Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Humor Out of Breath · chunk 11 of 28

Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the King's Revels
T4 Love-longing and the lover's complaint typicality 0.87 · 497 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T4: love, heart, sweet, loves, fair, phillis, eyes, beauty, amyntas, lovers.

ay but the first brother is first in beauty. First in your choice, but not in beauty sir. Come ye so near as choice: then 'tis time for me to stop for fear the music run too far out of tune, how now gallants? in dumps. No, but in love. That's a dump, loves nothing but an Italian dump or a French brawl. methinks 'tis sweeter music. And 'twere in tune I confess it, but you take your parts too low, you are treble Courtiers, and will never agree with these Country Manikins, the music's too base, never meddle in't. Peace dotard, peace, thy sight of love is done, Thou canst not see the glory of loves sun. Spent age with frosty clouds thy sight doth dim, That thou art blind to see and apt to sin. Is it accounted sin to speak the truth. And worse, when age spits poison against youth. They do not fit your callings, let them go. Yet they are fair: we love, thou art loves foe. I am your friend, and wish you from this love. Canst thou heave hills? than thou my thoughts mayst move. but never else. Never! No never. Stay. We are bound for love. Hate. Hinder not our way. I boys? will Eagles eaglets turn to bastards. Then must I change my vain, and once more prove, To teach you how to hate as well as love. SWeet honey candy madam, if it be no forfeit to tell tales out of Cupid's free school, tell what proficient your lover Aspero proves. Now so love help me lot, a passing weak one and very unready. The better, for women would have their lovers unready to choose. Now ready you are to play the knave? but to Aspero I do not think but there's good music in him, your tongue harps so much upon his name. I shall never forget him. i'faith Lady then I know what I know. What do you know I prey? Marry that if you never forget him, you shall ever remember him, was he never in your chamber. Yes, but he showed himself the strangest fool: And by my troth lo. I am sorry for't to, I had as good an appetite to maintain discourse; but here 'a comes, if ever I choose a man by the fullness of his Calf, or a cock by the crowing, look and the bashful fool do not blush already. You may do well to kiss him, and make him bold Madam. Boy, go know what strange gentleman that is. Slid what a strange Lady's this madam though I seem a stranger to you, I lay with one last night that's well acquainted with you. Acquainted with me? And knows you, and loves you, and you love him, & have bestowed kind favours of him to. I bestow favours? what favours? Though 'twere but a trifle he took it as kindly as some would have done a kiss.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 529–572 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 28 in this edition
Length497 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T4 — Love-longing and the lover's complaint cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.867 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T2 · seed 44: T3 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I but the firſt brother is firſt in beauty▪ Firſt in your choice, but not in beauty ſir. Come yee ſo neere as choice: then tis time for mee to ſtop for feare the muſick run too far out of tune, how now gallants? in dumps. No, but in loue. Thats a dumpe, loues nothing but an Jtalian dumpe or a French brawle. Me thinkes tis ſweeter muſicke. And twere in tune I confeſſe it, but you take your parts too low, you are trebble Courtiers, and will neuer agree with theſe Country Mynnikins, the muſickes too baſe, neuer meddle in't. Peace doatard, peace, thy ſight of loue is done, Thou canſt not ſee the glory of loues ſunne. Spent age with froſty clowds thy ſight doth dim, That thou art blind to ſee and apt to ſin. Is it accounted ſin to ſpeake the truth. And worſe, when age ſpits poyſon againſt youth. They do not fit your callings, let them go. Yet they are faire: we loue, thou art loues foe. J am your friend, and wiſh you from this loue. Canſt thou heaue hills? then thou my thoughts maiſt mon ▪ but neuer els. Neuer! No neuer. Stay. We are bound for loue. Hate. Hinder not our way. J boyes? will Eagles Eglets turne to baſtards. Then muſt J change my vaine, and once more proue, To teach you how to hate aſwell as loue. SWeet hony candy madam, if it be no forfeit to tell tales out of Cupids free ſchoole, tell what proficient your louer Aſpero proues. Now ſo loue helpe me lot, a paſſing weake one and verye vnready. The better, for women would haue their louers vnreadye chooſe. ready you are to play the knaue? but to Aſpero not thinke but thers good muſick in him, your tongue harps ſo much vpon his name▪ J ſhall neuer forget him. I faith Lady then I know what J know▪ What do you know I prey? Marry that if you neuer forget him, you ſhall euer remember him, was he neuer in your chamber▪ Yes, but he ſhewed himſelfe the ſtrangeſt foole: And by my troth loe. J am ſorry for't to, J had as good an appetite to maintaine diſcourſe; but here acomes, if euer I chooſe a man by the fulneſſe of his Calfe, or a cock by the crowing, looke and the aſhfull foole do not bluſh already. You may do well to kiſſe him, and make him bold Madam. Boy, go know what ſtrange gentleman that is▪ Slid what a ſtrange Lady's this madam though I ſeeme a ſtranger to you, J lay with one laſt night that's well acquainted with you. Acquainted with me? And knowes you, and loues you, and you loue him, & haue beſtowed kind fauours of him to. I beſtow fauors? what fauours? Though twere but a triffle he tooke it as kindly as ſome would haue done a kiſſe▪