Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

May Day · chunk 34 of 45

Chapman, George · published 1611 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 496 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Alas, why, Angelo is my father coming. Let us not talk but come down I say. Dear life, farewell, we'll shortly meet again, So parts the dying body from the soul; As I depart from my Aemilia. So enter frighted souls to the low world, As my poor spirit upon this sudden doubt, What may succeed this danger. Come away, you'll be whipped anon for your amourosity, hast for shame haste, etc. Once more and ever, fare my dear life well. Leave your amorous congees & get you in Dame; sir you and I will talk as 'twere betwixt the pales, now, get you and shift you of this suit presently. Shift me Angelo? why man? Ask me no questions, but go home and shift you presently, and when I have done a little business here within, I'll come and tell you my device: there hath more chanced than you are aware of, and then I can stand to tell you; away therefore presently go home and shift you. Very good sir, I will be ruled by you, and after learn the mysteries. Now will I let the little squire shift and cleanse himself without me, that he may be longer about fetching the Provost, and in the mean time will I take my Master's suit (of which the little squire took note) and put it on my sweet heart Francischina, who shall presently come and supply my Master's place, with his Mistress; for the little squire amazed with his late affrights and this sudden offenceful spectacle of his daughter, took no certain note who it was that accosted her; for if he had, he would have blamed me for my Master, only the colour of his garment sticks in his fancy, which when he shall still see where he left it, he will still imagine the same person wears it, and thus shall his daughter's honour and my Masters be preserved with the finest sugar of invention. And when the little squire discovers my sweet heart, she shall swear, she so disguised herself, to follow him, for her love to him; ha, ha ha, O the wit of man when it has the wind of a woman. HOld, hold, I pray thee hold; I yield my rapier, Let my submission, my presumption salve. Ignoble Lodwick, should I take thy life, It were amends too little for the wrong. O the precious heavens: How was I guled? haud, hide thyself for shame. And henceforth have an eye before thy fingers. Well do not jest it out, for I protest If this disguise, which my inhuman fate Puts on my proper sex, be by thy means Seen through, by any other than thyself, The quarrel twixt us shall be more than mortal. And thy dishonour to a friendless stranger (Exiled his native country, to remain Thrall to the mercy of such unknown maids As fortune makes the rulers of my life) Shall spread itself beyond my misery,
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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 747–778 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 45 in this edition
Length496 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.754
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)
Alas, why, Angelo is my father comming. Let vs not talke but come downe I say. Deere life, farewell, wee'll shortly meete againe, So parts the dying body from the soule; As I depart from my Aemilia. So enter frighted soules to the low world, As my poore spirit vpon this soddaine doubt, What may succeede this danger. Come away, you'll be whipt anone for your amourosity, hast for shame hast, &c. Once more and euer, fare my deere life well. Leaue your amorous congeis & get you in Dame▪ sir you and I will talke as 'twere betwixt the pales, now, get you and shift you of this sute presently. Shift me Angelo? why man? Aske me no questions, but goe home and shift you presently, and when I haue done a little businesse here within, Ile come and tell you my deuice: there hath more chanc't then you are aware of, and then I can stand to tell you; away therefore presently goe home and shift you. Very good sir, I will be ruld by you, and after leare the misteries. Now will I let the little squire shift and cleanse himselfe without me, that he may be longer about fetching the Prouost, and in the meane time will I take my Masters sute (of which the little squire tooke note) and put it on my sweet heart Francischina, who shall presently come and supply my Masters place, with his Mistris; for the little squire amaz'd with his late affrights and this suddaine offencefull spectacle of his daughter, tooke no certaine note who it was that accosted her; for if he had, he would haue blam'd me for my Master, only the colour of his garment sticks in his fancie, which when he shall still see where he left it, he will still imagine the same person weares it, and thus shall his daughters honour and my Masters be preseru'd with the finest sugar of inuention. And when the little squire discouers my sweet heart, shee shall sweare, shee so disguised her selfe, to follow him, for her loue to him; ha, ha ha, O the wit of man when it has the winde of a woman. HOld, hold, I pre thee hold; I yeeld my rapier, Let my submission, my presumption salue. Ignoble Lodwicke, should I take thy life, It were amends too little for the wrong. O the precious heauens: How was I gul'd? haud, hide thy selfe for shame. And henceforth haue an eye before thy fingers. Well do not ieast it out, for I protest If this disguise, which my inhumane fate Puts on my proper sexe, be by thy meanes Seene through, by any other then thy selfe, The quarrell twixt vs shall be more then mortall. And thy dishonour to a friendlesse stranger (Exild his natiue countrey, to remnine Thrall to the mercy of such vnknowne miads As fortune makes the rulers of my life) Shall spread it selfe beyond my misery,