Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Epicene, or The Silent Woman · chunk 9 of 52

Jonson, Ben · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels
unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 433 words · other edition — not in the analysis

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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.

Nothing, Sir, that I know, but your itch of Marriage. Why? if I had made an Assassinate upon your Father; vitiated your Mother; ravished your Sisters— I would kill you, Sir, I would kill you, if you had. Why? you do more in this, Sir: It were a vengeance centuple, for all facinorous Acts, that could be named, to do that you do— Alas, Sir, I am but a Messenger: I but tell you, what you must hear. It seems, your friends are careful after your soul's health, Sir, and would have you know the danger (but you may do your pleasure, for all them, I persuade not, Sir) If, after you are married, your Wife do run away with a Vaulter, or the Frenchman that walks upon Ropes, or him that dances the Jig, or a Fencer for his skill at his Weapon, why it is not their fault; they have discharged their consciences: when you know what may happen. Nay, suffer valiantly, Sir, for I must tell you, all the perils that you are obnoxious too. If she be fair, and young, vegetous, no Sweetmeats ever drew more Flies; all the Yellow Doublets, and great Roses i' the Town will be there. If foul, and crooked, she'll be with them, and buy those Doublets and Roses, Sir. If rich, and that you marry her Dowry, not her; she'll reign in your House, as imperious as a Widow. If Noble, all her Kindred will be your Tyrants. If fruitful, as proud as May, and humorous as April; she must have her Doctors, her Midwives, her Nurses, her longings every hour: though it be for the dearest morsel of man. If learned, there was never such a parrot; all your Patrimony will be too little for the Guests, that must be invited, to hear her speak Latin and Greek: and you must lie with her in those Languages too, if you will please her. If precise, you must feast all the silenced Brethren, once in three days; salute the Sisters; entertain the whole Family, or Wood of 'em; and hear long-winded Exercises, Singings, and Catechisings, which you are not given to, and yet must give for: to please the zealous Matron your Wife, who, for the holy cause, will cozen you, over and above. You begin to sweat, Sir? but this is not half, i'faith: you may do your pleasure notwithstanding, as I said before, I come not to persuade you. Upon my faith, Master Servingman, if you do stir, I will beat you. O, what is my sin! what is my sin?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayEpicene, or The Silent Woman
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1620
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 705 · TCP A04645 · DEEP 580
Edition roleOther edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Positionnodes 151–156 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 52 in this edition
Length433 words · 600 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches at 0.876
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)
Nothing, Sir, that I know, but your itch of Marriage. Why? if I had made an Aſſaſſinate vpon your Father; vitiated your Mother; rauiſhed your Siſters — I would kill you, Sir, I would kill you, if you had. Why? you doe more in this, Sir: It were a vengeance centuple, for all facinorous Acts, that could be nam'd, to doe that you doe— Alas, Sir, I am but a Meſſenger: I but tell you, what you muſt heare. It ſeemes, your friends are carefull after your ſoules health, Sir, and would haue you know the danger (but you may doe your pleaſure, for all them, I perſwade not, Sir) If, after you are marryed, your Wife doe run away with a Vaulter, or the Frenchman that walkes vpon Ropes, or him that daunces the Ijg, or a Fencer for his skill at his Weapon, why it is not their fault; they haue diſcharged their conſciences: when you know what may happen. Nay, ſuffer valiantly, Sir, for I muſt tell you, all the perils that you are obnoxious too. If ſhee be faire, and young, vegetous, no Sweet-meates euer drew more Flyes; all the Yellow Doublets, and great Roſes i' the Towne will bee there. If foule, and crooked, ſhee'll bee with them, and buy thoſe Doublets and Roſes, Sir. If rich, and that you marry her Dowry, not her; ſhee'll raigne in your Houſe, as imperious as a Widow. If Noble, all her Kindred will be your Tyrannes. If fruitfull, as proud as May, and humorous as April; ſhe muſt haue her Doctors, her Mid-wiues, her Nurſes, her longings euerie houre: though it be for the deareſt morſell of man. If learned, there was neuer ſuch a Parrat; all your Patrimonie will be too little for the Gueſts, that muſt be inuited, to heare her ſpeake Latine and Greeke: and you muſt lye with her in thoſe Languages too, if you will pleaſe her. If preciſe, you muſt feaſt all the ſilenc'd Brethren, once in three dayes; ſalute the Siſters; entertayne the whole Family, or Wood of 'hem; and heare long-winded Exerciſes, Singings, and Catechiſings, which you are not giuen to, and yet muſt giue for: to pleaſe the zealous Matron your Wife, who, for the holy cauſe, will coſen you, ouer and aboue. You begin to ſweat, Sir? but this is not halfe, i'faith: you may doe your pleaſure notwithſtanding, as I ſaid before, I come not to perſwade you. Vpon my faith, Maſter Seruingman, if you doe ſtirre, I will beate you. O, what is my ſinne! what is my ſinne?