Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Wily Beguiled · chunk 8 of 40

Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals)
comedy · Unknown
unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 511 words

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

Yes I know, for I am sure I saw them close together at Pupnoddie, in her Closet. But I am sure she loves not him. Nay, I dare take it on my death she loves him, For he's a scholar: and ware scholars, they have tricks for love i'faith, for with a little Logic & epitome colloquium they'll make a wench do any thing: Landlord, pray ye be not angry with me, for speaking my conscience. In good faith, your son Peters a very Clown to him: Why, he's as fine a man as a wench can see in a summers day. Well, that shall not serve his turn, I'll cross him, I warrant ye. I am glad I know it: I have suspected it a great while. Sophos? why, what's Sophos? a base fellow. Indeed he has a good wit, and can speak well, he's a scholar forsooth: one that has more wit than money, And I like not that: he may beg for all that. scholars? why what are scholars without money? Faith, e'en like puddings without suet. Come, Neighbour, send your son to my house, For he shall be welcome to me: And my daughter shall entertain him kindly. What? I can, and will rule Lelia. Come let's in, I'll discharge Sophos from my house presently. A horn plague of this money, For it causes many horns to bud: And for money many men are horned. For when maids are forced to love where they like not, It makes them lie where they should not. I'll be hanged, if ere mistress Lelia will ha' Peter Ploddall, I swear by this button cap (do you mark) And by the round, sound, and profound contents (do you understand) Of this costly Codpiece, (being a good properman as ye see) that I could get her as soon as he, myself: And if I had not a months mind in another place, I would have a fling at her that's flat: But I must set a good holiday face on't, And go a-wooing to pretty Peg: well, I'll too her i'faith While 'tis in my mind; But stay, I'll see how I can woo before I go: they say, Use makes perfectness: Look you now, suppose this were Peg, Now I set my cap oath to side on this fashion (do ye see?) then say I, Sweet honey, bonny, sugar candy, Peg, Whose face more fair, than Brocke my father's Cow, Whose eyes do shine like bacon rind, Whose lips are blown of azure hue, Whose crooked nose down to her chin doth bow. For you know I must begin to commend her beauty, And then I will tell her plainly, that I am in love with her, over my high shoes, and then I will tell her that I do nothing of nights but sleep and think on her, and specially of mornings: And that does make my stomach so rise, that I'll be sworn, I can turn me three or four bowls of porridge over in a morning afore breakfast.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayWily Beguiled
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1606
First performance / composition (Annals)1602 [1601-1602]
First performance (BritDrama)1602 [1601-1606]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 548 · TCP A15549 · DEEP 434
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 285–329 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 40 in this edition
Length511 words · 675 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousy at 0.733
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)
Yes I know, for I am ſure I ſaw them cloſe together at Pupnoddie, in her Cloſet. But I am ſure ſhe loues not him. Nay, I dare take it on my death ſhe loues him, For hees a ſcholler: and ware ſchollers, they haue tricks for loue yfaith, for with a little Logicke & pitome colloquium theile make a wench do any thing: Landlord, pray ye be not angrie with me, for ſpeaking my conſcience. In good faith, your ſonne Peters a verie Clowne to him: Why, hees as fine a man as a wench can ſee in a ſommers day. Well, that ſhall not ſerue his tourne, Ile croſſe him, I warrant ye. I am glad I know it: I haue ſuſpected it a great while. Sophos? why, whats Sophos? a baſe fellow. Indeed he has a good wit, and can ſpeake well, Hees a ſcholler forſooth: one that has more wit then mony, And I like not that: he may beg for all that. Schollers? why what are ſchollers without money? Faith, eene like puddings without ſuet. Come, Neighbour, ſend your ſonne to my houſe, For he ſhall be welcome to me: And my daughter ſhall intertaine him kindly. What? I can, and will rule Lelia. Come lets in, Ile diſcharge Sophos from my houſe preſently. A horne plague of this money, For it cauſes many hornes to bud: And for money many men are hornd. For when maids are forc't to loue where they like not, It makes them lye where they ſhould not. Ile be hangd, if ere miſtreſſe Lelia will ha Peter Ploddall, I ſweare by this button cap (do you marke) And by the round, ſound, and profound contents (do you vnderſtand) Of this coſtly Codpeece, (being a good properman as yee ſee) that I could get her as ſoone as he, my ſelfe: And if I had not a moneths mind in another place, I would haue a fling at her thats flat: But I muſt ſet a good holiday face ont, And go a wooeing to prittie Pegge: well, Ile too her yfaith While tis in my mind▪ But ſtay, Ile ſee how I can woo before I goe: they ſay, Vſe makes perfectneſſe: Looke you now, ſuppoſe this were Pegge, Now I ſet my cap oth to ſide on this faſhion (do ye ſee?) then ſay I, Sweet hony, bonny, ſuger candie, Pegge, Whoſe face more faire, then Brocke my fathers Cow, Whoſe eyes do ſhinelike bacon rin, Whoſe lips are blew of azure hew, Whoſe crooked noſe downe to her chin doth bow. For you know I muſt begin to commend her beautie, And then I will tell her plainely, that I am in loue with her, ouer my high ſhooes, and then I will tell her that I do nothing of nights but ſleepe and thinke on her, and ſpecially of mornings: And that does make my ſtomacke ſo riſe, that Ile be ſwon, I can turne me three or foure bowles of porredgeoner i a morning afore breakefaſt.