Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Parasitaster, or The Fawn · chunk 14 of 45

Marston, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 488 words

← previous chunkall chunks of this editionnext chunk →

Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.

Excellent Faunus I kiss thee for this, by this hand. I thought as well, kiss me to dear mistress. No, good sir Amorous, your teeth hath taken rust, your breath wants airing, and indeed I love sound kissing. Come Gallants, who'll run a coranto, or leap a Levalto. Take heed Lady from offending or bruising the hope of your womb. No matter, now I ha' the sleight, or rather the fashion of it, I fear no barrenness. O, but you know not your husband's aptness. Husband? husband? as if women could have no children without husbands. ay, but then they will not be so like your husband. No matter, they'll be like their father, 'tis honour enough to my husband, that they vouchsafe to call him father, and that his land shall descend to them (does he not gnash his very teeth in anguish) like our husband? I had rather they were ungroaned for, like our husband? prove such a melancholy jealous ass as he is: does he not stamp? But troth, your husband has a good face. Faith good enough face for a husband, come gallants I'll dance to mine own whistle, I am as light now as: ah, a kiss to you, to my sweet free servants dream on me, and adieu. I shall lose my wits. Be comforted dear Don, you ha' none to lose: My wife is grown like a Dutch-crest always rampant, rampant, 'fore I will endure this affliction, I will live by raking cockles out of kennels, nay, I will run my Country, forsake my religion, go weave Fustians, or roll the wheelbarrow at Rotterdam. I would be divorced despite her friends, or the oath of her Chambermaid. Nay, I will be divorced in despite of 'em all, I'll go to law with her. That's excellent, nay, I would go to law. Nay, I will go to law. Why that's sport alone, what though it be most exacting, wherefore is money? True, wherefore is money? What though you shall pay for every quill, each drop of Ink, each minim, letter, tittle, comma, prick, each breath, nay, not only for thine own Orators prating, but for some other orator's silence, though thou must buy silence with a full hand, 'tis well known Demosthenes took above 2000. pound once only to hold his peace, though thou a man of noble gentry, yet you must weight, and besiege his study door, which will prove more hard to be entered, than old Troy, for that was gotten into by a wooden horse, but the entrance of this may chance cost thee a whole stock of Cattle, Oues & boves & caetera pecoracampi, though then thou must sit there thrust and contemned bareheaded to a grogram scribe ready to start up at the door creaking, priest to get in, with your leave Sir, to some surly groom, the third son of a Rope-maker; what of all this?
← previous chunkall chunks of this editionnext chunk →

Details

Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayParasitaster, or The Fawn
AuthorMarston, John
Publication year (edition)1606
First performance / composition (Annals)1604
First performance (BritDrama)1605 [1603-1606]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
TheaterBlackfriars;Paul's;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 542 · TCP A07077 · DEEP 427
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 424–444 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 45 in this edition
Length488 words · 677 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousy at 0.781
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)
Excellent Faunus I kisse thee for this, by this hand. I thought aswell, kisse me to deere mistresse. No, good sir Amorous, your teeth hath taken rust, your breath wants ayring, and indeed I loue sound kissing. Come Gallants, who'le run a Caranto, or leape a Leualto. Take heed Ladie frō offēding or brusing the hope of your wōb. No matter, now I ha the sleight, or rather the fashion of it, I feare no barrennesse. O, but you know not your husbands aptnesse. Husband? husband? as if women could haue no children without husbands. I, but then they will not be so like your husband. No matter, thei'le be like their father, tis honour ynough to my husband, that they vouchsafe to call him father, and that his land shall discend to them (do's hee not gnash his very teeth in anguish) like our husband? I had rather they were vngroand for, like our husband? prooue such a melancholy iealous asse as he is: Do's he not stampe? But troth, your husband has a good face. Faith good ynough face for a husband, come gallants Ile daunce to mine owne whistle, I am as light now as: ah, a kisse to you, to my sweet free seruants dreame on me, and adue. I shall loose my wits. Be comforted deere Don, you ha none to leeze: My wife is growne like a Dutch-crest alwaies rampant, rampant, fore I will endure this affliction, I will liue by raking cockles out of kennels, nay, I will run my Countrey, forsake my religion, goe weaue Fustians, or rowle the wheele-barrow at Rotterdam. I would be diuorced dispite her friends, or the oath of her Chamber-maide. Nay, I will be diuorced in dispite of em all, Ile goe to law with her. Thats excellent, nay, I would goe to lawe. Nay, I will goe to law. Why thats sport alone, what though it be most exacting, wherefore is money? True, wherefore is money? What though you shall pay for euerie quill, each droppe of Inke, each minnam, letter, tittle, comma, pricke, each breath, nay, not onely for thine owne Orators prating, but for some other Orators scilence, though thou must buy scilence with a full hand, tis well knowne Demosthenes tooke aboue 2000. pound once only to hold his peace, though thou a man of noble gentrie, yet you must waight, and besiege his studie dore, which will prooue more hard to be entred, than old Troy, for that was gotten into by a wooden horse, but the entrance of this may chaunce cost thee a whole stocke of Cattell, Oues & boues & caetera pecoracampi, though then thou must sit there thrust and contemned bare-headed to a grograine scribe readie to start vp at the dore creaking, prest to get in, with your leaue Sir, to some surly groome, the third sonne of a Rope-maker; what of all this?