Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Cupid's Whirligig · chunk 36 of 46

Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the King's Revels
unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 503 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.

Alas husband, he would a killed this poor Gentleman, but that he came and ran in here for shelter, and because I would not suffer him spoil him here in your house, he is gone in such a rage as you never saw. My faith, and he swore indeed he would be revenged in another place: did he not Wages? he did indeed sir. Believe me, and he might easily have slain you sir, for he had a very long rapier. True, I know myself he had the better weapon, or else I would near a stood so against him. ay, had I such a rapier, I would a made him run like an Irish Lackey. ay, to have overtaken ye. Well wife, believe me, I thank ye for this: for I would not for the wealth of all this town he should a hurt him in my house, well sir you shall sup with me: and after supper i'll conduct you to your lodging myself, but fear nothing. I thank you sir. Why did you not perceive it? Not, I protest. O monstrous! why did she not say herself, she knew he had the better weapon, for which cause she stood against him, meaning Bawdry, flat bawdry, and yet you could not perceive it: now by this light, had you slept but one foot lighter, ye had taken them in the very fact, but you go dreaming hanging down your head, that 'tis no marvel your wife makes you a Cuckold: for the husband being the wives head, why when the head goes down thus, the heels must needs mount up. I'll never more hear of reconcilement, but be divorced immediately. straight put her away, why you may have wives enough. O wives too much. There's your Peg, shee is faire, modest, honest, discreete and honorable. And would 'a be acquainted with me fall'st? Who? The man thou speakest of. Why I speak of none, I talk of a woman, And have all these good conditions. ay, why not? Dost know her. I. Hark then, rent a chamber, hang out her picture, take twelve pence a piece at the least, For enough will come I know: To see that which none else can show. 'slight I think the man be mad, but will ye not have her sir? Yes, if thou tell true, who would not have her: but first make winged speed to purchase my divorce, hold here's money, make haste, use no delay, For all men must for expedition pay. I go, and you shall be divorced or else my brain shall sweat: for what your folly loseth, my wit shall get. O Wages, i'll tell thee news, I have sent for a divorce, and what wilt thou say when I am married to a new wife? Then sir will I say as the proverb says, marriage and hanging comes by destiny: but if ye be divorced, & will follow my counsel you shall hang yourself, rather than marry again.
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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 789–821 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 36 of 46 in this edition
Length503 words · 636 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousy 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)
Alas husband, he would a kild this poore Gentleman, but that he came and ranne in heere for shelter, and because I would not suffer him spoile him here in your house, he is gone in such a rage as you neuer saw. My faith, and he swore indeede hee would be reuenged in an other place: did he not Wages? he did indeed sir. Beleeue me, and he might easily haue slaine you sir, for he had a very long apier. True, I know my selfe he had the better weapon, or else I would ere a stood so against him. I, had I such a rapier, I would a made him run like an Irish Lackey. I, to haue ouertaken ye. Wel wife, beleue me, I thank ye for this: for I wld not for the wealth of all this towne he should a hurt him in my house, well sir you shall sup with mee: and after supper ile conduct you to your lodging my selfe, but feare nothing. I thanke you sir. Why did you not perceiue it? Not, I protest. O monstrous! why did she not say herselfe, she knew hee had the better weapō, for which cause she stood against him, meaning Bauderie, flat baudery, and yet you could not perceiue it: now by this light, had you slept but one foote lighter, ye had taken them in the verrie fact, but you goe dreaming hanging downe your head, that tis no mauell your wife makes you a Cuckold: for the husband being the wiues head, why when the head goes downe thus▪ the heeles must needes mount vp. Ile neuer more heare of rcconcilement, but bee diorced immediately. Streight put her away, why you may haue enough. O wies too There's your Peg, shee is faire, modest, honest, discreete and honorable. And would a be acquainted with me fal'st? Who? The man thou speakest of. Why I speake of none, I talke of a woman, And haue all these good conditions. I, why not? Doost know her. I. Harke then, rent a chamber, hang out her picture, take twelue pence a peece at the least, For enough wil come I knowe: To see that which none else can showe. Slight I thinke the man be madde, but yee not haue her sir? Yes, if thou tell true, who would not haue her: but first make winged speede to purchase my diuorce, holde heere's money, make hast, vse no delay, For all men must for expedition pay. I goe, and you shall bee diuorc'd or else my braine shall swe: for what your folly looseth, my wit shall get. O Wages, ile tell thee newes, I haue sent for a diuorce, and what wilt thou say when I am marryed to a newe wife? Then sir will I say as the prouerbe saies, marriage and hanging comes by destinie: but if ye be diuorced, & wil followe my counsaile you shal hang your selfe, rather then marrie againe.