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 T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.81 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Sister, I wonder you will name a man, I think not on, he was no match for me, Why d'ye blame me, that should rather blame Your wandering eye, to love a man loved me, Well 'tis too late now to expostulate. But my poor little Kate, where is thy man? Lost, lost in troth, tomorrow I shall hear, I make account he's gone some five years voyage, Till this disgrace of ours be overblown, and for my Captain Powts, by this time he Is ten mile on the River toward graves end. Stand you two there, Sirrah go you with me. Why how now Girls here still, what & your Ladyship? Away, away, I say, go take your places. Some Torches for my Lady. You Sirrah, Is my lady Ninnie awake yet? Yes sir, she is awake, but she is scant sober, the first thing she called for, was her Aqua vitae bottle. Who is with her? The good Sir Innocent, and her Gentlewoman, Go tell 'em I desire their Company, The Mask stays on 'em say, and d'ye hear, The sides of one a'th' Chairs must be let out, For her great Ladyship. Marry shall it Sir. Soul man, leave eating now, look, look, you have all dropped a your suit. Oh Sir, I was in love today, and could not eat, but here's one knows the case is altered, lend me but a Handkerchief to wipe my mouth, and I ha' done. Soul, how this Rascal stays with the rest of our things. How now son Count, what ready M. Nevill. All ready, ready, only we tarry for our visards & our Caps, I put 'em to a knave to doing, because I would have 'em the better done. If you put 'em to a knave, you are like to have 'em the worse done. Your wit is most active, I called him knave in regard of his long stay Sir, not his work. But d'ye hear mayst Nevill, did you bespeak a Vizard with a most terrible countenance for me. A very devils face, I fear nothing but that it will fright the women. I would it would, and a huge mustachioes? A very Turks. Excellent. But do you think he will come at all? Oh, there he is. Nothing can be done tonight, if I enter not. Stand back there, or I'll burn you. 'twere but a whorish trick Sir. Oh Sir be't you, Heart you'll be killed. Marry God forbid Sir. Pray forbear, let me speak to him, Oh you use us very well. In good Faith, I have been so troubled about this Gentleman's scurvy face (I take it) 'tis wonderful. Well, are you fitted now. Fitted at all points. Where are the Caps. Here Sir. Let me see mine. Come help me on with mine. This a rare face to fright the Maids i'th' Country, here now I'll pin my purse, come help me on. So, so, away, mine being on I'll follow you. Pray make haste.
Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?)
Theater
before the Court;Whitefriars;Whitehall;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Boys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 697 · TCP A00725 · DEEP 575
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1468–1522 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 32 in this edition
Length
505 words · 693 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.809 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sister, I wonder you will name a man, I thinke not on, he was no match for mee, VVhy de'e blame me, that should rather blame Your wandering eie, to loue a man lou'd me, Well tis too late now to expostulate. But my poore little Kate, where is thy man? Lost, lost introth, to morrow I shall heare, I make account hee's gone some fiue yeares voyage, Till this disgrace of ours be ouer-blowne, and for my Captaine Powts, by this time hee Is ten mile on the Riuer toward Graues end. Stand you two there, Sirrha go you with me. VVhy how now Girles heere still, what & your Ladyship? Away, away, I say, go take your places. Some Torches for my Ladie. You Sirrha, Is my ladie Ninnie awake yet? Yes sir, she is awake, but she is scant sober, the first thing she cal'd for, was her Aqua vitae bottle. VVho is with her? The good Sir Innocent, and her Gentlewoman, Go tell em I desire their Companie, The Maske staies on em say, and de'e heare, The sides of one a'th Chaire's must be let out, For her great Ladyship. Marrie shall it Sir. Soule man, leaue eating now, looke, looke, you haue all dropt a yoursute. Oh Sir, I was in loue to day, and could not eate, but heere's one knowes the case is alter'd, lend mee but a Handkerchiefe to wipe my mouth, and I ha done. Soule, how this Rascall staies with the rest of our things. How now son Count, what readie M. Neuill. All readie, readie, onely we tarrie for our Vizards & our Caps, I put em to a knaue to doing, because I would haue em the better done. If you put em to a knaue, you are like to haue em the worse done. Your wit is most actiue, I cal'd him knaue in regard of his long stay Sir, not his worke. But de'e heare Maist. Neuill, did you bespeake a Vizard with a most terrible countenance for me. A verie Diuels face, I feare nothing but that it wil fright the weomen. I would it would, and a huge Mustachios? A verie Turkes. Excelennt. But do you thinke he will come at all? Oh, there he is. Nothing can be done to night, if I enter not. Stand backe there, or Ile burne you. T'were but a whoorish tricke Sir. Oh Sir ist you, Hart you'le be kild. Marry God forbid Sir. Pray forbeare, let me speake to him, Oh you vse vs verie well. In good Faith, I haue beene so troubled about this Gentlemans scuruie face (I take it) tis wonderfull. Well, are you fitted now. Fitted at all points. Where are the Caps. Heere Sir. Let me see mine. Come helpe me on with mine. This a rare face to fright the Maids i'th Countrey, heere now Ile pin my purse, come helpe me on. So, so, away, mine being on Ile follow you. Pray make hast.