Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Knight of the Burning Pestle · chunk 6 of 42

Beaumont, Francis · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels
unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 499 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.

Why sir, you know my will is nothing worth Without my father's grant, get his consent, And than you may with assurance try me. The Worshipful your sire will not deny me. For I have asked him, and he hath replied, Sweet Master Humphrey, Luce shall be thy Bride. Sweet Master Humphrey then I am content. And so am I in truth. Yet take me with you, There is another clause must be annexed, And this it is, I swore and will perform it; No man shall ever joy me as his wife But he that stole me hence, if you dare venture I am yours; you need not fear, my father loves you, If not farewell for ever. Stay Nymph, stay, I have a double Gelding coloured bay, Sprung by his father from Barbarian kind, Another for myself, though somewhat blind, Yet true as trusty tree. I am satisfied, And so I give my hand, our course must lie Through Waltham Forest, where I have a friend Will entertain us, so farewell sir Humphrey, And think upon your business. Though I die, I am resolved to venture life and limb, For one so young, so fair, so kind, so trim. By my faith and troth George, and as I am virtuous, it is e'en the kindest young man that ever trod on shoe leather, well, go thy ways if thou hast her not, 'tis not thy fault i'faith. I prithee mouse be patient, a shall have her, or i'll make some'em smoke for't. That's my good lamb George, fie, this stinking Tobacco kills men, would there were none in England, now I pray Gentlemen, what good does this stinking Tobacco? do you nothing, I warrant you make chimneys a your faces: o husband, husband, now, now, there's Rafe, there's Rafe. Peace fool, let Rafe alone, hark you Rafe; do not strain yourself too much at the first, peace, begin Rafe. Then Palmerin and Trineus snatching their Lances from their dwarves, and clasping their Helmets galloped amain after the Giant, and Palmerin having gotten a sight of him, came posting amain, saying: Stay traitorous thief, for thou mayst not so carry away her, that is worth the greatest Lord in the world, and with these words gave him a blow on the shoulder, that he stroke him besides his Elephant, and Trineus coming to the Knight that had Agricola behind him, set him soon besides his horse, with his neck broken in the fall, so that the Princess getting out of the throng, between joy and grief said; all happy Knight, the mirror of all such as follow Arms, now may I be well assured of the love thou bearest me, I wonder why the Kings do not raise an army of fourteen or fifteen hundred thousand men, as big as the Army that the Prince of Portigo brought against Rocicler, & destroy these Giants, they do much hurt to wandering Damsels, that go in quest of their Knights.
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PlayThe Knight of the Burning Pestle
AuthorBeaumont, Francis
Publication year (edition)1613
First performance / composition (Annals)1607
First performance (BritDrama)1607
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional;Adult Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 724 · TCP A06252 · DEEP 604
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 251–283 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 42 in this edition
Length499 words · 658 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships at 0.833
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)
Why sir, you know my will is nothing worth Without my fathers grant, get his consent, And then you may with assurance try me. The Worshipfull your sire will not deny me. For I haue askt him, and he hath repli'd, Sweete Maister Humfrey, Luce shall be thy Bride. Sweete Maister Humfrey then I am content. And so am I intruth. Yet take me with you, There is another clause must be annext, And this it is, I swore and will performe it; No man shall euer ioy me as his wife But he that stole me hence, if you dare venter I am yours; you need not feare, my father loues you, If not farewell for euer. Stay Nimph, staie, I haue a double Gelding culored bay, Sprung by his father from Barbarian kind, Another for my selfe, though somewhat blind, Yet true as trusty tree. I am satisfied, And so I giue my hand, our course must lie Through Waltham Forrest, where I haue a friend Will entertaine vs, so fare-well sir Humfrey, And thinke vpon your businesse. Though I die, I am resolu'd to venter life and lim, For one so yong, so faire, so kind, so trim. By my faith and troth George, and as I am vertuous, it is e'ne the kindest yong man that euer trod on shooe leather, well, go thy waies if thou hast her not, 'tis not thy fault 'faith. I prethee mouse be patient, a shall haue her, or i'le make some'em smoake for't. That's my good lambe George, fie, this stinking Tobacco kils men, would there were none in England, now I pray Gentlemen, what good does this stinking Tobacco? do you nothing, I warrant you make chimnies a your faces: o husband, husband, now, now, there's Rafe, there's Rafe. Peace foole, let Rafe alone, harke you Rafe; doe not straine your selfe too much at the first, peace, begin Rafe. Then Palmerin and Trineus snatching their Launces from their Dwarses, and clasping their Helmets gallopt amaine after the Gyant, and Palmerin hauing gotten a sight of him, came posting amaine, saying: Stay trayterous thiefe, for thou maist not so carry away her, that is worth the greatest Lord in the world, and with these words gaue him a blow on the shoulder, that he stroake him besides his Elephant, and Trineus comming to the Knight that had Agricola behind him, set him soone besides his horse, with his necke broken in the fall, so that the Princesse getting out of the thronge, betweene ioy and griefe said; all happy Knight, the mirrout of all such as follow Armes, now may I bee well assured of the loue thou bearest me, I wonder why the Kings doe not raise an army of foureteene or fifteene hundred thousand men, as big as the Army that the Prince of Portigo brought against Rocicler, & destroy these Giants, they do much hurt to wandring Damsels, that go in quest of their Knights.