Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Humor Out of Breath · chunk 7 of 28

Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the King's Revels
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 475 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

Send him a letter that I come to kill him. 'twere great valour but little policy my Lord. How long have you been a Matchevillian boy? Ever since I practised to play the knave my Lord, Then policy and knavery are somewhat a kin. As near, as penury and gentry, a degree and half removed no more. How came in the kindred twixt gentry and penury? Shall I tell you sir. First tell me what thou art? Lime and hair: plaster of Paris, kneaded together with rye dow and goats milk, I am of a hot constitution, wonot freeze. Thy profession. A fool or a knave choose you which. Then thou art fit for any gentleman's company. True boy, for your sweet fool and your fine knave are like a pair of upright shoes, that gentlemen wear so long now of one foot, then of another, till they leave them never a good sole. That makes your fool & your knave have such bad soles; but what dost thou seek? Mine own undoing sir, service. Indeed service is like the common law, it undoes any one that follows it long, canst describe service? Yes, 'tis a vacant place, filled up with a complete knave, a miserable pandar, or an absolute beggar. your opinion boy. I say a servingman is an Antecedent. Because he sits before a cloak-bag. He is likewise a nominative Case, and goes before his mistress. That's when the verb he goes before his mistress and he can agree together. If not, he turns Accusative and follows his master. wilt follow me fellow. To a tavern, and thou wilt pay for my ordinary. My business is more serious, thou dost not know me. Nor myself neither so long as I have maintenance. Didst never hear of the wars betwixt Venice and Mantua. I cut some few of the Mantuans throats. And wert not a knave for't. No, I was a Venetian commander, a great man: the reason of this question. Dost know the Duke of Venice? I am his right hand. wilt do me a message to him. What is't? Tell him I hate him, my name's Aspero, has banished my father, usurps his dukedom, and I come to be revenged. Anthonio's son? vesfoot haste any gold. Thy reason. Shalt be revenged, give me money, i'll be thy snail & score out a silver path to his confusion. No, my revenge shall be like my father's wrongs in Aperto lend me any honest aid. Pax of honesty, it goes a-begging upon crutches, and can get relief out of few but scholars, I shall not kill him? Jde be thy death first. Yet you say you hate him. Equal with my shame. Make him chew a bullet then. No, though my state with poverty be tainted, Mine acts and honour shall live still acquainted.
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PlayHumor Out of Breath
AuthorDay, John
Publication year (edition)1608
First performance / composition (Annals)1608 [1607-1608]
First performance (BritDrama)1607 [1606-1608]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the King's Revels
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 630 · TCP A19975 · DEEP 522
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 339–386 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 28 in this edition
Length475 words · 641 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.734
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)
Send him a letter that I come to kill him. Twere great valor but little pollicy my Lord. How long haue you bin a matchiauilian boy? Euer ſince I practiſd to play the knaue my Lord, Then policy and knauery are ſomewhat a kin. As neere, as penury and gentry, a degree and half remou'de no more. How came in the kindred twixt gentry and penury? Shall I tell you ſir▪ Firſt tell me what thou art? Lyme and haire: playſter of Paris, kneaded together with rye dowe and goats milke, I am of a hot conſtitution, wonnot freeze. Thy profeſſion. A foole or a knaue chooſe you which. Then thou art fit for any gentlemans company. True boye, for your ſweete foole and your fine knaue are like a paire of vpright ſhooes, that gentlemen weare ſo long now of one foote, then of another, till they leaue them neuer a good ſoale. That makes your foole & your knaue haue ſuch bad ſoales; but what doſt thou ſeeke? Mine owne vndoing ſir, ſeruice. Indeed ſeruice is like the common law, it vndoes any one that followes it long, canſt deſcribe ſeruice? Yes, tis a vacant place, fild vp with a compleate knaue, a miſerable pandar, or an abſolute beggar. your opinion boy. I ſay a ſeruingman is an Antecedent. Becauſe he ſits before a Cloakebag. He is likewiſe a nominatiue Caſe, and goes before his miſtriſſe. Thats when the verbe he goes before his miſtriſſe and he can agree togither. If not, he turnes Aocuſatiue and followes his maſter. Woot follow me fellow. To a tauerne, and thou woot pay for my ordenary. My buſineſſe is more ſerious, thou doſt not know me. Nor my ſelfe neither ſo long as I haue maintenance. Didſt neuer heare of the wars betwixt Venice and Mantua. I cut ſome few of the Mantuans throates. And wert not a knaue for't. No, J was a Venetian commander, a great man: the reaſon of this queſtion. Doſt know the Duke of Venice? I am his right hand. Woot do me a meſſage to him▪ VVhat is't? Tell him J hate him, my name's Aſpero, has baniſht my father, vſurps his Duke dome, and I come to be reuengd. Anthonioes ſonne? vesfoot haſt any gold. Thy reaſon. Shalt be reuengd, giue me money, ile be thy ſnaile & ſcore out a ſiluer path to his confuſion. No, my reuenge ſhall be like my fathers wrongs in Apert lend me any honeſt aide. Pax of honeſty, it goes a begging vpon crutches, and can get reliefe out of few but ſchollers, I ſhall not kill him? Jde be thy death firſt. Yet you ſay you hate him. Equall with my ſhame. Make him chew a bullet then. No, though my ſtate with pouerty be tainted, Mine acts and honor ſhall liue ſtill acquainted.