Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Every Woman in Her Humor · chunk 18 of 35

Anonymous · published 1609 · first performed or written 1607 [1599-1608] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the King's Revels
unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 507 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.

The generous will disburse coinage for satisfaction of your metaphysical endeavour. Yes, yes, I will discharge all. We make no doubt of that, come into a chamber, ye shall lie down a while, perhaps you'll be stiff anon, than you shall use your legs, the more you strive with it, the better, alas good hearts. Sol, sol, la, Tapster, give attendance Gentlemen, I hope all we are friends, the welkin is sky colour still, and men must grow by degrees, you must pardon me, I must sp— speak my mind. The uttermost of your mind at this time cannot be offensive. The friar was in the sol, sol, draw the other quart, I hope you are not angry gallants? and ye come to my lodging, ye shall be welcome, my Hosts shall bid you welcome: she's a good wench, if I say the word, she will fa— full fill it. Sirrah drawer, for the other that's a sleep, let him so remain: for the Dog let him be bound to a post for his appearance, till I take order for his undoing. The fool and the Dog shall both take rest at your command Sir. Gentlemen, I hope we are all friends, sol, sol, shall's have a catch? I, come come, every one catch a part. hay good boys i'faith, now a three man's song, or the old down a down: well, things must be as they may, fills the other quart, muscadine with an egg is fine, there's a time for all things, bonos nocthus. Good night to you sir. So, now Graccus see, what a polluted lump, A deformed Chaos of unsteady earth Man is, being in this ill kind unmanned, seeming something Bestial man, brutish animal: well 'tis thus decreed He shall be what he seems, that's dead. For what in him shows life, but a breathing air, Which by a free constraint itself engenders In things without life: as twixt a pair of bellows We feel a forcible air, having of itself Force & being, no more is this breathing block, But for his use in kind: give out in some burse or congregation Among the multitude, Philantus death. Let all the customary rights of funeral, His knell or what else be solemnly observed, I'll take order for his winding sheet: And further, to furnish it with further surety, I'll have a potion, that for twenty hours, Shall quench the motion of his breath. Go, spread, let me alone to effect it. I'll sow it I warrant thee, thou talk'st of burse, I have away worth ten on't, I'll first give it out in my Barber's shop, then at my ordinary, and that's as good as a broad: and as I cross Tiber, my waterman shall attach it, he'll send it away with the tide, then let it come out to an Oyster wenches ear, and she'll cry it up and down the streets. Let's first secure him from eyes, and at night he shall be portered to our chamber: so, now away.
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PlayEvery Woman in Her Humor
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1609
First performance / composition (Annals)1607 [1599-1608]
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 665 · TCP A15676 · DEEP 545
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 578–610 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 35 in this edition
Length507 words · 677 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T26 — Devils, hell and fiends at 0.719
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)
The generous will diſburſe coynage for ſatisfaction of your metaphiſicall endeuour. Yes, yes, I will diſcharge all. Wee make no doubt of that, come into a chamber, ye ſhall lye downe a while, perhaps youle bee ſtiffe anon, then you ſhall vſe your legges, the more you ſtriue with it, the better, alas good hearts. Sol, ſol, la, Tapſter, giue attendance Gentlemen, I hope all we are friends, the welkin is skie colour ſtill, and men muſt growe by degrees, you muſt pardon me, I muſt ſp—ſpeake my minde. The vttermoſt of your minde at this time cannot be offenſiue. The fryer was in the ſol, ſol, draw the tother quart, I hope you are not angrie gallants? and yee come to my lodging, ye ſhall be welcome, my Hoſtes ſhall bid you welcome: ſhee's a good wench, if I ſay the word, ſhe wil fa—full fill it. Sirra drawer, for the other thats a ſleepe, let him ſo remaine: for the Dog let him be bound to a poſt for his appearance, till I take order for his vndooing. The foole and the Dogge ſhall both take reſt at your commaund Sir. Gentlemen, I hope we are all friends, ſol, ſol, ſhals haue a catch? I, come come, euerie one catch a part. Hey good boies ifaith, now a three mans ſong, or the olde downe a downe: well, things muſt be as they may, fils the other quart, muskadine with an egge is fine, theres a time for all things, bonos nocthus. Good night to you ſir. So, now Graccus ſee, what a polluted lumpe, A deformed Chaos of vnſteddy earth Man is, being in this ill kinde vnmād, ſeeming ſomthing Beſtiall man, brutiſh animall: well tis thus decreede He ſhall be what he ſeemes, that's deade. For what in him ſhowes life, but a breathing ayre, Which by a free conſtraint it ſelfe ingenders In things without life: as twixt a paire of bellowes We feele a forcible aire, hauing of it ſelfe Force & being, no more is this breathing block, But for his vſe in kinde: giue out in ſome burſſe or cōgregation Among the multitude, Philantus death. Let all the cuſtomarie rights of funerall, His knell or what elſe be ſolemnly obſerued, Ile take order for his winding ſheete: And further, to furniſh it with further ſuertie, Ile haue a potion, that for twentie houres, Shall quench the motion of his breath. Goe, ſpread, let me alone to effect it. Ile ſow it I warrant thee, thou talkſt of burſſe, I haue away worth ten on't, ile firſt giue it out in my Barbers ſhop, then at my ordinarie, and that's as good as a broad: and as I croſſe Tiber, my waterman ſhall attach it, heele ſend it away with the tide, then let it come out to an Oyſter wenches eare, and ſheele crie it vp and downe the ſtreetes. Let's firſt ſecure him from eyes, and at night he ſhall be portered to our chamber: ſo, now away.