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The Hog Hath Lost His Pearl · chunk 32 of 34

Tailor, Robert · published 1614 · first performed or written 1613 [Feb 21] (Annals)
comedy
T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.76 · 500 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.

Then you'll not have her sir? No as I hope to live in peace. Why be't so, be't so, confusion cannot come in a more fitter time on all of us: O bountiful Croesus, how fine thy shadow hath devoured my substance. Good my Lord promise him to marry his daughter, or a will be mad presently, though you never intend to have her. Well father Hog, though you are undone, your daughter shall not be, so long as a lord's can stand her in any stead: come you shall with me to my Lord and father, whose warrants we will have for the apprehending of all suspicious lives, and though the labour be infinite, you must consider your loss is so. Come, i'll do any thing to gain my gold. Till which be had, my fare will be but cold. Now Mr. Parson we will no further trouble you, and for the tying of our true love knot, here's a small amends. 'tis more than due sir, yet i'll take it all, Should kindness be despised, good will would fall. Unto a lower ebb, should we detest The grateful givers gift, It's true indeed, good morrow honest Parson. Yet if you please, sir Iohn will back surrender The overplus of what you now did tender. O by no means, I pray thee friend, good-morrow. Why if you please Sir Iohn to me restore, The overplus i'll give it to the poor. O pardon sir, for by our worships leave, We ought to give from whence we do receive. Why then to me sir Iohn. To all a kind good morrow. A most fine Vicar, there was no other means to be rid of him: but why are you so sad Rebecka? To think in what estate my father is? When he beholds that he is merely gulled. Nay be not grieved, for that which should rather give you cause of content, for 'twill be a means to make him abandon his avarice, and save a soul almost incurable: but now to our own affairs, this marriage of ours must not yet be known lest it breed suspicion, we will bring you Rebeck a unto Atlas his house, whilst we two go unto the old Lord Welthies, having some acquaintance with his son in law Carracus, who I understand is there, where no question but we shall find your father proclaiming his loss, thither you shall come some what after us, as it were to seek him, where I doubt not but so to order the matter, that I will receive you as my wife, from his own hands. May it so happy prove. Amen say I, for should our last trick be known, great Croesus' shade would have a conjured time on't. 'tis true, his Castle of adamant would scarce hold him: but come this will be good cause for laughter hereafter. Then we'll relate how this great bird was pulled, Of his rich feathers, and most finely gulled.
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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 1372–1402 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 34 in this edition
Length500 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.761 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T7 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Then youle not haue her ſir? No as I hope to liue in peace. Why bee't ſo, bee't ſo, confuſion cannot come in a more fitter time on all of vs: O bountifull Creſſus, how fine thy ſhaddow hath deuoured my ſubſtance. Good my Lord promiſe him to marry his daughter, or a will be mad preſently, though you neuer intend to haue her. Well father Hogge, though you are vndone, your daughter ſhall not be, ſo long as a Lords can ſtand her in any ſtead: come you ſhall with me to my Lord and father, whoſe warrants wee will haue for the apprehending of all ſuſpitious liues, and though the labour be infinite, you muſt conſider your loſſe is ſo. Come, ile doe any thing to gaine my golde. Till which be had, my fare will be but cold. Now Mr. Parſon we will no further trouble you, and for the tying of our true loue knot, heres a ſmall amends. Tis more then due ſir, yet ile take it all, Should kindneſſe be diſpis'd, good will would fall. Vnto a lower ebbe, ſhould we deteſt The gratefull giuers gift, It's true indeed, good morrow honeſt Parſon. Yet if you pleaſe, ſir Iohn will backe ſurrender The ouerplus of what you now did tender. O by no meanes, I pree thee friend, good-morrow. Why if you pleaſe Sir Iohn to me reſtore, The ouerplus ile giue it to the poore. O pardon ſir, for by our worſhips leaue, We ought to giue from whence we doe receaue. VVhy then to me ſir Iohn. To all a kinde good morrow. A moſt fine Vicar, there was no other meanes to be rid of him: but why are you ſo ſad Rebecka? To thinke in what eſtate my father is? VVhen he beholds that he is meerely guld. Nay be not grieu'd, for that which ſhould rather giue you cauſe of content, for 'twill be a meanes to make him abandon his auarice, and ſaue a ſoule almoſt incurable: but now to our owne affaires, this marriage of ours muſt not yet be known leaſt it breed ſuſpition, we will bring you Rebeck a vnto Atlas his houſe, whil'ſt we two goe vnto the old Lord Welthies, hauing ſome acquaintance with his ſonne in law Carracus, who I vnderſtand is there, where no queſtion but we ſhall finde your father proclaiming his loſſe, thether you ſhall come ſome what after vs, as it were to ſeeke him, where I doubt not but ſo to order the matter, that I will receaue you as my wife, from his own hands. May it ſo happy proue. Amen ſay I, for ſhould our laſt tricke be knowne, great Creſſus ſhade would haue a coniured time ont. Tis true, his Caſtle of Addamant would ſcarce holde him: but come this will be good cauſe for laughter hereafter. Then wele relate how this great bird was puld, Of his rich fethers, and moſt finely guld.