Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Isle of Gulls · chunk 20 of 42

Day, John · published 1606 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 505 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

Excellent beauty, & therefore more excellent, because situate in so fair a creature. You are a merry man Dorus, but all this cannot make me think you love me, how say you mother doth he. Mary let him chose daughter, when I was as thou art. You were as she is, but faith madam Mopsa, I perceive my servant Dorus bears a month's mind to you, be not so straight laced to him. Mop. Straight laced, sgod mend me I am not laced at all, am I Dorus, no in sooth, I go wide ope Wednesday, I never lace myself but on sundays, & that for fear I should burst with eating of plum porridge. Hip. I mean let fall some comfortable looks on your suitor. sgod mend me I'll let fall or take up any thing I have to do him good. Why that's kindly said, & Dorus your love is very ambitious, to climb so high as the beautiful Mopsa. O are you advised of that, 'twould make a horse break his bridle to hear how the youth of the village will commend me, oh the pretty little pinking nyes of Mopsa says one, oh the fine flat lips of Mopsa says another, and then do I bridle my head like a malt-horse thus, set mine arms a kembo thus, wreath my neck and my body thus, wink with one eye thus, & spread my peacocks tail as broad as the proudest minx of 'em all. These extraordinary graces must not want admiration, but where's your mother. Speak softly in the Lobby there, for waking my lady's foisting hound. Godsme, my mother's stealing of a nap. Nay, she cannot be said to steal a nap, for the noise she makes herself would discover her theft: but Dorus sith your fortunes are poor, you should study to ennoble your deserts, and beget effects worthy to court and win your lady's acceptance. Lass madam, I choose no better moderator than yourself, betwixt me and my unworthy services, suppose yourself tho but a cuckoo compared with this sweet singing Nightingale, should be sued to by a prince like me, I mean like me in love, for love in princes & peasants admits comparison: suppose Demetrius should in like disguise court you as I do, Mopsa, sigh for you, as I do, for Mopsa, kneel to you thus, as I do, to Mopsa, lay down his life to you, as I do, to Mopsa, prefer your good before his own, as I protest I do, Mopsa's, suppose he should show you the known mark of his neck, to assure you he were Demetrius, as I do this to Mopsa, to witness I am the son of Menalchas, could your disdain stand out like Mopsa's? What a keen necessity sets upon the edge of invention, trust me Mopsa your servant speaks well, & if he can prove himself the man he speaks of, and my wishes well hope, Demetrius, you have no reason to think scorn of him.
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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 631–643 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 42 in this edition
Length505 words · 679 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.813
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 beautie, & therefore more excellent, becauſe ſituate in ſo faire a creature. You are a merry man Dorus, but all this cannot make me think you loue me, how ſay you mother doth he. Mary let him choſe daughter, when I was as thou art. You were as ſhe is, but faith madam Mopſa, I perceiue my ſeruant Dorus beares a months mind to you, be not ſo ſtraight laced to him. Mop. Straight lac'd, ſgod mend me I am not lac'd at all, am I Dorus, no in ſoth, I goe wide ope wenſday, I neuer lace my ſelfe but on ſondaies, & that for feare I ſhould burſt with eating of plum porridge. Hip. I mean let fall ſome comfortable lookes on your ſuter. ſgod mend mee Ile let fall or take vp any thing I haue to doe him good. Why thats kindly ſaid, & Dorus your loue is verie ambitious, to climbe ſo hie as the beautifull Mopſa. O are you aviſd of that, twold make a horſe breake his bridle to heare how the youth of the village will commend me, oh the pretie little pincking nyes of Mopſa ſaies one, oh the fine flat lippes of Mopſa ſaies another, and then doe I bridle my head like a malt-horſe thus, ſet mine armes a kembo thus, wrethe my necke and my bodie thus, winke with one eye thus, & ſpread my peacocks tayle as broad as the proudeſt minx of em all. Theſe extraordinary graces muſt not want admiration, but where's your mother. Speake ſoftly in the Lobby there, for waking my Ladies foiſting hound. Godſme, my mothers ſtealing of a nap. Nay, ſhe cannot be ſaid to ſteale a nap, for the noiſe ſhe makes herſelfe would diſcouer her theft: but Dorus ſith your fortunes are poore, you ſhould ſtudie to enoble your deſerts, and beget effects worthy to court and win your Ladies acceptance. Laſſe madam, I chuſe no better moderater then your ſelfe, betwixt me and my vnworthy ſeruices, ſuppoſe your ſelfe tho but a Cucko compard with this ſweet ſinging Nitingale, ſhould be ſued to by a prince like me, I meane like me in loue, for loue in princes & peſants admits cōpariſon: ſuppoſe Demetrius ſhould in like diſguiſe court you as I doe, Mopſa, ſigh for you, as I doe, for Mopſa, kneele to you thus, as I doe, to Mopſa, lay downe his life to you, as I doe, to Mopſa, prefer your good before his owne, as I proteſt I do, Mopſaes, ſuppoſe he ſhould ſhow you the known marke of his neck, to aſſure you he were Demetrius, as I do this to Mopſa, to witnes I am the ſon of Menalchas, could your diſdaine ſtand out like Mopſaes? What a kenes neceſsity ſets vpon the edge of inuention, truſt me Mopſa your ſeruant ſpeakes wel, & if he can proue himſelfe the man he ſpeakes of, and my wiſhes wel hope, Demetrius, you haue no reaſon to thinke ſcorne of him.