Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Epicene, or The Silent Woman · chunk 31 of 58

Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels
unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 435 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.

Is that Gorgon, that Medusa come? Hide me, hide me. I warrant you, sir, she will not transform you. Look upon her with a good courage. Pray you entertain her, and conduct your guests in. No? Mistress bride, will you entreat in the ladies? your bridegroom is so shamefaced, here— Will it please your ladyship, madame? With the benefit of your company, mistress. Servant, pray you perform your duties. And glad to be commanded, mistress. How like you her wit, MAVIS. Very prettily, absolutely well. 'Tis my place. You shall pardon me, mistress OTTER. Why I am a collegiate. But not in ordinary. But I am. we'll dispute that within. Would this had lasted a little longer. And that they had sent for the Heralds. Captain OTTER, what news? I have brought my bull, bear, and horse, in private, and yonder are the trumpeters without, and the drum, gentlemen. O, O, Ô. And we will have a rouse in each of'em, anon, for bold Britons, i'faith. O, O, Ô. Fellow, follow, follow. WAs there ever poor bridegroom so tormented? or man indeed? I have not read of the like, in the chronicles of the land. Sure, he cannot but go to a place of rest, after all this purgatory. He may presume it, I think. The spitting, the coughing, the laughter, the sneezing, the farting, dancing, noise of the music, and her masculine, and loud commanding, and urging the whole family, makes him think he has married a fury. And she carries it up bravely. I, she takes any occasion to speak: that's the height on't. And how soberly DAUPHINE labours to satisfy him, that it was none of his plot! And has almost brought him to the faith, i' the article. Here he comes. Where is he now? what's become of him, DAUPHINE? O, hold me up a little, I shall go away i' the jest else. He has got on his whole nest of nightcaps, and locked himself up, i' the top o' the house, as high, as ever he can climb from the noise. I peeped in at a cranny, and saw him fitting over a cross-beam o' the roof, like him o' the saddlers' horse in Fleetstreet, upright: and he will sleep there. But where are your collegiates? Withdrawn with the bride in private. O, they are instructing her i' the college-grammar. If she have grace with them, she knows all their secrets instantly. Methinks, the lady HAUGHTY looks well to day, for all my dispraise of her i' the morning. I think, I shall come about to thee again, TRVE-WIT.
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PlayEpicene, or The Silent Woman
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1616
First performance / composition (Annals)1609
First performance (BritDrama)1610 [Jan] [1609-1610]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 704 · TCP A04632 · DEEP 5074.13
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 663–697 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 58 in this edition
Length435 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches at 0.688
Other seedsseed 43: T6 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Is that Gorgon, that Medusa come? Hide me, hide me. I warrant you, sir, shee will not transforme you. Looke vpon her with a good courage. Pray you entertayne her, and conduct your guests in. No? Mistris bride, will you entreat in the ladies? your bridegroome is so shame-fac'd, here— Will it please your ladiship, madame? With the benefit of your companie, mistris. Seruant, pray you performe your duties. And glad to be commanded, mistris. How like you her wit, MAVIS. Very prettily, absolutely well. 'Tis my place. You shall pardon me, mistris OTTER. Why I am a collegiate. But not in ordinary. But I am. Wee'll dispute that within. Would this had lasted a little longer. And that they had sent for the Heralds. Captayne OTTER, what newes? I haue brought my bull, beare, and horse, in priuate, and yonder are the trumpetters without, and the drum, gentlemen. O, Ô, Ô. And we will haue a rouse in each of'hem, anon, for bold Britons, yfaith. O, Ô, Ô. Follow, follow, follow. WAs there euer poore bride-groome so tormented? or man indeed? I haue not read of the like, in the chronicles of the land. Sure, hee cannot but goe to a place of rest, after all this purgatorie. He may presume it, I thinke. The spitting, the coughing, the laughter, the neesing, the farting, dauncing, noise of the musique, and her masculine, and lowd commanding, and vrging the whole family, makes him thinke he has married a furie. And shee carries it vp brauely. I, shee takes any occasion to speake: that's the height on't. And how soberly DAVPHINE labours to satisfie him, that it was none of his plot! And has almost brought him to the faith, i' the article. Here he comes. Where is he now? what's become of him, DAVPHINE? O, hold me vp a little, I shall goe away i' the iest else. Hee has got on his whole nest of night-caps, and lock'd himselfe vp, i' the top o' the house, as high, as euer he can climbe from the noise. I peep'd in at a crany, and saw him fitting ouer a crosse-beame o' the roofe, like him o' the sadlers horse in Fleetstreet, vp-right: and he will sleepe there. But where are your collegiates? With-drawne with the bride in priuate. O, they are instructing her i' the colledge-Grammar. If shee haue grace with them, shee knowes all their secrets instantly. Methinks, the lady HAVGHTY lookes well to day, for all my dispraise of her i' the morning. I thinke, I shall come about to thee againe, TRVE-WIT.