Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Westward Ho · chunk 7 of 45

Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (second)
unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 483 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.

How stale good Mistress nimble-wit? Why as stale as a Country Ostes, an Exchange Sempster, or a Court Laundress. He is your cousin, how your tongue runs? Talk and make a noise, no matter to what purpose, I have learned that with going to puritan Lectures. I was yesterday at a banquet, will you discharge my ruffs of some wafers, and how doth thy husband Wafer? Faith very well. He is just like a Torch bearer to Maskers, he wears good clothes, and is ranked in good company, but he doth nothing: thou art feign to take all, and pay all. The more happy she, would I could make such an ass of my husband to. I hear say he breeds thy child in his teeth every year. In faith he doth. By my troth 'tis pity but the fool should have the other two pains incident to the head. What are they? Why the headache and horn-ache. I heard say that he would have had thee nursed thy Child thyself to. That he would truly. Why there's the policy of husbands to keep their Wines in. I do assure you if a Woman of any markable face in the World give her Child suck, look how many wrinkles be in the Nipple of her breast, so many will be in her forehead by that time twelvemonth: but sirrah, we are come to acquaint thee with an excellent secret: we two learn to write. To write? Yes believe it, and we have the finest School master, a kind of Precision, and yet an honest knave to: by my troth if thou be'st a good wench let him teach thee, thou mayst send him of any arrant, and trust him with any secret; nay, to see how demurely he will bear himself before our husbands, and how jocund when their backs are turned. For God's love let me see him. Tomorrow we'll send him to thee: till then sweet Tenterhook we leave thee, wishing thou mayst have the fortune to change thy name often. How? change my name? ay, for thieves and widows love to shift many names, and make sweet use of it to. O you are a wag indeed. Good Wafer remember my school master. Farewell good Honysuckle. Farewell Tenterhook. Boniface, make an end of my cloak and Cap. I have dispatch 'em Sir: both of them lie flat at your mercy. Fore-god methinks my joints are nimbler every Morning since I came over then they were before. In France when I rise, I was so stiff, and so stark, I would ha' sworn my Legs had been wooden pegs: a Constable new chosen kept not such a peripatetical gate: But now I'm as limber as an Antiant that has flourished in the rain, and as Active as a Norfolk tumbler. You may see, what change of pasture is able to do.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayWestward Ho
AuthorDekker, Thomas / Webster, John
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1604
First performance (BritDrama)1604
Company (BritDrama)Children of Paul's (second)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 602 · TCP A20100 · DEEP 501
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 124–148 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 45 in this edition
Length483 words · 636 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.768
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)
How stale good Mistris nimble-wit? Why as stale as a Country Ostes, an Exchange Sempster, or a Court Landresse. He is your consin, how your tongue runs? Talke and make a noise, no matter to what purpose, I haue learn'd that with going to puritan Lectures. I was yesterday at a banquet, wil you discharge my ruffes of some wafers, and how doth thy husband Wafer? Faith very well. He is iust like a Torch bearer to Maskers, he wears good cloathes, and is rankt in good company, but he doth nothing: thou art faine to take al, and pay all. The more happy she, would I could make such an asse of my husband to. I heare say he breeds thy childe in his teeth euerie yeare. In faith he doth. By my troth tis pitty but the foole shoulde haue the other two paines incident to the head. What are they? Why the head-ake and horne-ake. I heard say that he would haue had thee nurst thy Childe thy selfe to. That he would truely. Why theres the policy of husbands to keepe their Wines in. I doe assure you if a VVoman of any markeable face in the Worlde giue her Childe sucke, looke how many wrinckles be in the Nipple of her breast, so many will bee in her forheade by that time twelue moneth: but sirra, we are come to acquaint thee with an excellent secret: we two learne to write. To write? Yes beleeue it, and wee haue the finest Schoole maister, a kind of Precision, and yet an honest knaue to: by my troth if thou beest a good wench let him teach thee, thou mayst send him of any arrant, and trust him with any secret; nay, to see how demurely he will beare himselfe before our husbands, and how iocand when their backes are turn'd. For Gods loue let me see him. To morrow weele send him to thee: til then sweet Tenterhook we leaue thee, wishing thou maist haue the fortune to chāge thy name often. How? change my name? I, for theeues and widdowes loue to shift many names, and make sweet vse of it to. O you are a wag indeed. Good Wafer remember my school master. Farewel good Honsuckle. Farewel Tenterhooke. Beniface, make an ende of my cloake and Cap. I haue dispatch em Sir: both of them lye flat at your mercie. Fore-god me thinkes my ioynts are nimbler euery Morning since I came ouer then they were before. In France when I rise, I was so stiffe, and so starke, I would ha sworne my Legs had beene wodden pegs: a Constable new chosen kept not such a peripateticall gate: But now I'me as Lymber as an Antiant that has flourisht in the raine, and as Actiue as a Norfolk tumbler. You may see, what change of pasture is able to doe.