Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

May Day · chunk 3 of 45

Chapman, George · published 1611 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 513 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.

I know he is young too, but that is in ability of body, but is he not a pretty little squat Gentleman, as you shall see amongst a thousand? Still from the cushion, still, tall and high, like a Cedar. I know he is tall also, but it is in his mind Sir, and it is not Hector but Paris, not thy full armful, but the sweet handful that a Lady delights to dandle. Now the good Devil take thee, if there be any such in hell, hell I beseech thee. Well, well signor Lorenzo, i'faith the little Squire is thought to be as parlesse a piece of flesh, for a piece of flesh, as any hunts the hole pale of Venus I protest t'ee. I cannot contain myself, i'faith Boy, if the Wenches come in my walk, I give 'em that they come for, I dally not with hem. I know you do not Sir, his dallying days be done. It is my infirmity, and I cannot do withal, to die for't. I believe you Sir. There are certain envious old fellows, my neighbours, that say, I am one unwieldly and stiff: Angelo, didst ever hear any wench complain of my stiffness? Never in my life: your old neighbours measure you by themselves. Why there's the matter then? But i'faith Sir: do you ever hope to win your purpose at my losing hands, knowing her (as all the world does) a woman of that approved lowliness of life, and so generally tried? As for that take thou no care, she's a woman, is she not? Sure I do take her to have the flesh and blood of a woman. Then good enough, or then bad enough, this token shall be my Gentleman Usher to prepare my access, and then let me alone with her. I marry Sir, I think you would be alone with her; Well Sir, I will do my best, but if your Gentleman Usher should not get entrance for you now, it would be a grief to me. Fear it not man: Gifts and gold, take the strongest hold; Away, here comes a snudge that must be my son in law: I would be loath he should suspect these tricks of youth in me, for fear he fear my daughter will trot after me. Fare you well Sir. Godge you God morrow Sir, godge you God morrow. God morrow neighbour Gasparo: I have talked with my daughter, whom I do yet find a green young plant, and therefore unapt to bear such ripe fruit, I think I might have said rotten, as yourself: But she is at my disposition, and shall be at yours in the end, here's my hand, and with my hand take hers. Nay by my faith Sir, you must give me leave to shake her portion by the hand first. It is ready told for you Sir, come home when you will and receive it, and see, yonder she comes; away, she cannot yet abide you, because she fears she can abide you too well.
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PlayMay Day
AuthorChapman, George
Publication year (edition)1611
First performance / composition (Annals)1602 [1601-1602]
First performance (BritDrama)1604 [1601-1608]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
TheaterBlackfriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 695 · TCP A18415 · DEEP 573
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 45–67 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 45 in this edition
Length513 words · 654 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.726
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)
I know he is yong too, but that is in ability of body, but is he not a prety little squat Gentleman, as you shall see amongst a thousand? Still from the cushion, still, tall and high, like a Cedar. I know he is tall also, but it is in his minde Sir, and it is not Hector but Paris, not thy full armefull, but the sweet handfull that a Lady delights to dandle. Now the good Deuill take thee, if there be any such in hell, hell I beseech thee. Well, well Signior Lorenzo, yfaith the litle Squire is thought to be as parlesse a peece of flesh, for a peece of flesh, as any hunts the hole pale of Venus I protest t'ee. I cannot containe my selfe, yfaith Boy, if the Wenches come in my walke, I giue 'em that they come for, I dally not with hem. I know you doe not Sir, his dallying dayes be done. It is my infirmity, and I cannot doe withall, to die for't. I beleeue you Sir. There are certaine enuious old fellowes, my neighbours, that say, I am one vnwieldly and stiffe: Angelo, didst euer heare any wench complaine of my stiffenesse? Neuer in my life: your old neighbours measure you by themselues. Why ther's the matter then? But yfaith Sir: doe you euer hope to winne your purpose at my losing hands, knowing her (as all the world does) a woman of that approued lowlynesse of life, and so generally tryed? As for that take thou no care, shee's a woman, is shee not? Sure I doe take her to haue the flesh and blood of a woman. Then good enough, or then bad enough, this token shall be my Gentleman Vsher to prepare my accesse, and then let me alone with her. I marry Sir, I thinke you would be alone with her; Well Sir, I will doe my best, but if your Gentleman Vsher should not get entrance for you now, it would be a griefe to me. Feare it not man: Gifts and gold, take the strong'st hold; Away, here comes a snudge that must be my sonne in law: I would be loth he should suspect these tricks of youth in me, for feare he feare my daughter will trot after me. Fare you well Sir. Godge you God morrow Sir, godge you God morrow. God morrow neighbour Gasparo: I haue talk't with my daughter, whom I doe yet finde a greene yong plant, and therefore vnapt to beare such ripe fruit, I thinke I might haue said rotten, as your selfe: But shee is at my disposition, and shall be at yours in the end, here's my hand, and with my hand take hers. Nay by my faith Sir, you must giue me leaue to shake her portion by the hand first. It is ready told for you Sir, come home when you will and receiue it, and see, yonder shee comes; away, shee cannot yet abide you, because shee feares shee can abide you too well.