Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Humor Out of Breath · chunk 12 of 28

Day, John · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the King's Revels
unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 494 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.

Lord what a while this jest has been a brooding? and it proves but addle too now it is hatched. 'tis a pig of your own sow madam, and I hope your wit will bestow the nursing of it. So it had need, I think 'tis like to have but a dry nurse of yours. O dry jest, all the wit in your head will scarce make sippits in't, what a ground? and such a fair landing place? get ashore, or be rank amongst fools for ever. And faith is't not pity such a proper man should keep company with a fool. I keep company with none but you Lady. You keep mine against my will. So do I the fools I protest; but take away yours, i'll soon shift away the fools. I have not seen a fool so handsomely shifted in Venice. But come, shall the fool and you be friends? The fool and I? you're too familiar. Why, I hope a fool may be a lady's familiar at all times. Come you're too saucy. Indeed 'tis a fools part of Jove to be in the sauce afore my Lady; otherwise I am neither fool nor saucy. Not, proud sir? Not, coy Lady; come why should your tongue make so many false fires that never come from your heart: you love me, I know you love me, your spirit, your look, your countenance bewrays it. You jest. in earnest you do, and you shall know't in earnest too, lend me this jewel. jewel? away you sharking companion. How? Wandering stravagant, that like a drone flies humming from one land to another. 'slight and thou hast any wit, now show her thy sting. And lightest upon every dairy maid and kitchen-wench. And now and then on a Lady's lip as— You did of mine you would say, and I am heart sorry you can say it, and when by your buzzing flattery, you have sucked the smallest favour from them, you presently make wing for another. Marry buz. Double the zard and take the whole meaning for your labour. The buzzards wit's not so bald yet I trow. A word in your ear, madam the buzzard will anger you. With staying you do. With going I shall. Away. I away, never entreat, 'tis too late, if you send after me, I will not come back, if you write to me, I will not answer, drown your eyes in tears, I will not wipe them, break your heart with sighs, I will not pity you: never look, signs cannot move me, if you speak, 'tis too late, if you entreat, 'tis bootless, if you hang upon me, 'tis needless, I offered love & you scorned it, my absence will be your death, and I am proud on't is he gone boy? Yes faith Madam. Clean out of sight? And out of mind to, or else you have not the mind of a true woman.
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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 573–610 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 28 in this edition
Length494 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T48 — Addressing a lady: love, desire and intimacy at 0.876
Other seedsseed 43: T31 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Lord what a while this ieſt has bin a brooding? and it proues but addle too now it is hatched. Tis a pig of your owne ſow madam, and I hope your wit will beſtow the nurſing of it. So it had need, I thinke tis like to haue but a drie nurſe of yours. O drie ieaſt, all the wit in your head will ſcarce make ſippits in't, what a ground? and ſuch a faire landing place? get a ſhore, or be ranke amongſt fooles for euer. And faith ist not pitty ſuch a proper man ſhould keep company with a foole. I keepe company with none but you Lady. You keepe mine againſt my will. So do I the fooles I proteſt; but take away yours, ile ſoone ſhift away the fooles. I haue not ſeene a foole ſo handſomely ſhifted in Venice. But come, ſhall the foole and you bee friends? The foole and J? y'are too familiar. Why, J hope a foole may be a Ladies familiar at all times▪ Come y'are too ſaucy. Indeed tis a fooles part of Ione to be in the ſauce afore my Lady; otherwiſe I am neither foole nor ſaucy. Not, proude ſir? Not, coy Lady; come why ſhould your tongue make ſo many falſe fiers that neuer come from your heart: you loue me, I know you loue me, your ſpirit, your looke, your countenance bewrayes it. You ieaſt. Jn earneſt you do, and you ſhall know't in earneſt too, lend me this iewell. Iewell? away you ſharking companion. How? Wandring ſtrauagant, that like a droane flies humming from one land to another. Slight and thou haſt any wit, now ſhew her thy ſting. And lightſt vpon euery dayry maid and kitchen-wench. And now and then on a Ladies lip as— You did of mine you would ſay, and J am hart ſory you can ſay it, and when by your buzzing flattery, you haue ſuckt the ſmalleſt fauour from them, you preſently make wing for another. Marry buz. Double the zard and take the whole meaning for your labour. The buzzards wit's not ſo bald yet I tro. A word in your eare, madam the buzzard will anger you. VVith ſtaying you do. VVith going I ſhall. Away. I away, neuer intreat, tis too late, if you ſend after me, I wil not come back, if you write to me, I will not anſwer, drowne your eyes in teares, I will not wipe them, breake your heart with ſighes, J will not pitty you: neuer looke, ſignes cannot moue me, if you ſpeake, tis too late, if you intreate, tis bootles, if you hang vpon me, tis needleſſe, I offred loue & you ſcornd it, my abſence will be your death, and I am proud ot▪ Js he gon boy? Yes faith Madam. Cleane out of ſight? And out of mind to, or els you haue not the mind of a true woman.