Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Widow's Tears · chunk 18 of 43

Chapman, George · published 1612 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 505 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

By heaven I'll discharge my house of ye all. You shall not need madam, for I have already cashiered your officious Usher here, and choosed this for his Successor. O incredible boldness! Madam, I come not to command your love with enforced letters, nor to woo you with tedious stories of my Pedigree, as he who draws the thread of his descent from Leda's Distaff; when 'tis well known his Grandsire cried Coniskins in Sparta. Whom mean you Sir? Sir, I name none, but him who first shall name himself. The place Sir, I tell you still; and this Goddesses fair presence, or else my reply should take a far other form upon't. If it should Sir, I would make your Lordship an anser. Anser's Latin for a Goose, an't please your honour. Well noted Gander; and what of that? Nothing, an't please your Honour, but that he said he would make his Lordship an answer. Thus every fool mocks my poor Suitor. Tell me thou most frontless of all me, didst thou (when thou hadst means to note me best) ever observe so base a temper in me, as to give any glance at stooping to my Vassal? Your drudge Madam, to do your drudgery. Or am I now so scant of worthy Suitors, that may advance mine honour; advance my estate; strengthen my alliance (if I list to wed) that I must stoop to make my foot my head. No but your side, to keep you warm a-bed. But madam vouchsafe me your patience to that points serious answer. Though I confess to get higher place in your graces, I could wish my fortunes more honourable; my person more gracious; my mind more adorned with Noble and Heroical virtues, yet madam (that you think not your blood disparaged by mixture with mine) deign to know this: howsoever I once, only for your love, disguised myself in the service of your late Lord and mine, yet my descent is as honourable as the proudest of your Spartan attempers; who by unknown quills or conduits under ground, draws his Pedigree from Lycurgus his great Toe, to the viceroy's little finger, and from thence to his own elbow, where it will never leave itching. 'tis well Sir, presume still of the place. 'sfoot madam, am I the first great parsonage that hath stooped to disguises for love? what think you of our Countryman Hercules; that for love put on Omphale's Apron, and sat spinning amongst her Wenches, while his Mistress wore his lions skin and Lamb-skinned him, if he did not his business. Most fitly thou resemblest thyself to that violent Atlas, that claimed all other men's possessions as his own by his mere valour. For what less hast thou done? Come into my house, beat away these Honourable persons? That I will Madam. Hence ye Sparta Velvet. Hold, she did not mean so. Away I say, or leave your lives I protest here. Well Sir, his Altitude shall know you. I'll do your errand Sir.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 462–484 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 43 in this edition
Length505 words · 690 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.789
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)
By heauen Ile discharge my house of yee all. You shall not neede Madame, for I haue alreadie casheer'd your officious Vsher here, and chos'd this for his Successor. O incredible boldnesse! Madam, I come not to command your loue with enforst letters, nor to woo you with tedious stories of my Pedigree, as hee who drawes the thred of his descent from Ledas Distaffe; when 'tis well knowne his Grandsire cried Coniskins in Sparta. Whom meane you Sir? Sir, I name none, but him who first shall name himselfe. The place Sir, I tell you still; and this Goddesses faire presence, or else my reply should take a farre other forme vpon't. If it should Sir, I would make your Lordship an anser. Anser's Latine for a Goose, ant please your honor. Well noted Gander; and what of that? Nothing, ant please your Honor, but that he said he would make his Lordship an answere. Thus euery foole mocks my poore Suiter. Tell mee thou most frontlesse of all me, did'st thou (when thou had'st meanes to note me best) euer obserue so base a temper in mee, as to giue any glance at stooping to my Vassall? Your drudge Madam, to doe your drudgerie. Or am I now so skant of worthie Suiters, that may aduance mine honour; aduance my estate; strengthen my alliance (if I list to wed) that I must stoop to make my foot my head. No but your side, to keepe you warme a bed. But Madame vouchsafe me your patience to that points serious answere. Though I confesse to get higher place in your graces, I could wish my fortunes more honourable; my person more gratious; my minde more adorn'd with Noble and Heroicall vertues, yet Madame (that you thinke not your bloud disparadg'd by mixture with mine) daine to know this: howsoeuer I once, only for your loue, disguis'd my selfe in the seruice of your late Lord and mine, yet my descent is as honourable as the proudest of your Spartane attempters; who by vnknown quills or conduits vnder ground, drawes his Pedigree from Lycurgus his great Toe, to the Viceroies little finger, and from thence to his owne elbow, where it will neuer leaue itching. Tis well Sir, presume still of the place. Sfoot Madame, am I the first great personage that hath stoopt to disguises for loue? what thinke you of our Countrie-man Hercules; that for loue put on Omphales Apron, and sate spinning amongst her Wenches, while his Mistris wore his Lyons skin and Lamb-skin'd him, if he did not his businesse. Most fitly thou resembl'st thy selfe to that violent Atlas, that claim'd all other mens possessions as his owne by his meere valour. For what lesse hast thou done? Come into my house, beate away these Honourable persons? That I will Madam. Hence yee Sparta Veluet. Hold, shee did not meane so. Away I say, or leaue your liues I protest here. Well Sir, his Altitude shall know you. Ile doe your errand Sir.