Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 9 of 47

Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals)
comedy · Queen Anne's Men
unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 486 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.

How now! what are you two consulting on, on husbands? you think you lose time I am sure, but hold your own a little Girls, it shall not be long ere I'll provide for you: and for you Gartered, I have bethought myself already, Whirlpit the usurer is late deceased, A man of unknown wealth, which he has left Unto a provident kinsman as I hear, That was once servant to that unthrift Stains. A prudent Gentleman they say he is, And (as I take it) called master Bubble. Bubble! Yes nimble-chaps, what say you to that? Nothing, but that I wish his Christen name were Water. Sir, I'm at your disposing, but my mind Stands not as yet towards marriage, Were you so pleased I would a little longer Enjoy the quiet of a single bed. here's the right trick of them all, let a man Be motioned to 'em, they could be content To lead a single life forsooth, when the harlotries Do pine and run into diseases, Eat chalk and oatmeal, cry and creep in corners, Which are manifest tokens of their longings, And yet they will dissemble. But Gartered, As you do owe me reverence, and will pay it, Prepare yourself to like this Gentleman, Who can maintain thee in thy choice of Gowns, Of tires, of servants, and of costly jewels; Nay for a need, out of his easy nature, may'st draw him to the keeping of a Coach For Country; and caroche for London, Indeed what mightst thou not. Sir, here's one come from Master Bubble, to invite you to the funeral of his uncle. Thank the Messenger, and make him drink, Tell him I will not fail to wait the corpse, Yet stay, I will go talk with him myself: Gartered, think upon what I have told you, And let me ere't be long receive your answer. Sister, sister. What say you sister? Shall I provide a Cord? A Cord! what to do? Why to let thee out at the window; do not I know that thou wilt run away with the Gentleman, for whom you made the passion, rather than endure this same Bubble, that my father talks of, 'twere good you would let me be of your council, lest I break the neck of your plot. Sister, know I love thee, And I'll not think a thought thou shalt not know; I love a Gentleman that answers me, In all the rites of love as faithfully, Has wooed me oft with Sonnets, and with tears, Yet I seem still to slight him. Experience tells, The jewel that's enjoyed is not esteemed, Things hardly got, are always highest deemed. You say well sister, but it is not good to linger out too long, continuance of time will take away any man's stomach i'th' world; I hope the next time that he comes to you, I shall see him.
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PlayGreene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant
AuthorCooke, John
Publication year (edition)1614
First performance / composition (Annals)1611
First performance (BritDrama)1611
Company (BritDrama)Queen Anne's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 732 · TCP A19260 · DEEP 611
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 271–319 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 47 in this edition
Length486 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T27 — Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and patronage at 0.798
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)
How now! what are you two consulting on, on husbands? you thinke you loose time I am sure, but holde your owne a little Girles, it shall not be long ere I'le prouide for you: and for you Gartred, I haue bethought my selfe already, Whirle-pit the vsurer is late deceast, A man of vnknowne wealth, which he has left Vnto a prouident kinsman as I heare, That was once seruant to that vnthrift Staines. A prudent Gentleman they say he is, And (as I take it) called maister Bubble. Bubble! Yes nimble-chappes, what say you to that? Nothing, but that I wish his Christen name were Waer. Sir, I'm at your disposing, but my minde Stands not as yet towards marriage, Were you so pleasde I would a little longer Enioy the quiet of a single bed. Heere's the right tricke of them all, let a man Be motion'd to vm, they could be content To leade a single life forsooth, when the harlotries Doe pine and runne into diseases, Eate chalke and oate-meale, cry and creep in corners, Which are manifest tokens of their longings, And yet they will dissemble. But Gartred, As you doe owe me reuerence, and will pay it, Prepare your selfe to like this Gentleman, Who can maintaine thee in thy choice of Gownes, Of tyres, of seruants, and of costly Iewells; Nay for a neede, out of his easie nature, Mai'st draw him to the keeping of a Coach For Countrey; and Carroach for London, Indeed what mightst thou not. Sir, here's one come from Master Bubble, to inuite you to the funerall of his vncle. Thanke the Messenger, and make him drinke, Tell him I will not faile to wait the coarse, Yet stay, I will goe talke with him my selfe: Gartred, thinke vpon what I haue tolde you, And let me er't be long receiue your answere. Sister, sister. What say you sister? Shall I prouide a Cord? A Cord! what to doe? Why to let thee out at the window; doe not I know that thou wilt runne away with the Gentleman, for whom you made the passion, rather then indure this same Bubble, that my father talkes of, t'were good you would let mee bee of your councell, lest I breake the necke of your plot. Sister, know I loue thee, And I'le not thinke a thought thou shalt not know; I loue a Gentleman that answeres me, In all the rites of loue as faithfully, Has woo'd me oft with Sonets, and with teares, Yet I seeme still to slight him. Experience tells, The Iewell that's enioy'd is not esteem'd, Things hardly got, are alwayes highest deem'd. You say wel sister, but it is not good to linger out too long, continuance of time will take away any mans stomacke i'th world; I hope the next time that he comes to you, I shall see him.