would ha' giuen a thouſand pound, (if I had had it) to haue bin a Ladie; and I hope I was not bred and borne with that appetite alone: ſome other gentle-borne o'the Citie, haue the ſame longing I truſt. And for my part, I would afford 'hem a peny'rth, my Ladiſhip is little the worſe, for the wearing, and yet I would bate a good deale of the ſumme. I would lend it (let me ſee) for 40 li in hand, Syn, that would apparrell vs; and ten pound a yeare: that would keepe me, and you, Syn, (with our needles) and wee ſhould neuer need to be beholding to our ſciruy Parents? Good Lord, that there are no Fayries now adayes, Syn. Why Madame? To doe Miracles, and bring Ladyes money. Sure, if we lay in a cleanly houſe, they would haunt it, Synne? Ile trie. Ile ſweepe the Chamber ſoone at night, & ſet a diſh of water o'the Hearth. A Fayrie may come, and bring a Pearle, or a Diamonde Wee do not know Syn? Or, there may be a pot of Gold hid o'the backe-ſide, if we had tooles to digge for't? why may not wee two riſe earely i'the morning (Syn) afore any body is vp, and find a Iewell, i'the ſtreets, worth a 100. li.? May not ſome great Court-Lady, as ſhe comes from Reuels at midnight, looke out of her Coach, as 'tis running, and looſe ſuch a Iewell, and wee finde it? Ha? They are prettie waking dreames; theſe.