Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Woman Hater (The Hungry Courtier) · chunk 35 of 46

Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (second)
unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 476 words

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

I do contract myself unto thee now, before these gentlemen. I'll preserve it till you be hanged, or quitted. Thanks, thanks. Away, away, you shall thank her at the gallows. Adieu, adieu. If he live, I'll have him; if he be hanged, there's no loss in it. Hast thou provided one to bear my letter to my brother? I have inquired, but they of the house will suffer no letter nor message to be carried from you, but such as the Lord Gondarino shall be acquainted with: Truly Madam, I suspect the house to be no better than it should be. What dost thou doubt? Faith, I am loath to tell it Madam. Out with it, 'tis not true modesty to fear to speak that thou dost think. I think it be one of these same bawdy houses. 'Tis no matter wench, we are warm in it; keep thou thy mind pure, and upon my word, that name will do thee no hurt: I cannot force myself yet to fear any thing; when I do get out, I'll have another encounter with my Woman Hater. Here will I sit, I may get sight of some of my friends, it must needs be a comfort to them to see me here. Are we all sufficiently disguised? for this house where she attends me, is not to be visited in our own shapes. We are not ourselves. I know the house to be sinful enough, yet I have been heretofore, and durst now, but for discovering of you, appear here in my own likeness. Where's Lucio? My Lord, he said, the affairs of the Commonwealth, would not suffer him to attend always. Some great ones questionless that he will handle. Come, let us enter? See how Fortune strives, to revenge my quarrel upon these women, she's in the window, were it not to undo her, I should not look upon her. Lead us. Gondarino. Stay, since you force me to display my shame, Look there, and you my Lord, know you that face? 'Tis she? It is. 'Tis she, whose greatest virtue ever was Dissimulation, she that still hath strove More to sin cunningly then to avoid it: She that hath ever sought to be accounted Most virtuous, when she did deserve most scandal: 'Tis she that itches now, and in the height Of her intemperate thoughts, with greedy eyes Expects my coming to allay her lust: Leave her, forget she's thy sister. Stay, stay. I am as full of this, as thou canst be, The memory of this will easily Hereafter stay my loose and wandering thoughts From any woman. This will not down with me, I dare not trust this fellow. Leave her here, that only shall be her punishment, never to be fetched from hence; but let her use her trade to get her living.
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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 1060–1101 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 46 in this edition
Length476 words · 623 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants at 0.832
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)
I doe contract my selfe vnto thee nowe, before these gentlemen. Ile preserue it till you be hangd, or quitted. Thankes, thankes. Away, away, you shall thanke her at the gallows. Adiew, adiew. If he liue, Ile haue him; if he be hang'd, there's no losse in it. Hast thou prouided one to beare my letter to my brother? I haue enquir'd, but they of the house will suffer no letter nor message to bee carried from you, but such as the Lord Gondarino shall bee acquainted with: Truly Madam, I suspect the house to be no better then it should be. What doest thou doubt? Faith, I am loath to tell it Madam. Out with it, 'tis not true modesty to feare to speak that thou doest thinke. I thinke it be one of these same bawdy houses. 'Tis no matter wench, wee are warme in it; keepe thou thy minde pure, and vpon my word, that name will doe thee no hurt: I cannot force my selfe yet to feare any thing; when I do get out, Ile haue another encounter with my Woman Hater. Here will I sit, I may get sight of some of my friendes, it must needes be a comfort to them to see me here. Are wee all sufficiently disguiz'd? for this house where shee attendes mee, is not to bee visited in our own shapes. We are not our selues. I know the house to be sinful ynough, yet I haue bin heretofore, and durst now, but for discouering of you, appeare here in my owne likenesse. Where's Lucio? My Lord, he said, the affaires of the Commonwealth, would not suffer him to attend alwayes. Some great ones questionlesse that hee will handle. Come, let vs enter? See how Fortune striues, to reuenge my quarrell vpon these women, shee's in the window, were it not to vndoe her, I should not looke vpon her. Lead vs. Gondarino. Stay, since you force me to display my shame, Looke there, and you my Lord, know you that face? 'Tis shee? It is. 'Tis shee, whose greatest vertue euer was Dissimulation, she that still hath stroue More to sinne cunningly then to auoid it: She that hath euer sought to be accounted Most vertuous, when she did deserue most scandale: 'Tis she that itches now, and in the height Of her intemperat thoughts, with greedy eyes Expects my comming to allay her lust: Leaue her, forget shee's thy sister. Stay, stay. I am as full of this, as thou canst be, The memory of this will easily Hereafter stay my loose and wandring thoughts From any woman. This wil not downe with me, I dare not trust this fellow. Leaue her here, that onely shall be her punishment, neuer to be fetcht from hence; but let her vse her trade to get her liuing.