Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Fair Maid of the Exchange · chunk 33 of 41

Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals)
comedy · Unknown
T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.84 · 504 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

But two words more at most: You have not then received any such letter? A vengeance take the lazy messenger; Brother if I live, i'll quittance thee for this, Good words, dear brother, threatened men live long. You have done. Yes. Then by your leave brother, You had one word, I must have another. I know our business tends to one effect: O that villain Frank, it mads my soul I am so wronged, by such a foolish Boy. That foolish boy may chance prove to be witty: What, and the elder brother's fools? Oh t's pity! That villain Porter hath deluded me, Confusion guerdon his base villain. What are you cursing too? than we catch no fish: Comes there any more, here's two Snights to a dish. Well, since I have such opportunity, I'll trust no longer to uncertainty. At it so hard brother; well, woe apace, A while I am content to give you place. Well, to her both, both do the best you can; I fear young Frank will prove the happier man. You have your answer, trouble me no more. Yet this is worse than my suspense before, For then I lived in hope, now hope is fled. What, male content? is Ferdinand struck dead, Fortune be blithe, and aid the second brother. Think you to have more favour than another? To her a God's name, live not in suspense, While you two strive, I needs must get the wench. I am resolved, and, sir you know my mind. What, you repulsed too? Phillis is too unkind. Here sits my Love, within whose lovely breast Lives my content, and all my pleasure's rest, And for a further confirmation, Which to approve, even in sight of both you here present, I give my hand, and with my hand, my heart, myself, and all to him; and with this ring I'll wed myself. I take thy offering, And for the gift you gave to me, take this, And let us seal affection with a kiss. Oh sight intolerable. A spectacle worse than death. Now gentlemen, please you draw near and listen to the Cripple. Know you that letter? sir, what say you to this? How came they to your hands? Sirs, a porter even of late left them with me, To be delivered to this Gentlewoman. A plague upon that Porter; if ere I meet him, My rapiers point with a death's wound shall greet him. Frank thou art a villain, thou shalt know't ere long. For proffering me such undeserved wrong. So, vomit forth the rheum of all your spite, These threats of yours procure me more delight. Now gentle love, all that I have to say, Is to entreat you seek without delay, My father's kind consent, for thou hast mine, And though he storm yet will I still be thine; Make trial then, 'tis but thy labour lost, Though he deny thee, it requires no cost. I will assail with expedition. God, and good fortune go with thee, farewell.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Fair Maid of the Exchange
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1602 [1601-1602]
First performance (BritDrama)1602 [1601-1607]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 570 · TCP A03197 · DEEP 461
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1799–1863 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 41 in this edition
Length504 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.837 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
But two words more at most: You haue not then receiu'd any such letter? A vengeance take the lazie messenger; Brother if I liue, ile quittance thee for this, Good words, deere brother, threatned men liue long. You haue done. Yes. Then by your leaue brother, You had one word, I must haue another. I know our businesse tends to one effect: O that villaine Franke, it mads my soule I am so wrong'd, by such a foolish Boy. That foolish boy may chance prooue to be witty: What, and the elder brothers fooles? Oh ti's pittie! That villaiue Porter hath deluded me, Confusion guerdon his base villaine. What are you cursing too? then we catch no fish: Comes there any more, heeres two Snights to a dish. Well, since I haue such opportunitie, Ile trust no longer to vncertaintie. At it so hard brother; well, woe apace, A while I am content to giue you place. Well, to her both, both doe the best you can; I feare yong Franke will prooue the happier man. You haue your answere, trouble me no more. Yet this is worse then my suspence before, For then I liu'd in hope, now hope is fled. What, male content? is Ferdinand strooke dead, Fortune be blithe, and aide the second brother. Thinke you to haue more fauour then an other? To her a Gods name, liue not in suspence, While you two striue, I needs must get the wench. I am resolu'd, and, sir you know my minde. What, you repulst too? Phillis is too vnkinde. Here sits my Loue, within whose louely brest Liues my content, and all my pleasures rest, And for a further confirmation, Which to approoue, euen in sight of both you here present, I giue my hand, and with my hand, my heart, My selfe, and all to him; and with this ring Ile wed my selfe. I take thy offering, And for the gift you gaue to me, take this, And let vs seale affection with a kisse. Oh sight intollerable. A spectacle worse then death. Now gentlemen, please you draw neere and listen to the Cripple. Know you that letter? sir, what say you to this? How came they to your hands? Sirs, a porter euen of late left them with me, To be deliuered to this Gentlewoman. A plague vpon that Porter; if ere I meete him, My rapiers point with a deaths wound shall greet him. Franke thou art a villaine, thou shalt know't ere long. For proffering me such vndeserued wrong. So, vomit forth the rhume of all your spight, These threats of yours procure me more delight. Now gentle loue, all that I haue to say, Is to entreat you seeke without delay, My fathers kinde consent, for thou hast mine, And though he storme yet will I still be thine; Make triall then, tis but thy labour lost, Though he denie thee, it requires no cost. I will assaile with expedition. God, and good fortune go with thee, farewell.