Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The London Prodigal · chunk 26 of 32

Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1605] (Annals)
comedy · King's Men
unassigned nearest T52 Prodigals, portions and poor kin · 506 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T52: brother, father, uncle, cousin, son, poor, bread, old, given, master.

O he is worse than bad, I prithee leave him, And let not once thy heart to think on him. Do not persuade me, once to such a thought, Imagine yet, that he is worse than nought: Yet one lovers time, may all that ill undo, That all his former life, did run into. Therefore kind sister do not disclose my estate, If ere his heart doth turn, 'tis near too late. Well, seeing no counsel can remove your mind, I'll not disclose you, that art wilful blind. Delia, I thank you, I now must please her eyes, My sister Frances, neither fair nor wise. On goes he that knows no end of his journey, I have passed the very utmost bounds of shifting, I have no course now but to hang myself: I have lived since yesterday two o'clock, of a Spice-cake I had at a burial: and for drink, I got it at an Alehouse among Porters, as Will bear out a man, if he have no money indeed. I mean out of their companies, for they are men Of good carriage. Who comes here? The two coney-catchers, that won all my money of me. I'll try if they'll lend me any. What M. Richard how do you? How dost thou Rafe? By God gentlemen the world Grows bare with me, will you do as much as lend Me an Angel between you both, you know you Won a hundred of me the other day. How, an Angel? God damn us if we lost not every Penny, within an hour after thou wert gone. I prithee lend me so much as will pay for my supper, I'll pay you again, as I am a Gentleman. i'faith, we have have not a farthing, not a mite: I wonder at it M. Flowerdale, You will so carelessly undo yourself, Why you will lose more money in an hour, Than any honestman spend in a year, For shame betake you to some honest Trade, And live not thus so like a Vagabond. A Vagabond indeed, more villains you: They gave me counsel that first cozened me: Those Devils first brought me to this I am, And being thus, the first that do me wrong. Well, yet I have one friend left in store, Not far from hence, there dwells a cockatrice, One that I first put in a satin gown, And not a tooth that dwell within her head, But stands me at the least in 20. pound: Her will I visit now my coin is gone, And as I take it here dwells the Gentlewomen. What ho, is mistress apricot within? What saucy Rascal is that which knocks so bold, O, is it your old spendthrift, are you here? One' that is turned Cozoner about the to ▪ My Mistress saw you, and sends this word by me. Either be packing quickly from the door, Or you shall have such a greeting sent you straight, As you will little like on, you had best be gone.
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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 1210–1267 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 32 in this edition
Length506 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T52 — Prodigals, portions and poor kin at 0.834
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)
O hee is worse then bad, I him▪ And let not once thy heart to thinke on him. Do not perswade me, once to thought, Imagine yet, that he is worse then naught: Yet one louers time, may all that ill vndo, That all his former life, did run into▪ Therefore kind sister doe not disclose my estate, If ere his heart doth turne, tis nere too late. Well, seeing no counsell can remoue your mind, Ile not disclose you, that art wilfull blinde. Delia, I thank you, I now must please hereies, My sister Frances, neither faire nor wise. On goes he that knowes no end of his iourney, I haue passed the bounds of shifting, I haue no course now but to hang my selfe: I haue liued since yesterday two a clocke, of a Spice-cake I had at a buriall▪ and for drinke, I got it at an Ale-house among , as Will beare out a man, if he haue no mony indeed. I meane out of their companyes, they are men Of good carriage. Who comes heere? The two Conycatchers, that woon all my mony of me. Ile trie if thaylelend me any. What M. Richard how doe you? How doest thou Rafe? By God gentleme the world Growes bare with m, will you do as much as lend Me an Angel you both, you know you Won a hundred of me the other day. Ho ▪ Angel? God damb vs if we lost not euery Peny, within an after thou wer gone. I prethy lend me so much as will pay for my supper, Ile pay you againe, as I am a Gentleman. I faith, we haue haue not a farthing, not a myte: I▪ wonder at it Flowerdale, You will so carelesly vndo your selfe, Why you will loose more mony in an houre, Then any honestman spend in a yeare, For shame betake you to some honest Trade, And liue not thus so like a Vagabond. A Vagabond indeed, more villaines you They gaue me counsell that me: Those Diuels first brought me to this I am, And being thus, the first that doe me wrong. Well, yet I haue one friend left in store, Not farre from hence, there dwels a Cokatryce, One that I first put in a satten gowne, And not a tooth that dwell within her head, But stands me at the least in 20▪ pound: Her will I visite now my coyne is gone, And as I take it heere dwelles the Gentlewomen. What ho, is Mistesse within? What sawfie Rascall is that which knocks so bold, O, is it you old spend▪ thrist, are you here? One' that is turned Cozoner about the to ▪ My Mistresse saw you, and sends this ord by me▪ Either be packing quickly from the doore, Or you shall haue such a greeting sent you strait, As you will little like on, you had best be gone.