Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Isle of Gulls · chunk 28 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 · 509 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.

From mine own hard fortune my Lord, that my ill-starred nativity should continue thus opposite. Art crossed in a suit at Court? or what's the matter? speak. I'll acquaint your Honour: I hope no other ear overhears us, Under Diana's Oak I found an inscription upon a stone, which told me, that wealth Aristomeres sometimes brought into Archa, had there under hid a massy sum of treasure. Under Diana's Oak? Dorus shall have my daughter Mopsa: no more words on't, and thou lovest me Dorus: smother thy golden hops a day or two; thou shalt have Mopsa, but I'll have all the Gold, then marie my daughter to some great man, though he be poor, 'tis the fashion: I'll be Nobly allied whate'er it cost me: shalt be my Son in law Dorus: have an eye to the Princess, fall close to my daughter Mopsa, Court her and spare not: now begins the sport, Kiss her, do kiss her; thou shalt pay sweetly for't: I can gull you, know what fair words can do, I'm an old Knave, and a young Courtier too. So, so; how violently he devours his bane, and steals himself into the order of Gullery: methinks I see how betwixt hope and fear he sweats in his practice, and like a foolish dreamer, casts how to lay out his wealth before it comes in. So much for him: Now to my Lady Beauty his wife; and as the Devil would ha''t, here she comes. Dorus, how now Dorus' What time a day is't with you? What time a day soever'rt be with me, 'tis sleeping time with my Lord, I'm sure of that. Sleeping time Dorus, what dost thou mean by that? Nay nothing: he is troubled with a kind of malady called jusurectio carnis. How, a dish of Crevices? nay and that be the worst, good enough: I am glad a falls to Fish, for he was given to Flesh a late too too bad. Mass I thought as much, for I saw him go a angling. I hold my Ladyship to some strumpet. Life, a jealousy; I think you are a Witch, 'twas so indeed. Nay I thought as much: he was wont to kiss me, and do all kindness a man could do, till he came to the Court; and now he will not lie with me forsooth: and why? 'tis the Court fashion. He will not love me, and why? 'tis the Court fashion. I must not come near him at his down lying, nor his uprising, etc. And this be the Court fashion, would I were an honest woman of the Country again, be Courtiers who list. ay, ay, Dorus, I tell thee in tears, he hath not done by me, as a Husband should do. 'tis nothing to me, I cannot do withal Madam, would I could. Yes marie mayst thou Dorus; thou mayst, and shalt do withal too and thou wilt: but as thou lookest to enjoy my daughter Mopsa, acquaint me with the old Foxes starting hole.
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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 870–889 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 42 in this edition
Length509 words · 704 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour at 0.724
Other seedsseed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
From mine owne hard fortune my Lord, that my ill-ſtard natiuitie ſhould continue thus oppoſite. Art croſt in a ſute at Court? or what's the matter? ſpeake. Ile acquaint your Honor: I hope no other eare ouerheares vs, Vnder Dianaes Oke I founde an inſcription vpon a ſtone, which told me, that wealth Ariſtomeres ſometimes brought into Archa lea, had there vnder hid a maſsie ſumme of treaſure. Vnder Dianaes Oke? Dorus ſhall haue my daughter Mopſa: no more words on't, and thou loueſt me Dorus: ſmother thy golden hops a day or two; thou ſhalt haue Mopſa, but Ile haue all the Gold, then marie my daughter to ſome great man, though he be poore, tis the faſhion: Ile be Noblie allied what ere it coſt me: ſhalt be my Sonne in law Dorus: haue an eye to the Princeſſe, fall cloſe to my daughter Mopſa, Court her and ſpare not: now begins the ſport, Kiſſe her, doe kiſſe her; thou ſhalt pay ſweetly fort: I can gull you, know what faire words can doe, I'me an old Knaue, and a young Courtier too. So, ſo; how violently he deuowers his bane, and ſteales himſelfe into the order of Gullerie: mee thinkes I ſee how betwixt hope and feare he ſweates in his practiſe, and like a fooliſh dreamer, caſtes how to lay out his wealth before it comes in. So much for him: Now to my Ladie Beautie his wife; and as the Diuell would ha're, heere ſhe comes. Dorus, how now Dorus' What time a day is't with you? What time a day ſo'ert be with mee, tis ſleeping time with my Lord, I'am ſure of that. Sleeping time Dorus, what doſt thou meane by that? Nay nothing: he is troubld with a kind of maladie cald Iuſurectio carnis. How, a diſh of Creuices? nay and that be the worſt, good enough: I am glad a falles to Fiſh, for he was giuen to Fleſh a late too too bad. Maſſe I thought as much, for I ſaw him go a angling. I hold my Ladiſhip to ſome ſtrumpet. Life, a ieloſie; I thinke you are a Witch, t'was ſo indeed. Nay I thought as much: he was wont to kiſſe mee, and doe all kindnes a man could doe, till he came to the Court; and nowe hee will not lie with mee forſooth: and why? tis the Court faſhion. He will not loue mee, and why? tis the Court faſhion. I muſt not come neere him at his downe lying, nor his vpriſing, ctc. And this be the Court faſhion, would I were an honeſt woman of the Countrie againe, be Courtiers who liſt. I, I, Dorus, I tell thee in teares, hee hath not done by mee, as a Huſband ſhould doe. Tis nothing to mee, I cannot do withall Madam, would I could. Yes marie mayſt thou Dorus; thou mayſt, and ſhalt doe withal too and thou wilt: but as thou lookeſt to enioy my daughter Mopſa, acquaint mee with the olde Foxes ſtarting hole.