Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Isle of Gulls · chunk 31 of 43

Day, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 503 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.

If thou dost not hit the mark then, thou art a very bungler: but where is my father? Why I have sent him and your mother out of the way of purpose, and appointed Manasses to meet us this evening at Adonis' Chapel, in the Amazons apparel, to marry us; I think these are signs I love you. I but you jest, I doubt you will not marry me. Will you meet me there? As I am a virgin I will. And come with an intent to marry me? As I hope to be a wife I will. You must take heed you keep our purpose close. As I did the loss of my Maidenhead. Why have you lost it then? Many a dear day ago, yet I told no body on't but my Mother and our Horsekeeper, and they say I am ne'er the worse maid for that, and I can keep my own counsel, as I hope I shall; but will you meet me soon? Just in the midway, as Tilters do. I'll go afore and stay, but do not deceive me, and you do, i'll show my Father's Horsekeeper all as God mend me. So tria sequuntur tria, now am I rid of a triumviry of fools, and by their absence have won a free access to an escape. If my Lisander's hope prove like to this, This night shall crown us monarchs of our bliss. No more of these delays sweet Madam, your love hath broken day oft with my expectance, I dare give it trust no longer. I confess it my Liege, and like a spent Dear, not able to maintain longer flight, I cast myself down breathless at your love's mercy: yet I beseech your Majesty, let not your eager desires practise any present violence upon my yielding chastity: 'twas only possession of my love you had in chase, which with convenient time and place purchased, I put your grace in full possession of. Although thy breath be never but musical, yet it never reached the string of true happiness till now: and to approve thy heart sets hand to thy word, appoint the time. Then this present evening (and yet my Virgin blood is ashamed to consent to the betraying of my modesty) meet me at Adonis' bower, where i'll make tender of subdued chastity to your high Majesty, as my first and most victorious conqueror. By my Imperial Globe, and hope of those joys, thy presence shall bring to enrich me with, I'll meet thee, and make thee Queen over the most submiss Captive that ever love took prisoner. If you deceive me— Not except warm life, Deceive my veins of their innative heat. Then haste slow time, exchange thy leaden feet For Hermes wings till I my fair hopes meet. But locked once in the arms of my delight, Cloth all the world in an eternal night. And steed of morning when the Sun should rise, They shall see two in my Zelmane's eyes.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 950–979 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 43 in this edition
Length503 words · 626 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations at 0.880
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)
If thou doſt not hit the marke then, thou art a very bungler: but where is my father? Why I have ſent him and your mother out of the way of purpoſe, and appoynted Manaſſes to meete us this evening at Adonis Chappell, in the Amazons aparrell, to marry us; I thinke theſe are ſignes I love you. I but you jeſt, I doubt you will not marrie me. Will you meet me there? As I am a virgine I will. And come with an intent to marry me? As I hope to be a wife I will. You muſt take heed you keepe our purpoſe cloſe. As I did the loſſe of my Maydenhead. Why haue you loſt it then? Many a deare day agoe, yet I told no body on't but my Mother and our Horſe-keeper, and they ſay I am nere the worſe maid for that, and I can keepe my owne counſell, as I hope I ſhall; but will you meet me ſoone? Iuſt in the mid-way, as Tilters doe. Ile goe afore and ſtay, but doe not deceiue me, and you doe, ile ſhew my Fathers Horſe-keeper all as God mend me. So tria ſequuntur tria, now am I rid of a triumuirie of fooles, and by their abſence haue wonne a free acceſſe to an eſcape. If my Liſanders hope proue like to this, This night ſhall crowne us Monarches of our bliſſe. No more of theſe delayes ſweet Madam, your loue hath broken day oft with my expectance, I dare giue it truſt no longer. I confeſſe it my Liege, and like a ſpent Deare, not able to maintaine longer flight, I caſt my ſelfe downe breathleſſe at your loues mercy: yet I beſeech your Majeſtie, let not your eager deſires practiſe any preſent violence upon my yeelding chaſtitie: 'twas only poſſeſſion of my loue you had in chace, which with convenient time and place purchaſed, I put your grace in full poſſeſſion of. Although thy breath bee never but muſicall, yet it never raught the ſtring of true happineſſe till now: and to approue thy heart ſets hand to thy word, appoint the time. Then this preſent evening (and yet my Virgine blood is aſhamed to conſent to the betraying of my modeſtie) meet me at Adonis bower, where ile make tender of ſubdued chaſtitie to your high Majeſtie, as my firſt and moſt victorious conquerour. By my Imperiall Globe, and hope of thoſe joyes, thy preſence ſhall bring to enrich mee with, Ile meet thee, and make thee Queene over the moſt ſubmiſſe Captiue that ever loue tooke priſoner. If you deceiue me— Not except warme life, Deceiue my veines of their innatiue heat. Then haſte ſlow time, exchange thy leaden feete For Hermes wings till I my faire hopes meet. But lockt once in the armes of my delight, Cloath all the world in an eternall night. And ſteed of morning when the Sun ſhould riſe, They ſhall ſee two in my Zelmanes eyes.