Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Northward Ho · chunk 17 of 42

Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1605 (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (second)
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 494 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.

O God Sir. Nay no complement your loves command it: shall's to dinner Gentlemen, come master Bellamont I'll be the Gentleman usher to this fair Lady. Here is your ring Mistress; a thousand times,— and would have willingly lost my best of maintenance that I might have found you hair so tractable. Sir I am still myself, I know not by what means you have grown upon my husband, he is much deceived in you I take it: will you go in to dinner— O God that I might have my will of him & it were not for my husband i'd scratch out his eyes presently. Welcome to London bonny mistress Kate, thy husband little dreams of the familiarity that hath passed between thee & I Kate. no matter if he did: he ran away from me like a base slave as he was, out of Yorkshire, and pretended he would go the Island voyage, since I near heard of him till within this fortnight: can the world condemn me for entertaining a friend, that am used so like an Infidel? I think not, but if your husband knew of this he'd be divorced. He were an ass then, no wisemen should deal by their wives as the sale of ordinance passeth in England, if it break the first discharge the workman is at the loss of it, if the second the Merchant, & the workman jointly, if the third the Merchant, so in our case, if a woman prove false the first year, turn her upon her father's neck, if the second, turn her home to her father but allow her a portion, but if she hold pure metal two year & fly to several pieces, in the third, repair the ruins of her honesty at your charges, for the best piece of ordinance, may be cracked in the casting, and for women to have cracks and slaves, alas they are borne to them, now I have held out four year, doth my husband do any things about London doth he swagger? O as tame as a fray in Fleetestreet, when their are nobody to part them. I ever thought so, we have notable valiant fellows about Doncaster, they'll give the lie and the stab both in an instant. You like such kind of manhood best Kate. Yes in troth for I think any woman that loves her friend, had rather have him stand by it then lie by it, but I pray thee tell me, why must I be quartered at this citizens garden house, say you. The discourse of that will set thy blood on fire to be revenged on thy husband's forehead piece. will you go in to dinner sir? will you lead the way forsooth? No sweet forsooth we'll follow you. O Master Bellamont: as ever you took pity upon the simplicity of a poor abused gentlewoman: will you tell me one thing. Any thing sweet Mistress Mayberrie.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayNorthward Ho
AuthorDekker, Thomas / Webster, John
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1605
First performance (BritDrama)1605
Company (BritDrama)Children of Paul's (second)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 590 · TCP A20098 · DEEP 488
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 447–464 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 42 in this edition
Length494 words · 597 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.776
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)
O God Sir. Nay no complement your loues comand it: shalls to dinner Gentlemen, come maister Bellamont Ile be the Gentleman vsher to this faire Lady. Here is your ring Mistris; a thousand times, —and would haue willingly lost my best of maintenance that I might haue found you haire so tractable. Sir I am still my selfe, I know not by what means you haue grown vpō my husbād, he is much deceaued in you I take it: will you go in to dinner—O God that I might haue my wil of him & it were not for my husbād ide scratch out his eyes presētly. Welcome to Londō bonny mistris Kate, thy husband little dreams of the familiarity that hath past betwene thee & I Kate. Noe matter if hee did: he ran away from me like a base slaue as he was, out of Yorke-shire, and pretended he would goe the Iland voiage, since I neere heard of him till within this fortnight: can the world condemne me for entertayning a friend, that am vsed so like an Infidel? I think not, but if your husbād knew of this he'd be deuorst. Hee were an asse then, no wisemen should deale by their wiues as the sale of ordinance passeth in Englād, if it breake the first discharge the workman is at the losse of it, if the second the Marchant, & the workman ioyntly, if the third the Marchant, so in our case, if a woman proue false the first yeare, turne her vpon her fathers nck, if the second, turne her home to her father but allow her a portion, but if she hould pure mettaile two yeare & flie to seueral peeces, in the third, repaire the ruines of her honesty at your charges, for the best peece of ordinance, may bee crackt in the casting, and for women to haue cracks and slaues, alas they are borne to them, now I haue held out foure yeare, doth my husband do any things about Londō doth he swagger? O as tame as a fray in Fleet estreete, when their are nobody to part them. I euer thought so, we haue notable valiant fellowes about Doncaster, theile giue the lie and the stab both in an instant. You like such kind of man-hood best Kate. Yes introth for I think any woman that loues her friēd, had rather haue him stand by it then lie by it, but I pray thee tel me, why must I be quarterd at this Cittizens garden house, say you. The discouse of that wil set thy bloud on fire to be reuēgd on thy husbands forhead peece. Wil you go in to dinner sir? Wil you lead the way forsoth? No sweete forsothe weele follow you. O Maister Bellamont: as euer you tooke pitty vpon the simplicity of a poore abused gentlewoman: wil you tell me one thing. Any thing sweet Mistris Mayberrie.