Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Isle of Gulls · chunk 18 of 42

Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 494 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.

Now in good deed lo I love 'em a life to, I think I shall never ha' my belly full on 'em. Of what, not of husbands Violetta. No, of cherries Hipolita, but take heed of 'em, they be a very filling meat, and dangerous things for us maids I can tell you, we may surfeit after 'em presently. Surfeit after what, a husband? I and after cherries to Hippolita. I warrant you sister, an old lady in Lacedaemon taught me a preservative against that. For the love of cherries what. Marry this it was, still said she, betwixt every cherry said she, be sure to crack a stone said she. Then let me alone, I'll crack a couple a stones betwixt every cherry, rather than surfeit on 'em. You must take heed you crack not too many to, for you may surfeit of the stone as well as of the cherry. Nay & they be such dangerous things, I have done with 'em. So have I to for this time, but sister, is it not a strange kind of servile liberty that we live in here in Archadea? For all the world as Englishmen keep their felons, & Italians their wines, we never stir abroad without our jailers. And for what cause forsooth, only to keep us from marriage. Sure 'tis either some high content, or extreme discommodity, that our father debars us of it. By this stone methinks I long like a woman with child, till I know the difference betwixt a maid and a wife. Well, god a mercy of all cursen souls, I was near the knowledge on't last night I can tell you. O that I had been with thee I might ha' been so to: for love of marriage how? Why thus: as I lay slumbering in my bed, No creature with me but my maidenhead: Is that a creature? Some maintain it is. Got in the eye, conceived in a kiss: Others whose speech seem near akin to truth Say 'tis a passion, bred i'th' heat of youth, Some callit a sigh, and some an amorous groan, All differ in the definition, But in the allowed opinion of most, 'tis never truly had till it be lost. But lying thus alone, as maids do use, methought I dreamt, as maids can hardly choose, And in my dream methought 'twas too much wrong A pretty maid should lie alone so long: With that a gallant comes, gallants can do Much with young maids, And with old women to. He courted me once, and again, and thrice, 'tis virtue to say nay, to be too nice Agrees not with my humour, yet some say, We maids wish things, to which we answer nay, Briefly methought he stood so long a-wooing, I rather could a wished he had been doing Some other business, yet at last we 'greed, 'twere strange if earnest suitors should not speed. In what agreed you?
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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 551–595 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 42 in this edition
Length494 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousy at 0.680
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)
Now in good deede lo I loue em a life to, I thinke I ſhall neuer ha my belly full on em. Of what, not of husbands Violetta. No, of cherries Hipolita, but take heede of em, they be a vere filling meate, and dangerous things for vs maides I can tell you, wee may ſurfet after em preſently. Surfet after what, a husband? I and after cherries to Hippolita. I warrant you ſiſter, an old lady in Lacedemon taught mee a preſeruatiue againſt that. For the loue of cherries what. Marry this it was, ſtil ſayd ſhe, betwixt euery cherry ſaid ſhee, be ſure to cracke a ſtone ſaid ſhe. Then let me alone, Ile cracke a couple a ſtones betwixt euerie cherry, rather then ſurfet on em. You muſt take heede you cracke not too many to, for you may ſurfet of the ſtone as well as of the cherry. Nay & they be ſuch dangerous things, I haue done with em. So haue I to for this time, but ſiſter, is it not a ſtrange kind of ſeruile libertie that we liue in heere in Archadea? For all the world as Engliſhmen keepe their fellons, & Italians their wines, we neuer ſtirre abroad without our Iaylors. And for what cauſe forſooth, onely to keep vs frō mariage. Sure tis eyther ſome high content, or extreame diſcommoditie, that our father debarrs vs of it. By this ſtone me thinks I long like a woman with child, till I know the difference betwixt a maid and a wife. Well, god a mercy of all curſen ſoules, I was neere the knowledge ont laſt night I can tell you. O that I had beene with thee I might ha beene ſo to: for loue of marriage how? VVhy thus: as I lay ſlumbering in my bed, No creature with me but my maydenhead: Is that a creature? Some maintaine it is. Got in the eye, conceiued in a kiſſe: Others whoſe ſpeech ſeeme neere akin to truth Say tis a paſsion, bred ith heate of youth, Some callt a ſigh, and ſome an amorous grone, All differ in the definition, But in the allowd opinion of moſt, Tis neuer truly had till it be loſt. But lying thus alone, as maydes doe vſe, Me thought I dreampt, as maydes can hardly chuſe, And in my dreame me thought twas too much wrong A prettie maid ſhould lie alone ſo long: With that a gallant comes, gallants can doe Much with young maydes, And with old women to. He couted me once, and agen, and thrice, Tis vertue to ſay nay, to be too nice Agrees not with my humor, yet ſome ſay, We maydes wiſh things, to which we aunſwere nay, Breefely me thought he ſtood ſo long a wooing, I rather could a wiſht he had beene dooing Some other buſines, yet at laſt we greed, Twere ſtrange if earneſt ſuters ſhould not ſpeede. In what agreed you?