Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 24 of 46

Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (second)
T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.73 · 468 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.

Then a was naming plots; did ye not hear? Yes but a fell from that, unto discovery, to corrupt by money, and so attain. ay, ay, a meant some Fort, or citadel the Duke hath, his very face betrayed his meaning, O he is a very subtle and a dangerous knave, but if a deal a God's name we shall worm him. But now comes the Stroke, the fatal blow, Fire, sword, & Poison, O cannibal, thou bloody cannibal. What had become of this poor state, had not we been? Faith it had lain buried in his own ashes; had not a greater hand been in't. But note the rascal's resolution, after th'acts done, because a would avoid all fear of torture, and cozen the Law, a would kill himself? was there ever the like danger, brought to light in this age? sure we shall merit much, we shallbe able to keep two men a piece, & a two hand sword between us, we will live in favour of the State, betray our ten or twelve treasons a week, and the people shall fear us: come, to the Lord Lucio, the Sun shall not go down till a be hanged. Look to my shop, & if there come ever a Scholar in black, let him speak with me, we that are shopkeepers in good trade, are so pestered, that we can scarce pick out an hour for our morning's meditation: & howsoever we are all accounted dull, and common jesting stocks, for your gallants; there are some of us, do not deserve it: for for my own part, I do begin to be given to my book, I love a scholar with my heart; for questionless there are marvelous things to be done by Art: why sir, some of them will tell you what is become of horses, & silver spoons, & will make wenches dance naked to their beds: I am yet unmarried, and because some of our neighbours are said to be Cuckolds, I will never marry without the consent of some of these scholars, that know what will come of it. Are you busy sir? Never to you sir, nor to any of your coat. Sir is there any thing to be done by Art, concerning the great heir we talked on? Will she, will she? she shall come running into my house at the farther corner, in Sa. Marks street, betwixt three and four. Betwixt three and four? she's brave in clothes; is she not? O rich! rich! where should I get clothes to dress her in? help me invention: Sir, that her running through the street, may be less noted, my Art more shown, and your fear to speak with her less, she shall come in a white waistcoat, And— What shall she?
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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 760–773 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 46 in this edition
Length468 words · 593 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.731 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Then a was naming plots; did yee not heare? Yes but a fell from that, vnto discouery, to corrupt by money, and so attaine. I, I, a meant some Fort, or Syttadell the Duke hath, his very face betraid his meaning, O hee is a very subtill and a dangerous knaue, but if a deale a Gods name we shall worme him. But now comes the Stroake, the fatall blow, Fire, sword, & Poyson, O Canibal, thou bloody Canibal. What had become of this poore state, had not we beene? Faith it had lyen buried in his owne ashes; had not a greater hand beene in't. But note the Rascals resolution, after th'acts done, because a wo'd auoid al feare of torture, and cousen the Law, a wo'd kill himselfe? was there euer the like danger, brought to light in this age? sure we shall merite much, we shalbe able to keep two men a peece, & a two hand sword between vs, we will liue in fauour of the State, betray our ten or twelue treasons a weeke, and the people shall feare vs: come, to the Lord Lucio, the Sunne shall not goe down till a be hanged. Looke to my shop, & if there come euer a Scholler in blacke, let him speak with me, we that are shop-keepers in good trade, are so pestered, that we can scarse pick out an houre for our mornings meditation: & howsoeuer we are all accounted dull, and common iesting stocks, for your gallants; there are some of vs, doe not diserue it: for for my own part, I doe begin to bee giuen to my booke, I loue a scholler with my heart; for questionles there are meruelous things to bee done by Arte: why sir, some of thē wil tel you what is become of horses, & siluer spones, & wil make wenches dance naked to their beds: I am yet vnmarried, and because some of our neighbours are said to be Cuckoldes, I will neuer marrie without the consent of some of these schollers, that know what will cōe of it. Are you busie sir? Neuer to you sir, nor to any of your coate. Sir is there any thing to bee done by Art, concerning the great heire we talked on? Will shee, will shee? shee shall come running into my house at the farther corner, in Sa. Markes street, betwixt three and foure. Betwixt three and foure? shee's braue in clothes; is shee not? O rich! rich! where should I get clothes to dresse her in? help me inuention: Sir, that her running through the streete, may be lesse noted, my Arte more shown, and your feare to speake with her lesse, shee shall come in a white wastcote, And— What shall shee?