Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Cupid's Whirligig · chunk 31 of 46

Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the King's Revels
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 478 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.

Why how should she, unless some Hobgoblin, some Incubus or spirit of the buttery should beget it? why she, since you were gelded, never saw a man but through a window: she hath never trod her foot awry, for fear some ill construction should attend her steps, which like a boundless Ocean deep enraged, would drown her reputation. Not with child sayst thou? Not of my word sir. Wages I would thou wouldst but do some charitable offices. What? make ye friends again? True. But you'll prove false, and break that friendship? Never, as I hope to be reconciled, therefore tell me, wilt thou do't? Hum. truly I would do my good will, but I fear 'twill be but labour lost. I pray thee do but try: i'faith thou shalt not lose thy pains. O lass sir, you know I must feed on Quails. That was in my fury man, but wilt thou not do it? Pray sir, if you can get some other friend to speak in 't, do. Well, thou wilt leave me now then? Alas Sir, what would you have me do? by my troth sir, I am ashamed to speak in't: have ye not gelded and cut off all the content of marriage? why they that have the full performance of it, 'tis as much as they can do to please their Wives, and you that want all ability, must not only please her now, but make her amends for the wrong you have done her heretofore, and how have I the face to promise that which I know you have no means to perform it? Alas man, i'll do my good will. Do your good will, and that's much worth sure, yet since you have been my master, the world shall not say but i'll do what I can, i'll persuade what I may, ye shall see there shall be no fault in me. Mass here she comes: what will you do now? O, I'll hide me here, and so I shall hear all what she says. O this is excellent, come, come, come, and stand close, ye shall hear how i'll speak for ye: and if ye hear your pardon granted, come forth. I warrant ye. Morrow Madam. Morrow Wages. Morrow Mistress Nan. Morrow Wages. The Fox is caught, his head is in the noose. peace, speak soft, persuade, persuade. Faith Madam I have a suit unto you, but I am half ashamed to speed in't. 'slight, the rogue says he is ashamed to speak for me, hist Wages, hist wages. Madam, your man would make an ill suitor, that is ashamed to speak in his suit. What the Devil ail you, what are you made you'll be spied anon. A pox on thee, art not ashamed to tell her that thou art a shamed to speak for me? hist, hist, Wages.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayCupid's Whirligig
AuthorSharpham, Edward
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1607
First performance (BritDrama)1607
Company (BritDrama)Children of the King's Revels
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 581 · TCP A12074 · DEEP 478
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 653–683 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 46 in this edition
Length478 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.807
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)
VVhy how should she, vnlesse some Hobgoblin, some Incubus or spirit of the butterie should beget it? why shee, since you were gelded, neuer saw a man but through a windowe: shee hath neuer trod her foote awry, for feare some ill construction should attend her steps, which like a boundlesse Ocean deepe inrag'd, would drowne her reputation. Not with childe saist thou? Not of my word sir. Wages I would thou wouldst but doe some charitable offices What? make ye friendes againe? True. But youle prooue fale, and breake that friendshippe? Neuer, as I hope to be reconcil'd, therefore tell me, wil thou doo't? Hum: truely I would doe my good will, but I feare twill be but labour lost. I pray thee doe but trie: I faith thou shalt not loose thy paines. O lasse sir, you know I must feede on Quailes. That was in my furie man, but wilt thou not doe it? Pray sir, if you can get some other friend to speake in 't, do. Well, thou wilt leaue me now then? Alas Sir, what would you haue me doe? by my troth sir, I am asham'd to speake in't: haue yee not gelded and cut off al the content of marriage? why they that haue the full performance of it, tis as much as they can doe to please their Wiues, and you that want all abilitie, must not onely please her now, but make her amends for the wrong you haue done her heeretofore, and how haue I the face to promise that which I knowe you haue no meanes to performe it? Alas man, ile doe my good will. Doe your good wil, and thats much worth sure, yet since you haue bene my maister, the world shal not say but ile do hat I can, ile perswade what I may, ye shal see there shall be no fault in me. Masse heere shee comes: what will you doe now? O ile hide me here, and so I shall heare all what shee saies. O this is excellent, come, come, come, and stand close, ye shall heare how ile speake for ye: and if ye heare your pardon graunted, come forth. I warrant ye. Morrow Madam. Morrow Wages. Morrow Mistris Nan. Morrow Wages. The Fox is caught, his head is in the ouse. peace, speake soft, perswade, perswade. Faith Madam I haue a sute vnto you, but I am halfe a sham'd to speede in't. Slight, the rogue saies hee is a sham'd to speake for me, hist Wages, hist wages. Madam, your man would make an ill suter, that is ashamde to speake in his sute. What the Diuell aile you, what are you made youle be spide anon. A pox on thee, art not ashamde to tell her that thou art a shamde to speake for me? hist, hist, Wages.