Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The London Prodigal · chunk 11 of 32

Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals)
comedy · King's Men
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 491 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Master, here is a man would speak with master Oliver, he comes from young master Flowerdale. Why Chill speak with him, Chill speak with him. Nay son Oliver, i'll surely see, What young Flowerdale hath sent to you. I pray God it be no quarrel. Why man if he quarrel with me, Chill give him his hands full. God save you good sir Lancelot. Welcome honest friend. To you and yours my master wisheth health, But unto you sir this, and this he sends: There is the length sir of his rapier, And in that paper shall you know his mind. Here Chill meet him my vreend, Chill meet him. Meet him, you shall not meet the Ruffian fie. And I do not meet him, Chill give you leave to call M cut, where ist syrrha? where ist? where isl? The letter shows both the time and place, And if you be a man, then keep your word. Sir he shall not keep his word, he shall not meet. Why let him choose, he'll be the better known For a base rascal, and reputed so. Zyrrha, zyrrha: and 'twear not an old fellow, and sent after an arrant, Chil give thee something, but chud be no money: But hold thee, for I see thou art somewhat testorne, hold thee, there's vorty shillings, bring thy master a veeld, Chil give thee vorty more, look thou bring him, Chil mall him tell him, Chill mar his dancing trestles, Chil use him, he was near so used since his dam bound his head, Chill make him for capering any more chy vor thee. You seem a man, stout and resolute, And I will so report, whate'er befall. And fall out ill, assure thy master this, I'll make him fly the land, or use him worse. My master sir, deserves not this of you, And that you'll shortly find. Thy master is an unthrift, you a knave, And i'll attach you first, next clap him up: Or have him bound unto his good behaviour. I wood you were a sprite if you do him any harm for this: And you do, chil near see you, nor any of yours, while Chill have eyes open: what do you think, Chil be a-baffled up and down the town for a mesel, and a scoundrel, no chy bor you: zyrrha Chil come, zay no more, Chil come tell him. Well sir, my Master deserves not this of you, And that you'll shortly find. No matter, he's an unthrift, I defy him. No, gentle son, let me know the place. Now chy vore you. Let me see the note. Nay, Chill watch you for zucth a trick. But if che meet him zoe, if not, zoe: Chhill make him know me, or Chill know why I shall not, Chill vare the worse. What will you then neglect my daughter's love? Venture your state and hers, for a loose brawl?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe London Prodigal
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1605
First performance / composition (Annals)1604 [1603-1605]
First performance (BritDrama)1604 [1603-1605]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 521 · TCP A12023 · DEEP 410
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 438–479 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 32 in this edition
Length491 words · 672 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.743
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)
Maister, here is a man would speake with maister O, he comes from young maister Flowerdale. Why chill speake with him, chill speake with him. Nay sonne Oliuer, ile shurely see, What young Flowerdale hath sent to you. I pray God it be no quarrell. Why man if he quarrell with me, chill giue him his hands full. God saue you good syr Lancelot. Welcome honest friend. To you and yours my maister wisheth health, But vnto you syr this, and this he sendes: There is the length syr of his rapier, And in that paper shall you know his mind. Here chill meet him my vreend, chill meet him. Meet him, you shall not meet the Ruffin fye. And I doe not meete him, chill giue you leaue to call M cut, where ist syrrha? where ist? where isl? The letter showes both the time and place, And if you be a man, then keepe your word. Syr he shal not keepe his word, he shal not meet. Why let him choose, heele be the better knowne For a base rascall, and reputed so. Zyrrha, zyrrha: and tweare not an old fellow, and sent after an arrant, giue thee something, but chud be no mony: But hold thee, for I see thou art somewhat testorne, holde thee, theres vortie shillings, bring thy maister a , chil giue thee vortie more, looke thou bring him, chil mall him tell him, chill mar his dauncing tressels, chil vse him, he was nere so vsed since his dam bound his head, chill make him for capyring any more chy vor thee. You seeme a man, stout and resolute, And I will so report, what ere befall. And fall out ill, ashurethy maister this, Ile make him flye the land, or vse him worse. My maister syr, deserues not this of you, And that youle shortly finde. Thy maister is an vnthrift, you a knaue, And ile attache you first, next clap him vp: Or haue him bound vnto his good behauiour. I wood you were a sprite if you do him any harme for this: And you doe, nere see you, nor any of yours, while chill haue eyes open: what doe you thinke, chil be abaffelled vp and downe the towne for a messell, and a scoundrel, no chy bor you: zyrrha chil come, zay no more, chil come tell him. Well sir, my Maister deserues not this of you, And that youle shortly finde. No matter, he's an vnthrift, I defie him. No, gentle sonne, let me know the plac. Now chy vore you. Let me see the note. Nay, chill watch you for zucth a tricke. But if che meet him zoe, if not, zoe: chill make him knowe me, or chill know why I shall not, chill vare the worse. What will you then neglect my daughters loue? Venture your state and hers, for a loose brawle?