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The Widow's Tears · chunk 17 of 43

Chapman, George · published 1612 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 500 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.

WEll, by Hercules he comes not here. By Venus but he does: or else she hath heard my lady's prayers, and sent some gracious spirit in his likeness to fright away that Spartan wooer, that haunts her. There stand her Sentinels. 'slight the Ghost appears again. Save ye my quondam fellows in Arms; save ye; my women. Your Women Sir? 'Twill be so. What no courtesies? No preparation of grace? observe me I advise you for your own sakes. For your own sake, I advise you to pack hence, lest your impudent valour cost you dearer than you think. What senseless boldness is this Tharsalio? Well said Clinias, talk to him. I wonder that notwithstanding the shame of your last entertainment, and threatenings of worse; you would yet presume to trouble this place again. Come you're a widgeon; Off with your hat Sir, acknowledge: forecast is better than labour. Are you squint eyed? can you not see afore you. A little foresight I can tell you might stead you much as the Stars shine now. 'Tis well sir, 'tis not for nothing your brother is ashamed on you. But Sir, you must know, we are charged to bar your entrance. But Wifler, know you, that who so shall dare to execute that charge, I'll be his Executioner. By Ioue, Clinias, methinks, the Gentleman speaks very honourably. Well I see this house needs reformation, here's a fellow stands behind now, of a forwarder insight than ye all. What place hast thou? What place you please Sir. la you Sir. Here's a fellow to make a Gentleman Usher Sir, I discharge you of the place, and do here invest thee into his room, Make much of thy hair, thy wit will suit it rarely. And for the full possession of thine office; Come, Usher me to thy Lady: and to keep thy hand supple, take this from me. No bribes Sir, an't please your Worship. Go to, thou dost well; but pocket it for all that; it's no impair to thee: the greatest do't. Sir, 'tis your love only that I respect, but since out of your love you please to bestow it upon me, It were want of Courtship in me to refuse it; I'll acquaint my Lady with your coming. How say by this? have not I made a fit choice, that hath so soon attained the deepest mystery of his profession: Good sooth Wenches, a few curtsies had not been cast away upon your new Lord. we'll believe that, when our Lady has a new Son of your getting. WHat's the matter? whose's that, you say, is come? The bold Gentleman, an't please your Honour. Why thou fleering Ass thou. An't please your Honour. Did not I forbid his approach by all the charge and duty of thy service? Madam, this fellow only is intelligent; for he truly understood your command according to the style of the Court of Venus; that is, by contraries: when you forbid you bid.
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PlayThe Widow's Tears
AuthorChapman, George
Publication year (edition)1612
First performance / composition (Annals)1604 [1604-1605]
First performance (BritDrama)1605 [1603-1605]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
TheaterBlackfriars;Whitefriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 699 · TCP A18426 · DEEP 577
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 433–461 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 43 in this edition
Length500 words · 672 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T12 — Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and Mars at 0.782
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)
WEll, by Hercules he comes not here. By Venus but hee does: or else shee hath heard my Ladies praiers, and sent some gracious spirit in his likenesse to fright away that Spartane wooer, that hants her. There stand her Sentinells. Slight the Ghost appeares againe. Saue yee my quondam fellowes in Armes; saue yee; my women. Your Women Sir? 'Twill be so. What no courtesies? No preparation of grace? obserue me I aduise you for your owne sakes. For your owne sake, I aduise you to pack hence, lest your impudent valour cost you dearer then you thinke. What senselesse boldnesse is this Tharsalio? Well said Clinias, talke to him. I wonder that notwithstanding the shame of your last entertainment, and threatnings of worse; you would yet presume to trouble this place againe. Come y'are a widgine; Off with your hat Sir, acknowledge: forecast is better then labour. Are you squint ey'd? can you not see afore you. A little foresight I can tell you might sted you much as the Starres shine now. 'Tis well sir, tis not for nothing your brother is asham'd on you. But Sir, you must know, wee are chardg'd to barre your entrance. But Wifler, know you, that who so shall dare to execute that charge, Ile be his Executioner. By Ioue, Clinias, me thinks, the Gentleman speakes very honourably. Well I see this house needes reformation, here's a fellow stands behind now, of a forwarder insight then yee all. What place hast thou? What place you please Sir. Law you Sir. Here's a fellow to make a Gentleman Vsher Sir, I discharge you of the place, and doe here inuest thee into his roome, Make much of thy haire, thy wit will suit it rarely. And for the full possession of thine office; Come, Vsher me to thy Ladie: and to keep thy hand supple, take this from me. No bribes Sir, ant please your Worship. Goe to, thou dost well; but pocket it for all that; it's no impaire to thee: the greatest doo't. Sir, tis your loue only that I respect, but since out of your loue you please to bestow it vpon me, It were want of Courtship in mee to refuse it; Ile acquaint my Ladie with your comming. How say by this? haue not I made a fit choise, that hath so soone attain'd the deepest mysterie of his profession: Good sooth Wenches, a few courtsies had not beene cast away vpon your new Lord. Weele beleeue that, when our Ladie has a new Sonne of your getting. WHats the matter? whose that, you say, is come? The bold Gentleman, ant please your Honour. Why thou flering Asse thou. Ant please your Honour. Did not I forbid his approch by all the charge and dutie of thy seruice? Madam, this fellow only is intelligent; for he truly vnderstood your command according to the stile of the Court of Venus; that is, by contraries: when you forbid you bid.