Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Family of Love · chunk 21 of 40

Barry, Lording · published 1608 · first performed or written 1603 [c.1603-1607] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the King's Revels
T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.77 · 473 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

You'll come upon your Cue Doubt not of that; Then twenty times adieu. COme Boys, our clothes boys, and what is the most currant news periwinkle. Faith sir, Fortune hath favoured us with no news, but what the Pedlar brought from Norfolk. Is there nothing stirring at Court shrimp? Faith there is sir, but nothing new. Good wag faith, thou smell'st somewhat of a Courtier, though thy Mother was a citizen's wife, Off with that filthy great Band, nay quick, on with your rob of sanctity; nay suddenly man. And why must we shift ourselves into this demure habit, if impossible to be of the Family, and keep our own fashion. Tut man the name of a gallant is more hateful to them, than the sight of a Corner Cap, hadst thou heard the protestations the wife of a bellowsmender made but yesternight, against Gallants, thou hadst for ever abjured Crimson breeches. She swore that all Gallants, were persons inferior to bellowsmenders, for the trade of Bellowsmaking was very aerial & high, And what were men and women but bellows, for they take wind in at one place, and do evaporate at another; evaporate was her very phrase. methinks her phrase flew with somewhat too strong a vapour. Nay she proves farther, that all men receive their being chiefly from bellows, without which the fire burns not, without fire the pot seethes not, the pot not seething, powdered Beef is not to be eaten, of which she then averred our nation was a great devourer, and without which they could neither fight for their Country abroad, nor get children at home: For said she, powdered beef is a great joiner of nerves together. What answer madest thou? Mary, that I thought a Bawd was a greater joiner of nerves together, then powdered beef, with that she protested, that a Bawd was an instrument of the Devil, and as she had proved that bellowsmakers were of God's trade, so Bawds were of the devils trade: For (and thereupon she blew her Nose) the devil and Bawds did both live by the sins of the people. No more, mistress Purge is at hand. Vanish boys, away, make haste, before Ioue she'll be with us ere we can be provided for her. Advance your Lynke Club? At what time wert thou bound Club? At Guttyde: Hollantide, or Candletide? I was bound indeed about Midsummer. And when hath thy prenticeship end, At Michaeltide next? So I take it. They say Club you fall very heavy on such you love not, you never learned that of me. Indeed mistress I must confess, my falling is rustic gross, and butcherlike, marry yours is a pretty foolish light Court take falling: Yet believe me my master smells somewhat too gross of the Purgation, he wants tutoring. And why I pray?
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PlayThe Family of Love
AuthorBarry, Lording
Publication year (edition)1608
First performance / composition (Annals)1603 [c.1603-1607]
First performance (BritDrama)1607 [1606-1607]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the King's Revels
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 616 · TCP A07495 · DEEP 509
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 636–658 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 40 in this edition
Length473 words · 640 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.772 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
Youle come vpon your Cue Doubt not of that; Then twenty times adieu. COme Boyes, our clothes boyes, and what is the moſt currant newes Periwincle. Faith ſir, Fortune hath fauoured vs with no newes, but what the Pedlar brought from Norfolke. Is there nothing ſtirring at Court Shrimpe? Faith there is ſir, but nothing new. Good wag fayth, thou ſmellſt ſomwhat of a Courtier, though thy Mother was a Citizens wife, Off with that filthy great Band, nay quick, on with your robe of ſanctity; nay ſuddenly man. And why muſt we ſhift our ſelues into this demure habite, if impoſſible to be of the Family, and keepe our owne faſhion. Tut man the name of a gallant is more hatefull to them, then the ſight of a Corner Cap, hadſt thou heard the proteſtations the wife of a bellowſmender made but yeſternight, againſt Gallants, thou hadſt for euer abiured Crimſon breeches. She ſwore that all Gallants, were perſons inferiour to bellowſmenders, for the trade of Bellowſmaking was very aeriall & high, And what were men and women but bellowes, for they take wind in at one place, and doe euaporate at another; euaporate was her very phraſe. Me thinks her phraſe flew with ſomwhat too ſtrong a vapor. Nay ſhe proues farther, that all men receiue their being chiefly from bellowes, without which the fire burnes not, without fire the pot ſeeths not, the pot not ſeething, powdred Beefe is not to be eaten, of which ſhe then auerr'd our nation was a great deuourer, and without which they could neyther fight for their Country abroad, nor get children at home: For ſayd ſhe, powdred beefe is a greate ioyner of nerues together. What anſwer madeſt thou? Mary, that I thought a Bawde was a greater ioyner of nerues together, then powdred beefe, with that ſhe proteſted, that a Bawde was an inſtrument of the Diuell, and as ſhe had proued that bellowſmakers were of Gods trade, fo Bawdes were of the diuells trade: For (and thereupon ſhe blew her Noſe) the diuell and Bawdes did both liue by the ſins of the people. No more, miſtris Purge is at hand. Vaniſh boyes, away, make haſt, before Ioue ſheel be with vs ere we can be prouided for her. Aduaunce your Lynke Club? At what time wert thou bound Club? At Guttyde: Hollantyde, or Candletide? I was bound indeed about Mydſommer. And when hath thy prentiſhip end, At Mychaeltyde next? So I take it. They ſay Club you fall very heauy on ſuch you loue not, you neuer learnt that of me. Indeede miſtris I muſt confeſſe, my falling is ruſticke groſſe, and butcherlike, marrie yours is a pretty fooliſh light Court take falling: Yet beleeue mee my maſter ſmelles ſomewhat too groſſe of the Purgation, he wants tutering. And why I pray?