Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Pericles, Prince of Tyre · chunk 29 of 36

Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals)
romance · King's Men · Globe
unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 476 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.

For me that am a maid, though most ungentle Fortune have placed me in this Sty, where since I came, diseases have been sold dearer than physic, that the gods would set me free from this unhallowed place, though they did change me to the meanest bird that flies i'th' purer air. I did not think thou couldst have spoke so well, near dremped thou couldst, had I brought hither a corrupted mind, thy speech had altered it, hold, here's gold for thee, persever in that clear way thou goest and the gods strengthen thee. The good Gods preserve you. For me be you thoughten, that I came with no ill intent, for to me the very doors and windows savour vilely, fare thee well, thou art a piece of virtue, & I doubt not but thy training hath been noble, hold, here's more gold for thee, a curse upon him, die he like a thief that robs thee of thy goodness, if thou dost hear from me it shallbe for thy good. I beseech your Honour one piece for me. Avaunt thou damned doorkeeper, your house but for this virgin that doth prop it, would sink and overwhelm you. Away. How's this? we must take another course with you? if your peevish chastity, which is not worth a breakfast in the cheapest country under the cope, shall undo a whole household, let me be gelded like a spaniel, come your ways. Whither would you have me? I must have your maidenhead taken off, or the common hangman shall execute it, come your way, we'll have no more Gentlemen driven away, come your ways I say. How now, whats the matter? Worse and worse mistress, she has here spoken holy words to the Lord O . He makes our profession as it were to, stink afore the face of the gods mary hang her up up for The Nobleman would have dealt with her like a Noble man, and she sent him away as cold as a snowball, saying his prayers too. Bolt take her away, use her at thy pleasure, crack the glass of her virginity, and make the rest malleable. And if she were a thornyer piece of ground than she is, she shall be ploughed. Hark, hark you Gods. She conjures, away with her, would she had never come within my doors, Marry hang you: shes borne to undo us, will you not go the way of wemenkinde? Marry come up my dish of chastity with rosemary & bay. Come mistress, come your way with me. Whither wilt thou have me? To take from you the jewel you hold so dear. Prithee tell me one thing first. Come now your one thing. What canst thou wish thine enemy to be. Why, I could wish him to be my master, or rather my mistress.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayPericles, Prince of Tyre
AuthorShakespeare, William / Wilkins, George
Publication year (edition)1609
First performance / composition (Annals)1608 [1606-1608]
First performance (BritDrama)1607 [1606-1608]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
TheaterGlobe;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 666 · TCP A12024 · DEEP 546
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1538–1563 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 36 in this edition
Length476 words · 616 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.813
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)
For me that am a maide, though most vngentle Fortune haue plac't mee in this Stie, where since I came, diseases haue beene solde deerer then phisicke, that the gods would set me free from this vnhalowed place, though they did chaunge mee to the meanest byrd that flyes th purer ayre. I did not thinke thou couldst haue spoke so well, nre dremp't thou could'st, had I brought hither corrupted minde, thy speeche had altered it, holde, heeres golde for thee, perseuer in that cleare way thou goest and the gods strengthen thee. The good Gods preserue you. For me be you thoughten, that I came with no ill intent, for to me the very dores and windows auor , fare thee well, thou art a peece of vertue, & I doubt not hy trainig hath bene noble, hold, heeres more golde for thee, a cuse vpon him, die he like a theefe that robs thee of thy goodnes, if thou doest heare from me it shalbe for thy good. I beseeche your Honor one peece for me. Auaunt thou damned dore-keeper, your house but for this virgin that doeth prop it, would and ouerwhelme you. Away. How's this? wee must take another course with you? if your peeuish chastitie, which is not worth a breake-fast in the cheapest coutrey vnder the coap, shall vndoe a whole houshold, let me be gelded like a spaniel, come your wayes. would you haue mee? I must haue your mayden-head taken off, or the cōmon hāg-man shal execute it, come our way, weele haue no more Gentlemen driuen away, come your wayes I say. How now, ats the atter? Worse and worse is, shee has heere spoken holie words to the Lor . O . He makes our profession as it were to, afore the face of the gods hang her vpforuer The Nobleman would aue dealt with her like a Noble man, and shee sent him away as as a Soweball, saying his prayers too. Boult take her away, vse her at thy pleasure, crck the glasse of her virginitie, and make the rest maliale. And if shee were a thornyer of ground then shee is, shee shall be plowed. Harke, harke you Gods. She conures, away with her, would she had neuer come within my doores, Marrie hang you: shee borne to vndoe vs, will you not goe the way of wemen-kinde? Marry come vp my dish of chastitie with rosemary & bas. Come mistris, come your way with mee. Whither wilt thou haue mee? To take from you the Iewell you hold so deer. Prithee tell mee one thing first. Come now your one thing. What canst thou wish thine enemie to be. Why, I could wish him to bee my master, or rather my mistris.