Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Epicene, or The Silent Woman · chunk 49 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 · 473 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.

Yet more? Exercende potestate. I Will not endure it any longer. Ladies, I beseech you help me. This is such a wrong, as never was offered to poor Bride before. Upon her Marriage day, to have her Husband conspire against her, and a couple of Mercenary Companions, to be brought in for form's sake, to persuade a Separation! If you had blood, or virtue in you, Gentlemen, you would not suffer such Earwigs about a Husband, or Scorpions, to creep between Man and Wife— O, the variety, and changes of my torment! Let 'em be cudgeled out of doors, by our Grooms. I'll lend you my Footman. we'll have our men blanket 'em i'the Hall. As there was one, at our House, madam, for peeping in at the door. Content, i'faith. Stay, Ladies, and Gentlemen, you'll hear, before u proceed? I'd ha' the Bridegroom blanketed, too. Begin with him first. Yes, by my troth. O, Mankind Generation! Ladies, for my sake forbear. Yes, for Sir Dauphine's sake. He shall command us. He is as fine a Gentleman of his inches, madam, as any is about the Town, and wears as good colours when he lift. be brief, Sir, and confess your infirmity, she'll be afire to be quit of you, if she but hear that named once, you shall not entreat her to stay. she'll fly you, like one that had the marks upon him. Ladies, I must crave all your pardons— Silence, Ladies. For a wrong I have done to your whole sex, in marrying this fair, and virtuous Gentlewoman— Hear him, good Ladies. Being guilty of an infirmity, which before I conferred with these learned men, I thought I might have concealed— But now being better informed in his conscience by them, he is to declare it, and give satisfaction, by asking your public forgiveness. I am no man, Ladies. How! Utterly un-abled in nature, by reason of frigidity, to perform the duties, or any the least office of a Husband. Now, out upon him, prodigious creature! Bridegroom uncarnate. And would you offer it to a young Gentlewoman? A Lady of her longings? Tut, a device, a device, this, it smells rankly, Ladies. A mere comment of his own. Why, if you suspect that, Ladies, you may have him searched. As the custom is, by a jury of Physicians. Yes faith, 'twill be brave. O me, must I undergo that! No, let women search him, madam: we can do it ourselves. Our on me, worse! No Ladies, you shall not need, I'll take him with all his faults. Worst of all! Why, then 'tis no Divorce, Doctor, if she consent not? No, if the man be frigidus, it is de part uxoris, that we grant Libellum divorty, in the Law. ay, it is the same in Theology. Worse, worse than worst!
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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 1232–1276 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 49 of 52 in this edition
Length473 words · 689 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches at 0.819
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)
Yet more? Exercende potestate. I Wil not endure it any longer. Ladies, I beſeech you helpe me. This is ſuch a wrong, as neuer was offer'd to poore Bride before. Vpon her Marriage day, to haue her Huſband conſpire againſt her, and a couple of Mercinary Companions, to be brought in for formes ſake, to perſwade a Separation! If you had bloud, or vertue in you, Gentlemen, you would not ſuffer ſuch Eare-wigs about a Husband, or Scorpions, to creepe betweene Man and Wife— O, the varietie, and changes of my torment! Let 'hem bee cudgell'd out of doores, by our Groomes. I'll lend you my Foot-man. Wee'll haue our men blanket 'hem i'the Hall. As there was one, at our Houſe, Madame, for peeping in at the doore. Content, yfaith. Stay, Ladies, and Gentlemen, you'll heare, before uproceed? I'lld ha' the Bride-groome blanketted, too. Begin with him firſt. Yes, by my troth. O, Mankind Generation! Ladies, for my ſake forbeare. Yes, for Sir Dauphines ſake. He ſhall command vs. Hee is as fine a Gentleman of his inches, Madame, as any is about the Towne, and weares as good colours when he lift. Bee briefe, Sir, and confeſſe your infirmitie, ſhee'll be a-fire to be quit of you, if ſhe but heare that nam'd once, you ſhall not entreat her to ſtay. Shee'll flye you, like one that had the markes vpon him. Ladies, I muſt craue all your pardons— Silence, Ladies. For a wrong I haue done to your whole ſexe, in marrying this faire, and vertuous Gentlewoman— Heare him, good Ladies. Being guiltie of an infirmitie, which before I conferr'd with theſe learned men, I thought I might haue conceald— But now being better inform'd in his conſcience by them, hee is to declare it, and giue ſatisfaction, by asking your publique forgiueneſſe. I am no man, Ladies. How! Vtterly vn-abled in nature, by reaſon of frigiditie, to performe the duties, or any the leaſt office of a Husband. Now, out vpon him, prodigious creature! Bride-groome vn carnate. And would you offer it to a yong Gentlewoman? A Lady of her longings? Tut, a deuice, a deuice, this, it ſmels rankly, Ladies. A mere comment of his owne. Why, if you ſuſpect that, Ladies, you may haue him ſearch'd. As the cuſtome is, by a Iurie of Phyſitians. Yes faith, 'twill be braue. O me, muſt I vndergoe that! No, let women ſearch him, Madame: wee can doe it our ſelues. Our on me, worſe! No Ladies, you ſhall not need, I'll take him with all his faults. Worſt of all! Why, then 'tis no Diuorce, Doctor, if ſhee conſent not? No, if the man be frigidus, it is de parte vxoris, that we grant Libellum diuorty, in the Law. I, it is the ſame in Theologie. Worſe, worſe then worſt!