Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Lingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority · chunk 15 of 51

Tomkis, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1602-1607] (Annals)
comedy; allegory
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 491 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Especially where the multitude is so well headed. But I pray you where's Master Memory? hath he forgotten himself that he is not here. 'Tis high time he were at Court, I would he would come. How soon a wise man shall have his wish. Memory the season of your coming is very ripe. Had you stayed a little longer 'twould have been stark rotten. I am glad I saved it from the Swine— Spretious I have forgot something. O my purse, my purse, why Anamnestes? Remembrance where art thou Anamnestes Remembrance, that vild Boy is always gadding, I remember he was at my heels, eue● now and now the vild Rascal is vanished. Is he not here? why then in my imagination he's left behind, o la▪ Anamnestes remembrance. Anon, anon, sir anon, anon sir, anon, anon sir, anon, anon, sir. Ha sirrah, what a brawl's here? I do but give you an answer with anon Sir. You answer sweetly, I have called you three or four times one after another. Sir, I hope I answered you 3. or 4. times, one in the neck of another. But if your good worship have lent me any more calls, tell me, and I'll repay them as I am a Gentleman. Leave your tattle▪ had you come at first I had not spent so much breath in vain. The truth is Sir, the first time you called, I heard you not, the second I understood you not, the third I knew not whether it were you or no: the fourth I could not tell where you were, and that's the reason I answered so suddenly. Go sirrah, run, seek every where, I have lost my purse some where. I go sir; Go sirrah, seek, run, I have lost, bring, here's a dogs life with a pox, shall I be always used like a water-spaniel. Come good Master Register, I wonder you be so late nowadays. My good Lord, I remember that I knew your Grandfather in this your place, and I remember your grandfathers great Grandfathers, grandfathers Fathers, Father, yet in those days I never remember that any of them could say, that Register Memory ever broke one minute of his appointment. Why good Father, why are you so late now a days? Thus 'tis, the most customers I remember myself to have, are (as your Lordship knows) Scholars, and now a days the most of them are become Critics, bringing me home such paltry things to lay up for them, that I can hardly find them again. Iupiter, Iupiter, I had thought these Flies had bit none but myself, do Critics tickle you i'faith? Very familiarly: for they must know of me forsooth how every idle word is written in all the musty moth-eaten Manusripts, kept in all the old Libraties in every City betwixt England and Peru. Indeed I have noted these times to affect Antiquities, more than is requisite.
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PlayLingua, or The Combat of the Tongue and the Five Senses for Superiority
AuthorTomkis, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1607 [1602-1607]
First performance (BritDrama)1606 [1602-1607]
Genre (British Drama)comedy; allegory
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 562 · TCP A13804 · DEEP 451
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 661–683 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 51 in this edition
Length491 words · 660 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.705
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)
Especially where the multitude is so well headed. But I pray you where's Maister Memory? hath hee forgotten himselfe that he is not here. 'Tis high time he were at Court, I would he would come. How soone a wise man shall haue his wish. Memory the season of your comming is very ripe. Had you staid a little longer 'twould haue bin starke rottē. I am glad I sau'd it from the Swine—Spretious I haue forgot something. O my purse, my purse, why Anamnestes? Remembrance where art thou Anamnestes Remembrance, that vild Boy is alwayes gadding, I remember he was at my heeles, eue now and now the vild Rascall is vanisht. Is he not here? why then in my imagination hee's left behind, ô la▪ Anamnestes remembrance. Anon, anon, sir anon, anon sir, anon, anon sir, anon, anon, sir. Ha sirra, what a brawling's here? I do but giue you an answer with anon Sir. You answer sweetly, I haue cald you three or foure times one after another. Sir, I hope I answered you 3. or 4. times, one in the neck of another. But if your good worship haue lent me any more calls, tell me, and Ile repay them as I am a Gentleman. Leaue your tattle▪ had you come at first I had not spent so much breath in vaine. The truth is Sir, the first time you called, I heard you not, the second I vnderstood you not, the third I knew not whether it were you or no: the fourth I could not tell where you were, and that's the reason I answered so suddenly. Ge sirra, runne, seeke euery where, I haue lost my purse some where. I go sir; Go sirra, seeke, runne, I haue lost, bring, here's a Dogges life with a poxe, shall I bee alwayes vsde like a water-Spanniell. Come good Maister Register, I wonder you be so late now-adayes. My good Lord, I remember that I knew your Grand-father in this your place, and I remember your Grand-fathers great Grand-fathers, Grand-fathers Fathers, Father, yet in those dayes I neuer remember that any of them could say, that Register Memory euer broke one minute of his appointment. Why good Father, why are you so late now a dayes? Thus 'tis, the most customers I remember my selfe to haue, are (as your Lordship knowes) Schollers, and now a daies the most of them are become Critticks, bringing me home such paltry things to lay vp for them, that I can hardly finde them againe. Iupiter, Iupiter, I had thought these Flyes had bit none but my selfe, do Critticks tickle you yfaith? Very familiarly: for they must know of me forsooth how euery idle word is written in all the mustie moath-eaten Manusripts, kept in all the old Libraties in euery Cittie betwixt England and Peru. Indeed I haue noted these times to affect Antiquities, more then is requisite.