Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Two Maids of More-Clacke · chunk 10 of 33

Armin, Robert · published 1609 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1608] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the King's Revels
T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.85 · 499 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.

In disguise. Or not at all. That way or none. Iames, when I put thee from my thought, let me be hoodwinked from all, fortune, thy partaking gentleness is such, as I do love thee, troth I do. God continue this good league. Wotest what news? No. The lovers are expulsed, and my fair hopes shine the clearer: what wilt say when I do marry this Knights eldest daughter? That you are then possessed. She is mine contracted in her father's word. New broken sir. Ha. 'tis true your mother challenged it: but he as angry as the raging morn, whose choler breathing shakes high battlements, puts her off with a pause of contrary, I know it sir, her jointure is subscribed too, which else to do, sooner should earth to heaven presume a progress, than the grant make firm what the antecedent challenges, your mother upon this abandons from his bed, vowing bold absence, he enraged, gives way to all malign and stubborn fashion of contempt, such a close today never had practice, such a wedding night, till this sad first never had purchase: you shall well agree them sir, to atone this jar, use means I pray you, 'twill become ye, well, when wrangling wrestles with such violent injury, 'tis the sons office. 'tis the devils office and not mine, to hell obedience, if he break his word. You had a father loved ye better. He loud me as a king in a play, his servant who were seeing him gives kind applause, but small utility: my father in my childhood loud and left me to the world's eye, in bold necessity, I thank him for it, since he died my mother hath her chance, mine wants the proof, stand by Time's minion and inconstancy, oh. Have patience. Yes, whereunto? sith all my hopes lie level With despair, such milksops in whose breasts, Lingers a lagging hope, to them is patience sufferable; But to me, horror, and hell's black motions tickles Me on to mischief, and I will— So. Now swims upon the main, such shipwreck-souls, As the winds rage splits on the rocks of danger. ay, my wife, and son all three, now heave, and Fear of sinking, makes us timorous. Should we be shelving on the shallow beach, The seas rough gusts might scatter our intents, So idle purchase might be gathered up, from our so sudden shipwreck: No my state Stands yet secure: though maimed yet is not foiled: But salved by wise occasion may make good This sudden overflow of tide and flood. Where hadst this bread and butter? The crow did give it me. But take heed the kite take't not from thee. I'll choke first. Iohn shall's play at counter-hole i th' cloister? I ha' near a counter. I'll give thee one for a point. Do, and i'll play hose go down, O sir, Willy is a good man truly, here's good custard and capon, and good bread and butter too.
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PlayThe Two Maids of More-Clacke
AuthorArmin, Robert
Publication year (edition)1609
First performance / composition (Annals)1606 [c.1606-1608]
First performance (BritDrama)1608 [1607-1608]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the King's Revels
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 672 · TCP A21411 · DEEP 552
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 561–602 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 33 in this edition
Length499 words · 675 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.847 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T6 · seed 44: T7 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
In disguise. Or not at all. That way or none▪ Iames, when I put thee from my thought, let me be hud wincht from all, fortune, thy pertaking gentlenes is such, as I doe loue thee, troth I doe. God continue this good league. Wot'st what newes? No. The louers are expulst, and my faire hopes shine the clearer: what wilt say when I doe marrie this Knights eldest daughter? That you are then possest. She is mine contracted in her fathers word. New broken sir. Ha. Tis true your mother challeng'd it: but he as angry as the raging morne, whose choller breathing shakes high battlements, puts her off with a pause of contrarie, I know it sir, her ioynter is subscrib'd too, which else to doe, sooner should earth to heauen presume a progresse, then the grant make firme what the antecedent challenges, your mother vpon this abandons from his bed, vowing bold absence, he inrag'd, giues way to all maligne and stubborne fashion of contempt, such a cloze to day neuer had practise, such a wedding night, till this sad first neuer had purchase: you shall well agree them sir, to attone this iarre, vse meanes I pray you, t'will become ye, well, when wrangling wrestles with such violent iniurie, tis the sonnes office. Tis the diuels office and not mine, to hell obedience, if he breake his word. You had a father loued ye better. He loud me as a king in a play, his seruant who were seeing him giues kind applause, but small vtilitie: my father in my child-hoode loud and left me to the worlds eie, in bold necessitie, I thanke him for it, since he di'de my mother hath her chance, mine wants the proofe, stand by times minion and inconstancie, oh. Haue patience. Yes, whereunto? sith all my hopes ly leuell With despaire, such milk-sops in whose breasts, Lingers a lagging hope, to thē is patience sufferable; But to me, horror, and hels black motions tickles Me on to mischiese, and I will— So. Now swims vpon the maine, such shipwrack-soules, As the windes rage splits on the rocks of danger. I, my wife, and sonne all three, now heaue, and Feare of sinking, makes vs timorous. Should we be sheluing on the shallow beach, The seas rough gusts might scatter our intents, So idle purchase might be gathered vp, from our so sodaine shipwrack: No my state Stands yet secure: though maim'd yet is not foil'd: But salu'd by wise occasion may make good This sodaine ouerflow of tide and flood. Where had'st this bread and butter? The crow did giue it me. But take heede the kite tak't not from thee. I'le choake first. Iohn shal's play at counter-hole i▪th cloister? I ha nere a counter. Ile giue thee one for a point. Do, and i'le play hose go downe, O sir, Willy is a good man truly, heer's good custard and capon, and good bread and butter too.