Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

May Day · chunk 13 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 · 514 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.

Go to, no more ado. GOd ye God morrow Sir, truly I have not heard a sweeter breath than your Page has. I am glad you like him Mistress Temperance. And how d'ee Sir? That I must know of you Lady, my welfare depends wholly upon your good speed. How say Sir? and by my soul I was coming to you in the morning when your young man came to me; I pray let him put on, unless it be for your pleasure. He is young, and can endure the cold well enough bareheaded. A pretty sweet child 'tis I promise you. But what good news Mistress Temperance, will your Mistress be won to our kind meeting? Faith I'll tell you Sir, I took her in a good mood this morning, and broke with her again about you, and she was very pleasant as she will be many times. Very well, and is there any hope of speed? No by my troth Gentleman, none in the world, an obstacle young thing it is, as ever I broke with all in my life: I have broke with a hundred in my days, though I say it, yet never met her comparison. Are all my hopes come to this Mistress Temperance? Nay 'tis no matter Sir, this is the first time that ever I spoke to any in these matters, and It shall be the last God willing. And even now she had broke with a hundred and a hundred. But do you love her Sir indeed? Dost thou make a question of that? Pardon me I pray Sir, I mean d'ee love her as a Gentleman ought to do, that is, to consummate matrimony with her as they say? That's no matter to you Mistress Temperance, do you procure our meeting, and let my favour be at her hands as I can enforce it. You say like an honest Gentleman; a woman can have no more: and faith Sir I wish you well, and every day ter dinner my Mistress uses to go to her chair or else lie down upon her bed, to take a nap or so, to avoid idleness as many good housewives do, you know, and then do I sit by her and sew, or so: and when I see her fast asleep, Lord do I think to myself, (as you know we waiting women have many light thoughts in our heads) Now if I were a man, and should bear my Mistress an ill will, what might I do to her now. Indeed then you have very good opportunity. The best that may be, for she sleeps like a sucking Pigge, you may jog her a hundred times, and she'll stir no more than one of your stones, here. And could you put a friend in your place think you? Nay by’r lady Sir, back with that leg, for if any thing come on't but well, all the burden will lie upon me. Why what can come of it? only that by this means I may solicit her love myself.
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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 231–255 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 45 in this edition
Length514 words · 622 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.850
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)
Goe to, no more adoe. GOd yee God morrow Sir, truly I haue not heard a sweeter breath then your Page has. I am glad you like him Mistris Temperance. And how dee Sir? That I must know of you Lady, my welfare depends wholly vpon your good speede. How say Sir? and by my soule I was comming to you in the morning when your yong man came to me; I pray let him put on, vnlesse it be for your pleasure. He is yong, and can endure the cold well enough bare-headed. A pretty sweet child 'tis I promise you. But what good newes Mistris Temperance, will your Mistris be wonne to our kinde meeting? Faith Ile tell you Sir, I tooke her in a good moode this morning, and broke with her againe about you, and shee was very pleasant as shee will be many times. Very well, and is there any hope of speede? No by my troth Gentleman, none in the world, an obstacle yong thing it is, as euer I broke with all in my life: I haue broke with a hundred in my dayes, tho I say it, yet neuer met her comparison. Are all my hopes come to this Mistris Temperance? Nay 'tis no matter Sir, this is the first time that euer I spake to any in these matters, and It shall be the last God willing. And euen now shee had broke with a hundred and a hundred. But doe you loue her Sir indeede? Do'st thou make a question of that? Pardon me I pray Sir, I meane dee loue her as a Gentleman ought to doe, that is, to consumiate matrimony with her as they say? Thats no matter to you Mistris Temperance, doe you procure our meeting, and let my fauour be at her hands as I can enforce it. You say like an honest Gentleman; a woman can haue no more: and faith Sir I wish you well, and euery day ter dinner my Mistris vses to go to her chaire or else lie down vpon her bedde, to take a nappe or so, to auoide idlenesse as many good huswifes do, you know, and then doe I sit by her and ew, or so: and when I see her fast a-sleepe, Lord doe I thinke to my selfe, (as you know we waiting women haue many light thoughts in our heads) Now if I were a man, and should beare my Mistris an ill will, what might I doe to her now. Indeede then you haue very good opportunity. The best that may be, for shee sleepes like a sucking Pgge, you may jogge her a hundred times, and shee'll stirre no more then one of your stones, here. And could you put a friend in your place thinke you? Nay birlady Sir, backe with that legge, for if any thing come on't but well, all the burthen will lye vpon me. Why what can come of it? only that by this meanes I may solicite her loue my selfe.