Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Isle of Gulls · chunk 9 of 42

Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 487 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.

all's one, 'tis my masters pleasure, and usual fashion. And I must maintain the fashion. Worshipful Dametas, my late shipwreck as you see, hath made a defeat both of my friends and treasure, notwithstanding, Fortune hath reserved me one jewel, which if I might request your worship in love to accept, and be a means to work my admittance to the Duke, I should become a true debtor to your love. Well Madam, though I hate nothing more than a man that takes bribes, yet priest by your importunity, and that you tender it in love, lest I might seem too nice to withstand a Lady's favour, I'll wear it for your sake, and if the Duke be not too busily employed, work your access. So doing, you shall perform the office of a dear-bought friend. How quickly the tide's turned, but do you hear Madam, though I take neither afore nor after my Master, yet take my counsel, & do not trust my master: If you have a suit to the Duke keep it to yourself, for if you trust my master with it, he'll prefer it for you, but he'll begged for himself. That's plain cozenage. Fie no, 'tis cunning in him, marry 'twould be though little better than cozenage in a country gentleman: but he returns. Madam, I have been earnest, very earnest with the Duke for your admittance. And have you wrought it? I have, marry you must think I bestowed much labour in't. 'tmay be you did. 'tmay be you did: & look a scance like a pothecary's wife pounding Colliquintida, have my brains sweat for this. Why the jewel is right Dametas, had I but an Ass that would sweat me such pearl. An ass? and sweat such pearl, I'll bar her admittance, here take your jewel, the Duke will allow no admittance, & I will keep you back. Keep me back, thou couldst do no more and I were a poor man's petitioner. And I'll do so much being a rich petitioner. You cannot sir. You Court spaniel, you unnecessary mushroom, that in one night art sprung out of the root of greatness, I have bought my admittance, and I'll hate in dspetto del fato. I must admit her, these Ladies are so inward with our tricks, there's no good to be done upon them: well Madam, your admittance is open, will ye follow. With all my heart sir, I'll be the blind man and poor petitioner, and thou shalt play the Court spaniel with the silver bell, & I cad me into the Presence. Court spaniel? mum: I'll bosom what I think, Old Gibs not blind, I see although I wink. Boy, how dost like me in this attire? As the audience do a bad play, scurvily. Is it not strange a prince should be thus metamorphosed? Not so strange as the metamorphosis of Ajax and like your grace.
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PlayThe Isle of Gulls
AuthorDay, John
Publication year (edition)1606
First performance / composition (Annals)1606
First performance (BritDrama)1606 [Feb]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
TheaterBlackfriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 555 · TCP A19976 · DEEP 443
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 227–251 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 42 in this edition
Length487 words · 644 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour at 0.853
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)
Als one, tis my maiſters pleaſure, and vſuall faſhion. And I muſt maintaine the faſhion. Worſhipfull Dametas, my late ſhipwrack as you ſee, hath made a defeate both of my friends and treaſure, notwithſtanding, Fortune hath reſeru'd me one Iewell, which if I might requeſt your worſhippe in loue to accept, and be a meanes to worke my admittance to the Duke, I ſhould become a true detter to your loue. VVell Madam, tho I hate nothing more then a man that takes brybes, yet preſt by your importunitie, and that you tender it in loue, leaſt I might ſeeme too nice to withſtand a Ladies fauour, Ile weare it for your ſake, and if the Duke be not too buſily imployd, worke your acceſſe. So dooing, you ſhall performe the office of a dere-bought friend. How quickly the tyde's turnde, but doe you heare Madam, tho I take neither afore nor after my Maiſter, yet take my counſell, & doe not truſt my maiſter: If you haue a ſute to the Duke keepe it to your ſelfe, for if you truſt my maiſter with it, heele prefer it for you, but heele begd for himſelfe. Thats plaine cooſnage. Fie no, tis cunning in him, marry twould bee though little better then cooſnage in a country gentleman: but he returnes. Madam, I haue beene earneſt, very earneſt with the Duke for your admittance. And haue you wrought it? I haue, marry you muſt thinke I beſtowd much labor int. Tmay be you did. Tmay be you did: & looke a ſeance like a Pothecaries wife pounding Colliquintida, haue my braines ſweat for this. VVhy the Iewell is right Dametas, had I but an Aſſe that would ſweat me ſuch pearle. An Aſle? and ſweat ſuch pearle, Ile bar her admittance, heere take your Iewell, the Duke will allow no admittance, & I will keepe you backe. Keepe mee backe, thou couldſt doe no more and I were a poore mans peticioner. And Ile doe ſo much beeing a rich peticioner. You cannot ſir. You Court ſpaniell, you vnneceſſarie muſhrump, that in one night art ſprung out of the roote of greatnes, I haue bought my admittance, and Ile hate in dſpetto del fato. I muſt admit her, theſe Ladies are ſo inward with our tricks, theres no good to be done vppon them: well Madam, your admittance is open, will ye follow. With all my hart ſir, Ile be the blind man and poore peticioner, and thou ſhalt play the Court ſpaniell with the ſiluer bell, & I cad me into the Preſence. Court ſpaniell? mum: Ile boſome what I thinke, Old Gibs not blind, I ſee altho I winke. Boy, how dooſt like me in this attyre? As the audience doe a bad play, ſcuruely. Is it not ſtrange a prince ſhould be thus metamorphoſed? Not ſo ſtrange as the metamorphoſis of Aiax and like your grace.