Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Hog Hath Lost His Pearl · chunk 12 of 34

Tailor, Robert · published 1614 · first performed or written 1613 [Feb 21] (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 503 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.

Only to find out, why a woman going on the right side of her husband the day time, should lie on his left side at night; and as I am a lord, I never knew the meaning on't till yesterday, malapert my father's Butler being a witty Jackanapes told me why it was. by’r lady, my lord, 'twas a shrewd study, and I fear hath altered the property of your good parts, for i'll assure you I loved you a fortnight ago far better. Nay, 'tis all one whether you do or no, 'tis but a little more trouble to bring ye about again, & no question but a man may do't; I am he, 'tis true as your father said, the black Ox hath not trodden upon that foot of yours. No, but the white Calf hath, and so I leave your lordship. Well go thy ways, thouart as witty a marmalade eater, as ever I conversed with; now, as I am a lord, I love her better and better, i'll home and poetize upon her good parts presently, Peter here's a preparative to my further applications, and Peter be circumspect in giving me diligent notice, what suitors seem to be peeping. I'll warrant you my lord, she's your own, for i'll give out to all that comes near her, that she's betrothed to you, and if the worst come to the worst, I'll swear it. Why god-a-mercy, and if ever I do gain my request, Thou shalt in braver clothes be shortly dressed. Have the fates then conspired, and quite bereft My drooping years, of all the blessed content That age partakes of, by the sweet aspect Of their well nurtured issue; whose obedience, Discreet and duteous haviour, only lengthens The thread of age; when on the contrary, By rude demeanour and their headstrong wills, That thread's soon ravelled out: O why Maria Couldst thou abandon me now at this time, When my grey head's declining to the grave! Could any Masculine flatterer on earth So far bewitch thee, to forget thyself, As now to leave me? Did Nature solely give thee me, As my chief inestimable treasure, Whereby my age might pass in quiet to rest: And art thou proved to be the only curse, Which heaven could throw upon mortality: Yet i'll not curse thee, though I fear the fates Will on thy head inflict some punishment, Which I will daily pray they may withhold; Although thy disobediency deserves Extremest rigor, yet I wish to thee Content in love full of tranquillity. But see where stands my shame, whose indiscretion Doth seem to bury all the living honours, Of all our ancestors but 'tis the fate's decree, That men might know their weak mortality. Sir, I cannot find my sister, I know thou canst not, 'twere to rare to see Wisdom found out by ignorance. How father, is it not possible that wisdom should be found out by ignorance; I pray then how do many Magnificoes come by it?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Hog Hath Lost His Pearl
AuthorTailor, Robert
Publication year (edition)1614
First performance / composition (Annals)1613 [Feb 21]
First performance (BritDrama)1613 [Feb]
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeNonprofessional;Private
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 730 · TCP A13345 · DEEP 609
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 379–416 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 34 in this edition
Length503 words · 678 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousy at 0.791
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)
Onely to finde out, why a woman going on the right ſide of her husband the day time, ſhould lie on his left ſide at night; and as I am a lord, I neuer knew the meaning on't till yeſterday, Mallapert my fathers Butler being a witty I ackanapes told me why it was. Berlady, my lord, twas a ſhrewd ſtuddy, and I feare hath altered the property of your good parts, for ile aſſure you I lou'd you a fortnight a goe farre better. Nay, tis all one whether you doe or no, tis but a little more trouble to bring ye about agen, & no queſtion but a man may doot; I am he, tis true as your father ſayd, the blacke Oxe hath not trode vpon that foote of yours. No, but the white Calfe hath, and ſo I leaue your lordſhip. Wel go thy waies, th'art as witty a marmaled eater, as euer I conuerſt with; now, as I am a lord, I loue her better and better, ile home and Poetiſe vpon her good parts preſently, Peter heres apreparatiue to my further applications, and Peter be circumſpect in giuing me diligent notice, what ſutors ſeeme to be pee-ping. Ile warrant you my lord, ſhee's your owne, for ile giue out to all that comes neere her, that ſhees betrothed to you, and if the worſt come to the worſt, Ile ſweare it. Why god-a-mercy, and if euer I do gaine my requeſt, Thou ſhalt in brauer cloathes be ſhortly dreſt. Haue the fates then conſpir'd, and quite bereft My drooping yeeres, of all the bleſt content That age partakes of, by the ſweet aſpect Of their well nurtur'd iſſue; whoſe obedience, Diſcreete and duteous haueour, onely lengthens The thred of age; when on the contrary, By rude demeanour and their headſtrong wils, That thred's ſoone rauel'd out: O why Maria Couldſt thou abandon me now at this time, When my gray head's declining to the graue! Could any Maſculine flatterer on earth So far bewitch thee, to forget thy ſelfe, As now to leaue me? Did Nature ſoly giue thee me, As my chiefe ineſtimable treaſure, Whereby my age might paſſe in quiet to reſt: And art thou prov'd to be the only curſe, Which heauen could throw vpon mortality: Yet ile not curſe thee, though I feare the fates Will on thy head inflict ſome puniſhment, Which I will daily pray they may with-hold; Although thy diſobediency deſerues Extreameſt rigor, yet I wiſh to thee Content in loue full of tranquility. But ſee where ſtands my ſhame, whoſe indiſcretion Doth ſeeme to bury all the liuing honours, Of all our aunceſtours but tis the fates decree, That men might know their weake mortality. Sir, I cannot finde my ſiſter, I know thou canſt not, t'were to rare to ſee VViſdome found out by ignorance. How father, is it not poſſible that wiſdome ſhould be found out by ignorance; I pray then how do many Magnificoes come by it?