Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Isle of Gulls · chunk 29 of 43

Day, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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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.

Art crossed in a suit at Court? or what's the matter? speak. I'll acquaint your Honour: I hope no other ear over-heares us. Under Diana's Oak I found an inscription upon a stone, which told me, that wealthy Aristomones sometimes brought into Arcadia, 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 hopes a day or two; thou shalt have Mopsa, but ●le have all the Gold, then marry my daughter to some great man, though he be poor, 'tis the fashion: I'll be nobly allied what ere 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: me thinks 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 hast, here she comes. Dorus, how now Dorus? What time a day is't with you? What time a day soever it be with me, 'tis sleeping time with my Lord, I am sure of that. Sleeping time Dorus, what dost thou mean by that? Nay nothing, he is troubled with a kind of malady called Insurrectio 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 for sooth, 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 downe-●ing, nor his uprising, etc. And this be the Court fashion, would I were an honest woman of the Country again, be Courtiers who list: I, I, Dorus, I tell thee in tears, he hath not dealt by me as a husband should do. 'tis nothing to me, I cannot do withal Madam, would I could. Yes marry 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)1633
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 556 · TCP A69188 · DEEP 444
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 912–930 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 43 in this edition
Length498 words · 681 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour at 0.687
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)
Art croſt in a ſute at Court? or what's the matter? ſpeake. Ile acquaint your Honour: I hope no other eare overheares us. Vnder Dianaes Oake I found an inſcription upon a ſtone, which told me, that wealthy Ariſtomones ſometimes brought into Arcadia, had there under hid a maſſie ſumme of treaſure. Vnder Dianaes Oake? Dorus ſhall haue my daughter Mopſa: no more words on't, and thou loveſt me Dorus: ſmother thy golden hopes a day or two; thou ſhalt haue Mopſa, but le haue all the Gold, then marry my daughter to ſome great man, though he be poore, tis the faſhion: Ile bee nobly allied what ere it coſt me: ſhalt bee 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 for't: I can gull you, know what faire words can doe, I'me an old Knaue, and a young Courtier too. So, ſo; how violently hee devoures his bane, and ſteales himſelfe into the order of Gullerie: me thinkes I ſee how betwixt hope and feare 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 Devill would hat, here ſhe comes. Dorus, how now Dorus? What time a day is't with you? What time a day ſoever it bee with me, tis ſleeping time with my Lord, I am ſure of that. Sleeping time Dorus, what doſt thou meane by that? Nay nothing, hee is troubled with a kind of malady called Inſurrectio carnis. How, a diſh of Crevices? nay and that be the worſt, good enough; I am glad a falls to Fiſh, for hee was given to Fleſh a late too too bad. Maſſe I thought as much, for I ſaw him goe a angling. I hold my Ladiſhip, to ſome ſtruet. Life a jealouſy, I think you are a witch, twas ſo indeed. Nay I thought as much; he was wont to kiſſe me, and doe all indneſſe a man could doe, till he came to the Court, and now he will not lye with me for ſooth, and why? tis the Court faſhion: he will not love me, and why? tis the Court faſhion: I muſt not come neere him at his downe-ing, nor his up-riſing, &c. And this bee the Court faſhion, would I were an honeſt woman of the Countrey againe, be Courtiers who liſt: I, I, Dorus, I tell thee in teares, hee hath not dealt by me as a husband ſhould doe. Tis nothing to mee, I cannot doe withall Madam, would I could. Yes marry mayſt thou Dorus; thou mayſt, and ſhalt doe withall too and thou wilt: but as thou lookeſt to enjoy my daughter Mopſa, acquaint me with the old Foxes ſtarting hole.