Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 15 of 46

Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (second)
unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 489 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.

Let me not fall from myself; speak I am bound So art thou to revenge, when thou shalt hear the fish head is gone, and we know not whither. I will not curse, nor swear, nor rage, nor rail, Nor with contemptuous tongue, accuse my Fate; Though I might justly do it, nor will I Wish myself uncreated for this evil: Shall I entreat your Lordship to be seen A little longer in the company Of a man crossed by Fortune. I hate to leave my friend in his extremities. 'Tis noble in you, than I take your hand, And do protest, I do not follow this For any malice, or for private ends, But with a love, as gentle and as chaste, As that a brother to his sister bears: And if I see this fish head yet unknown, The last words that my dying father spoke, Before his eyestrings broke, shall not of me So often be remembered, as our meeting, Fortune attend me, as my ends are just, Full of pure love, and free from servile lust. Farewell my Lord, I was entreated to invite your Lordship to a Lady's upsitting. O my ears, why madam, will not you follow your brother, you are waited for by great men, he'll bring you to him. I'm very well my Lord, you do mistake me, if you think I affect greater company than yourself. What madness possesseth thee, that thou canst imagine me a fit man to entertain Ladies; I tell thee, I do use to tear their hair, to kick them, and to twinge their noses, if they be not careful in avoiding me. Your Lordship may descant upon your own behaviour as please you, but I protest, so sweet and courtly it appears in my eye, that I mean not to leave you yet. I shall grow rough. A rough carriage is best in a man, I'll dine with you my Lord. Why I will starve thee, thou shalt have nothing. I have heard of your Lordships nothing, I'll put that to the venture. Well, thou shalt have meat, I'll send it to thee. I'll keep no state my Lord, neither do I mourn, I'll dine with you. Is such a thing as this allowed to live: What power hath let thee lose upon the earth To plague us for our sins? out of my doors. I would your Lordship did but see how well This fury doth become you, it doth show So near the life, as it were natural. O thou damned woman, I will fly the vengeance That hangs above thee, follow if thou dar'st. I must not leave this fellow, I will torment him to madness, To teach his passions against kind to move, The more he hates, the more I'll seem to love. Sir, what may be done by art shall be done, I wear not this black cloak for nothing.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier)
AuthorBeaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1606
First performance (BritDrama)1606 [1604-1607]
Company (BritDrama)Children of Paul's (second)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional;Adult Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 577 · TCP A06458 · DEEP 469
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 432–476 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 46 in this edition
Length489 words · 613 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T1 — Death, grief and revenge at 0.859
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)
Let me not fall from my selfe; speake I am bound So art thou to reuenge, when thou shalt heare the fish head is gone, and we know not whither. I wil not curse, nor sweare, nor rage, nor raile, Nor with contempteous tongue, accuse my Fate; Though I might justly do it, nor will I Wish my selfe vncreated for this euill: Shall I entreat your Lordship to be seene A little longer in the company Of a man cross'd by Fortune. I hate to leaue my friend in his extremities. 'Tis noble in you, then I take your hand, And do protest, I do not follow this For any mallice, or for priuat ends, But with a loue, as gentle and as chast, As that a brother to his sister beares: And if I see this fish head yet vnknowne, The last words that my dying father spake, Before his eye-strings brake, shall not of me So often be remembred, as our meeting, Fortune attend me, as my ends are just, Full of pure loue, and free from seruile lust. Farwell my Lord, I was entreated to inuite your Lordship to a Ladies vpsitting. O my eares, why Madame, will not you follow your brother, you are waited for by great mē, heele bring you to him. I'me very wel my Lord, you do mistake me, if you thinke I affect greater company then your selfe. What madnesse possesseth thee, that thou canst imagine me a fit man to entertaine Ladies; I tell thee, I do vse to teare their haire, to kick them, and to twindge their noses, if they be not carefull in auoiding me. Your Lordship may descant vpon your owne behauior as please you, but I protest, so sweet and courtly it appeares in my eye, that I meane not to leaue you yet. I shall grow rough. A rough carriage is best in a man, Ile dine with you my Lord. Why I will starue thee, thou shalt haue nothing. I haue heard of your Lordships nothing, Ile put that to the venture. Well, thou shalt haue meat, Ile send it to thee. Ile keepe no state my Lord, neither doe I mourne, Ile dine with you. Is such a thing as this allowed to liue: What power hath let thee loose vpon the earth To plague vs for our sinnes? out of my dores. I would your Lordship did but see how well This furie doth become you, it doth shew So neere the life, as it were naturall. O thou damn'd woman, I will flie the veangeance That hangs aboue thee, follow if thou dar'st. I must not leaue this fellow, I will torment him to madnes, To teach his passions against kind to moue, The more he hates, the more Ile seeme to loue. Sir, what may be done by art shal be done, I weare not this blacke cloake for nothing.