Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 42 of 47

Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals)
comedy · Queen Anne's Men
unassigned nearest T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 493 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T45: widow, widows, hoord, master, gentlemen, wife, randalls, wit, mistress, married.

You will not put it up. Not till I have some token of your love. If this may be a testimony take it. By all my hopes I love thee, thou are worthy Of the best widow living, thou tak'st the course; And those that will win widows must do thus. Nay, I knew what I did, when I came with my naked weapon in my hand; but come, unlace. Nay my dear love, know that I will not yield My body unto lust, until the Priest Shall join us in Hymen's sacred nuptial rites. Then set your hand to this, nay 'tis a contract Strong and sufficient, and will hold in Law, Here, here's pen and ink, you see I come provided. Give me the pen. Why here's some comfort, Yet write your name fair I pray, And at large; why now 'tis very well, Now widow you may admit your Maid, For i'th' next room I'll go fetch a nap. Thou shalt not leave me so, come pray thee sit, we'll talk a while, for thou hast made my heart Dance in my bosom I receive such joy. Thou art a good wench i'faith, come kiss upon't. But will you be a loving husband to me, Avoid all naughty company, and be true To me, and to my bed? As true to thee, as Steel to Adamant. I'll bind you to your word, see that you be, Or I'll conceal my bags, I have kinsfolks, To whom I'll make't over, you shall not have a penny. Push, pray thee do not doubt me, How now, what means this? It means my vengeance; nay sir, you are fast, Nor do not dare to struggle, I have liberty, Both of my tongue and feet, I'll call my maid: Phillis come in, and help to triumph, Over this bold Intruder, wonder not wench, But go unto him, and ransack all his pockets, And take from thence a Contract which he forced From my unwilling fingers: Is this according to your oath. Come sir, I must search you. I pray thee do. And when thou tak'st that from me, take my life too. Hast thou it girl? I have a paper here. It is the same, give it me, look you sir, Thus your new fancied hopes I tear asunder: Poor wretched man, thouhast had a golden dream, Which guilded o'er thy calamity: But being awake thou findst it ill laid on, For with one finger I have wiped it off: Go fetch me hither the Casket that contains My choicest jewels, and spread them here before him; Look you sit: here's gold, pearl, rubies, sapphires, diamonds; These would be goodly things for you to pawn, Or revel with amongst your Courtesans, Whilst I and mine did starve: why dost not curse, And utter all the mischiefs of thy heart, Which I know swells within thee, powre it our, And let me hear thy fury.
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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 1869–1930 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 42 of 47 in this edition
Length493 words · 661 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T45 — Widows, wooing and remarriage at 0.845
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)
You will not put it vp. Not till I haue some token of your loue. If this may be a testimonie take it. By all my hopes I loue thee, thou are worthy Of the best widdow liuing, thou tk'st the course; And those that will win widdowes must doe thus. Nay, I knew what I did, when I came with my naked weapon in my hand; but come, vnlace. Nay my deare loue, know that I will not yeeld My body vnto lust, vntill the Priest Shall ioynevs in Hymens sacred nuptiall rites. Then set your hand to this, nay 'tis a contract Strong and sufficient, and will holde in Lawe, Heere, heere's pen and cke, you see I come prouided. Giue me the penne. Why here's some comfort, Yet write your name faire I pray, And at large; why now 'tis very well, Now widdow you may admit your Maid, For i'th next roome I'le goe fetch a nappe. Thou shalt not leaue me so, come pre thee sit, Wee'l talke a while, for thou hast made my heart Dance in my bosome I receiue such ioy. Thou art a good wench yfaith, come kisse vpon't. But will you be a louing husband to me, Auoyde all naughty company, and be true To me, and to my bedde? As true to thee, as Steele to Adamant. I'le binde you to your word, see that you be, Or I'le conceale my bagges, I haue kins folkes, To whom I'le mak't ouer, you shall not bae penny. Push, pre thee doe not doubt me, How now, what meanes this? It means my vengeance; nay sir, you are fast, Nor doe not dare to struggle, I haue libertie, Both of my tongue and feet, I'le call my maid: Phillis come in, and helpe to triumph, Ouer this bolde Intruder, wonder not wench, But goe vnto him, and ranscke all his pockets, And take from thence a Contract which he forc'd From my vnwilling fingers: Is this according to your oath. Come sir, I must search you. I pre thee do. And when thou tak'st that from me, take my life too. Hast thou it gerle? I haue a paper heere. It is the same, giue it me, looke you sir, Thus your new fancied hopes I teare asunder: Poore wretched man, t'hast had a golden dreame, Which guilded o're thy calamitie: But being awake thou findst it ill laid on, For with one finger I haue wip'd it off: Goe fetch me hither the Casket that containes My choicest Iewells, and spread them heere before him; Looke you sit: Heere's gold, pearle, rubies, saphires, diamonds; These would be goodly things for you to pawne, Or reuell with amongst your Curtizans, Whilst I and mine did starue why dost not curse, And vtter all the mischiefes of thy heart, Which I know swells within thee, powre it our, And let me heare thy fury.