Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

A Woman Is a Weathercock · chunk 25 of 32

Field, Nathan · published 1612 · first performed or written 1609 [1609-1610] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?) · before the Court
T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.82 · 480 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.

I know the Ring, and I have seen the Ruff about his neck, This comes of enforced marriages; Where was't done? And how escaped you? Sir receive it briefly: I am her Kinsman, and being newly come Over, and not intending to stay long, Took this day to go see my cousin Worldly, (For so my Name is) where I found all of them So deeply drenched in the Bridal cup, That sleep had ta'en possession of their eyes; Bacchus had given them such an overthrow, Their bodies lay like slaughtered carcases; One here, one there, making such antic faces, as drunkenness had mocked at drunkenness, Introth their postures and their sleep like death, (For theirs, was liker death, then sober sleep) Remembered me of body-scattered fields, after the bloody battles I have seen, 'twas such a season. To make short my tale, as Fate had said, Now murders may be done and ne'er revealed, approaching further, I Lighted upon a Chamber, where your Love Sat by this Merchant cast drunk on the bed, She weeping and lamenting her mishap, assured both of my daring, and my trust, Fell flat upon the ground, then raised herself, Hung on my neck, then sunk down to my legs, Told all things passed today, and never ceased Till I had ta'en life from that half dead man Before, whom straight I strangled with this Rope. You have showed some kindness to me, I must love you Sir, What did you with his body? Having first By her direction put on these his Clothes, That like the murmured man, the safelier I might pass with her, being her husband's shape, If any of the Servants had been waked, She showed me to a necessary vault, Within a Closet in the Chamber too, and there I threw the body. Whence this blood? That she herself first, let out of his veins, Wherein she dipped the Ruff about his neck: and said, Go bear this Ensign of my love, To assure him what I dared for his dear sake. Where is the Maid? Captain a Maid for you, But well you know (I hope) she is no Maid, But Maid or no Maid, she is at my Mothers, Whence I will bring her whether you'll appoint tonight, and let this Tide convey all hence, For staying will be something perilous. Sir, I will kill two men for you till then I owe my life to you, and if ever Racks, Strappadoes, wheel, or any torturous Engine, Even from the Roman Yoke, to the Scotch Boot, Force me discover you, or her, to Law, Pray God the Merchant may respire again, But what a Villain have I been to wrong her? Did she not tell you how I injured her? She said you challenged her, and publicly Told you had lain with her, but Truths no wrong.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayA Woman Is a Weathercock
AuthorField, Nathan
Publication year (edition)1612
First performance / composition (Annals)1609 [1609-1610]
First performance (BritDrama)1609 [Dec] [1609-1610]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?)
Theaterbefore the Court;Whitefriars;Whitehall;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 697 · TCP A00725 · DEEP 575
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1264–1326 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 32 in this edition
Length480 words · 622 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T32 — Rings and jewels as tokens cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.816 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I know the Ring, and I haue seene the Ruffe about his necke, This comes of enforc'd marriages; Where was't done? And how escap't you? Sir receiue it briefly: I am her Kinsman, and being newly come Ouer, and not intending to stay long, Tooke this day to go see my Cozen Worldly, (For so my Name is) where I found all of them So deepely drenched in the Bridall cup, That sleepe had tane possession of their eies; Bacchus had giuen them such an ouerthrow, Their bodies lay like slaughtered carkasses; One heere, one there, making such anticke faces, as drunkennesse had mockt at drunkennesse, Introth their postures and their sleepe like death, (For their's, was liker death, then sober sleepe) Remembred me of body-scattered fields, after the bloudie battels I haue seene, Twas such a season. To make short my tale, as Fate had said, Now murthers may be done and ne're reueal'd, approaching further, I Lighted vpon a Chamber, where your Loue Sat by this Merchant cast drunke on the bed, Shee weeping and lamenting her mishap, assur'd both of my daring, and my trust, Fell flat vpon the ground, tehn rais'd her selfe, Hung on my necke, then sunke downe to my legs, Told all things past to day, and neuer ceast Till I had tane life from that halfe dead man Before, whom straight I strangled with this Rope. You haue shew'd some kindnes to mee, I must loue you Sir, What did you with his bodie? Hauing first By her direction put on these his Cloaths, That like the Murther'd man, the safelyer I might passe with her, being her Husbands shape, If any of the Seruants had beene wak'd, She shew'd me to a necessarie vault, Within a Closset in the Chamber too, and there I threw the bodie. Whence this bloud? That she her selfe first, let out of his vaines, Wherein she dipt the Ruffe about his necke: and said, Go beare this Ensigne of my loue, To assure him what I dar'd for his deare sake. Where is the Maide? Captaine a Maide for you, But well you know (I hope) she is no Maide, But Maide or no Maide, she is at my Mothers, Whence I will bring her whether you'le appoint To night, and let this Tide conuey all hence, For staying will be something perillous. Sir, I wil kill two men for you till then I owe my life to you, and if euer Rackes, Strapadoes, wheele, or any torturous Engine, Euen from the Roman Yoke, to the Scotch Boote, Force me discouer you, or her, to Law, Pray God the Merchant may re-spire againe, But what a Villaine haue I beene ro wrong her? Did she not tell you how I iniur'd her? She said you challeng'd her, and publickly Told you had lay'n with her, but Truths no wrong.