Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

May Day · chunk 9 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 · 491 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.

And I do, hang me; Come let's to the Duke. NAy Mistress, pray e'en go in again, for I have some inward news for you. What are those pray. 'tis no matter Mistress till you come in, but make much a time in the mean time, good fortune thrusts herself upon you in the likeness of a fine young Gentleman, hold up your apron and receive him while you may, a God's name. How say by that? you're a very wise counsellor. Well Mistress, when I was a Maid, and that's a good while ago I can tell you. I think very well. You were but a little one then I wiss. Nor you neither I believe. Faith it's one of the furthest things I can remember. But what when you were a Maid? Marry Mistress I took my time, I warrant you. And there's signor Leonoro now, the very flower of Venice, and one that loves you dearly I ensure you. God forgive him if he do, for I'll be sworn I never deserved his love, nor never will while I live. Why then, what say to signor Collatine! there's a dainty piece of venison for you, and a fervent lover indeed. He? I dare say, he knows not what wood loves shafts are made of, his Signiory would think it the deepest disparagement could be done to him, to say that ever he spent sigh for any Dame in Italy. Well, you have a whole brown dozen a suitors at least, I am sure; take your choice amongst'em all, if you love not all, yet you may love three or four on 'em to be doing withal. To be doing withal? love three or four? Why not, so you love 'em moderately. What must that strange made piece Theagines that you cry out upon so often, have all from other, and yet know not where he is? O my Theagine, not Theagines, thy love hath turned me woman like thyself, shall thy sight never turn me man again. Come let's to the Minster, God hear my prayers as I intend to stop mine ears against all my suitors. Well Mistress, yet peradventure, they may make you open afore the Priest have a penny for you, here's a coil to make wit and women friends: come hither wench, let me have thee single; now sit thee down, and hear good counsel next thy heart, and God give thee grace to lay it to thy heart. Fie cousin, will this wild tongue of yours never receive the bridle? Yes, thou shalt now see me stroke my beard, and speak sententiously: thou tellest me thy little father is in hand with a great rich marriage for thee, and would have thee commit matrimony with old Gasparo, art thou willing with it? I rather wish myself married to a thousand deaths. Then I perceive thou know'st him not; did he never woo thee?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 164–188 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 45 in this edition
Length491 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.806
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)
And I doe, hang me; Come lets to the Duke. NAy Mistris, pray eene goe in againe, for I haue some inward newes for you. What are those pray. Tis no matter Mistris till you come in, but make much a time in the meane time, good fortune thrusts her selfe vpon you in the likenesse of a fine yong Gentleman, hold vp your apron and receiue him while you may, a Gods name. How say by that? y'are a very wise counsailer. Well Mistris, when I was a Maide, and that's a good while agoe I can tell you. I thinke very well. You were but a little one then I wisse. Nor you neither I beleeue. Faith it's one of the furthest things I can remember. But what when you were a Maide? Marry Mistris I tooke my time, I warrant you. And ther's Signior Leonoro now, the very flower of Venice, and one that loues you deerely I ensure you. God forgiue him if he doe, for Ile be sworne I neuer deseru'd his loue, nor neuer will while I liue. Why then, what say to Signior Collatin! ther's a dainty peece of Venzon for you, and a feruent louer indeed. He? I dare say, he knowes not what wood loues shafts are made of, his Signiory woud think it the deepest disparagement could be done to him, to say that euer he spent sigh for any Dame in Italy. Well, you haue a whole browne dozen a suters at least, I am sure; take your choice amongst'em all, if you loue not all, yet you may loue three or foure on 'em to be doing withall. To be doing withall? loue three or foure? Why not, so you loue 'em moderately. What must that strange made peece Theagines that you cry out vpon so often, haue all from other, and yet know not where he is? O my Theagine, not Theagines, thy loue hath turn'd me woman like thy selfe, shall thy sight neuer turne me man againe. Come lets to the Minster, God heare my prayers as I intend to stop mine eares against all my suters. Well Mistris, yet peraduenture, they may make you open afore the Priest haue a penny for you, HEer's a coyle to make wit and women friends: come hither wench, let me haue thee single; now sit thee downe, and heare good counsaile next thy heart, and God giue thee grace to lay it to thy heart. Fie Cozen, will this wilde tongue of yours neuer receiue the bridle? Yes, thou shalt now see me stroke my beard, and speake sententiously: thou tellst me thy little father is in hand with a great rich marriage for thee, and would haue thee commit matrimony with old Gasparo, art thou willing with it? I rather wish my selfe marryed to a thousand deaths. Then I perceiue thou know'st him not; did he neuer wooe thee?