Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 7 of 47

Wilkins, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men
T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.77 · 466 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.

My Lord speaks like a father for my Kinsman. And I have found him one of Noble parentage, A Niece of mine, nay I have broke with her, Know thus much of her mind, what for my pleasure As also for the good appears in him, She is pleased of all that's hers to make him King. Our name is blessed in such an honoured marriage Also I have appointed Doctor Baxter, Chancellor of Oxford to attend me here And see he is come. Good master Doctor. My honourable Lord. I have possessed you with this business master Doctor To see the contract twixt you honoured Niece and master Scarborrow. 'tis so, and I did look for him by this. I saw him leave his horse as I came up. So, so. Then he will be here forthwith: you Master Baxter Go Usher hither straight young Katherine, Sir William, here and I will keep this room till you return. My honourable Lord. 'tis well done Scarborrow. Kind Uncle. Thanks my good Couz. You have been welcome in your Country Yorkshire. The time that I spent there my Lord was merry. 'twas well, 'twas very well, and in your absence, your Uncle here and I, have been bethinking what gift betwixt us we might bestow on you, That to your house large dignity might bring, With fair increase, as from a Crystal spring. My name is bound to your beneficence, your hands hath been to me like bounties purse, Never shut up, yourself my foster-Nurse: Nothing can from your honour come; prove me so rude, But I'll accept to shun Ingratitude. We accept thy promise, now return thee this, A virtuous wife, accept her with a kiss. My honourable Lord. Fear not to take her man, she will fear neither, Do what thou canst being both a-bed together. O but my Lord. But me a Dog of wax, come kiss, and agree, Your friends have thought it fit, and it must be. I have no hands to take her to my wife. How Saucebox. O pardon me my Lord the unripeness of my years, Too green for government, is old in fears To undertake that charge. Sir, sir, I and sir knave, then here is a mellowed experience knows how to teach you, O God. O Jack. How both our cares, your Uncle and myself, Sought, studied, found out, and for your good, A maid, a Niece of mine, both fair and chaste, And must we stand at your discretion. O Good my Lord Had I two souls, then might I have two wives, Had I two faiths, then had I one for her, Having of both but one, that one is given To Sir Iohn Harcops daughter. Ha, ha, what's that, let me hear that again?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Miseries of Enforced Marriage
AuthorWilkins, George
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1606 [1605-1606]
First performance (BritDrama)1606 [1605-1607]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 586 · TCP A15352 · DEEP 484
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 245–305 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 47 in this edition
Length466 words · 614 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T27 — Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and patronage cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.767 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T39 · seed 44: T37 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My Lord speakes like a father for my Kinsman. And I haue found him one of Noble parentage, A Neece of mine, nay I haue broke with her, Know thus much of her mind, what for my pleasure As also for the good appeares in him, She is pleas'd of all thats hers to make him King. Our name is blest in such an honoured marriage Also I haue apointed Doctor Baxter, Chansellor of Oxford to attend me heere And see he is come. Good maister Doctor. My honourable Lord. I haue possest you with this business maister Doctor To see the contract twixt you honoured Neece and maister Scarborrow. Tis so, and I did looke for him by this. I saw him leaue his horse as I came vp. So, so. Then he will be heere forthwith: you Maister Baxter Go Vsher hether straight young Katherine, Sir William, here and I will keepe this roome til you returne. My honourable Lord. Tis well done Scarborrow. Kind Vnckle. Thankes my good Couz. You haue bin welcome in your Country Yorkshire. The time that I spent there my Lord was merry. Twas well, twas very well, and in your absence, your Vnckle heere and I, haue bin bethinking what gift betwixt vs we might bestow on you, That to your house large dignity might bring, With faire increase, as from a Christall spring. My name is bound to your benificence, your hands hath bin to me like bounties purse, Neuer shut vp, your selfe my foster-Nurse: Nothing can from your honor come; proue me so rude, But Ile accept to shun Ingratitude. We accept thy promise, now returne thee this, A vertuous wife, accept her with a kisse. My honourable Lord. Feare not to take her man, she will feare neither, Do what thou canst being both abed together. O but my Lord. But me a Dog of wax, come kisse, and agree, Your friends haue thought it fit, and it must be. I haue no hands to take her to my wife. How Sawce-box. O pardon me my Lord the vnripenes of my yeares, Too greene for gouernment, is old in feares To vndertake that charge. Sir, sir, I and sir knaue, then here is a mellowed experience knowes how to teach you, O God. O Iacke. How both our cares, your Vnckle and my selfe, Sought, studied, found out, and for your good, A maid, a Neece of mine, both faire and chast, And must we stand at your discretion. O Good my Lord Had I two soules, then might I haue two wiues, Had I two faiths, then had I one for her, Hauing of both but one, that one is giuen To Sir Iohn Harcops daughter. Ha, ha, whats that, let me heare that againe?