Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Hog Hath Lost His Pearl · chunk 16 of 34

Tailor, Robert · published 1614 · first performed or written 1613 [Feb 21] (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 486 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.

'sfoot sir, I could not force him against his will, an a had been a woman. Hence thou untutored slave. But couldst thou Albert come so near my door, and not vouchsafe the comfort of thy presence? Hath my good fortune caused thee to repine? And seeing my state so full replete with good, Canst thou withdraw thy love to lessen it? What could so move thee, was 't because I married? Didst thou imagine I infringed my faith, For that a woman did participate In equal share with thee? Cannot my friendship Be firm to thee, because 'tis dear to her; Yet no more dear to her then firm to thee: Believe me Albert; thou dost little think, How much thy absence gives cause of discontent, But i'll impute it only to neglect, It is neglect indeed when friends neglect The sight of friends, and say 'tis troublesome; Only ask how they do, and so fare well: Showing an outward kind of seeming duty, Which in the rules of manhood is observed And think full well they have performed their task, When of their friend's health they do only ask, Not caring how they are, or how distressed, It is enough they have their loves expressed, In bare inquiry, and in these times too Friendships so cold that few so much will do: And am not I beholding then to Albert, He after knowledge of our being well, Said he was truly glad on't: o rare friend! If he be unkind how many more may mend; But whether am I carried by unkindness? Why should not I as well set light by friendship, Since I have seen a man whom I late thought, Had been composed of nothing but of faith, Prove so regardless of his friends content. Come Carracus I have sought you all about, Your servant told me you were much disquieted Prithee love be not so, come walk in, I'll charm thee with my lute from forth disturbance. I am not angry sweet, though if I were, Thy bright aspect would soon allay my rage; But my Maria, it doth something move me, That our friend Albert so forgets himself. It may be 'tis nothing else, & there's no doubt He'll soon remember his accustomed friendship He thinks, as yet, peradventure that his presence Will but offend, for that our marriage rites Are but so newly passed. I will surmise so too, and only think, Some serious business hinders Albert's presence: But what ring's that Maria on your finger? 'tis one you lost love, when I did bestow A jewel of far greater worth on you. At what time fairest? As if you knew not, why d'ee make't so strange. youare disposed to riddle, pray let's see't, I partly know it, where was't you sound it? Why in my chamber that most gladsome night When you enriched your love by my escape.
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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 536–594 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 34 in this edition
Length486 words · 619 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches at 0.811
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)
Sfoote ſir, I could not force him againſt his wil, an a had been a woman. Hence thou vntuter'd ſlaue. But couldſt thou Albert come ſo nere my dore, and not vouchſafe the comfort of thy preſence? Hath my good fortune caus'd thee to repine? And ſeeing my ſtate ſo full repleate with good, Canſt thou with-draw thy loue to leſſen it? What could ſo moue thee, was 't becauſe I married? Didſt thou imagine I infring'd my faith, For that a woman did participate In equall ſhare with thee? Cannot my friendſhip Be firme to thee, becauſe tis deare to her; Yet no more deere to her then firme to thee: Beleeue me Albert; thou doſt little thinke, How much thy abſence giues cauſe of diſcontent, But ile impute it onely to neglect, It is neglect indeed when friends neglect The ſight of friends, and ſay tis troubleſome; Onely aske how they do, and ſo fare well: Shewing an outward kinde of ſeeming duty, Which in the rules of manhood is obſern'd And thinke full well they haue performd their taske, When of their friends health they do onely aske, Not caring how they are, or how diſtreſt, It is enough they haue their loues expreſt, In bare enquiry, and in theſe times too Friendſhips ſo cold that fewe ſo much will doe: And am not I beholding then to Albert, He after knowlede of our being well, Sayd he was truly glad on't: ô rare friend! If he be vnkind how many more may mend; But whether am I carried by vnkindneſſe? Why ſhould not I as wel ſet light by friendſhip, Since I haue ſeene a man whom I late thought, Had been compos'd of nothing but of faith, Proue ſo regardleſſe of his friends content. Come Carracus I haue ſought you all about, Your ſeruant told me you were much diſquieted Prethee loue be not ſo, come walke in, Ile charm thee with my lute from forth diſturbance. I am not angry ſweet, though if I were, Thy bright aſpect would ſoone alay my rage; But my Maria, it doth ſomething moue me, That our friend Albert ſo forgets himſelfe. It may be 'ts nothing els, & theres no doubt Hele ſoone remember his accuſtom'd friendſhip He thinks, as yet, peraduenture that his preſence Will but offend, for that our marriage rites Are but ſo newly paſt. I will ſurmiſe ſo too, and onely thinke, Some ſerious buſineſſe hinders Alberts preſence: But what ring's that Maria on your finger? Tis one you loſt loue, when I did beſtow A iewell of ſarre greater worth on you. At what time faireſt? As if you knew not, why dee mak't ſo ſtrang Yare diſpos'd to riddle, pray lets ſee't, I partly know it, where waſt you ſound it? Why in my chamber that moſt gladſome night When you enricht your loue by my eſcape.