Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Albumazar · chunk 18 of 43

Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals)
comedy · before the Court
unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 486 words

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

Why? should I twine mine arms to cables, and sigh my soul to Air? Sit up all night like a Watching Candle, and distill my brains through my eyelids? your brother loves me, and I love your brother; and where these two consent, I would fain see a third could hinder us. Alas, our Sex is most wretched, nursed up from infancy in continual slavery. No sooner able to pray for ourselves, but they brayle and hud us so with sour awe of parents, that we dare not offer to bate at our own desires. And whereas it becomes men to vent their amorous passions at their pleasure; we poor souls must rake up our affections in the ashes of a burnt heart, not daring to sigh, without excuse of the Spleen, or fit of the mother. I plainly will profess my love of Lelio, 'tis honest, chaste, and stains not modesty. Shall I be married to Antonio, that hath been a soused Sea-fish, this three months? and if he be alive comes home with as many impairs, as a Hunting Gelding fallen Packhorse. No, no, I'll see him freeze to Crystal first. In other things, good father, I am your most obedient daughter, but in this a pure woman. 'Tis your part to offer, mine to refuse if I like not. Lelio's a handsome Gentleman, young, fresh, rich, and well-fashioned, and him will Sulpitia have, or die a maid: And i'faith the temper of my blood tells me I was never borne to so cold a misfortune. Fie Flavia, fie wench, no more with tears and sighs, cheer up, Eugenio to my knowledge loves you, and you shall have him: I say you shall have him. I doubt not of his love, but know no means, how he dares work against so great a Rival: your father in a spleen may disinherit him. And give't to whom? has none but him and me: What though he dote a while upon your beauty; he will not prove unnatural to his son. Go to your chamber: my Genius whispers in my ear, and swears this night we shall enjoy our loves, and with that hope farewell. Farewell Sulpitia. WHile the ginger hews out Trincalo, Squaring and framing him t'antonio, Cricca I'll make thee partner of a thought That some thing troubles me. Say, sir, what be't? I have no heart to give Albumazar The chain I promised him. Deliver it me And I'll present it to him in your name. 'Thas been an heirloom to our house four hundredth years, And should I leave it now, I fear good fortune Would sly from us, and follow it. Then give him The price in gold. It comes to a hundred pounds. And how would that well husbanded grow in time? I was a fool to promise, I confess it, I was too hot and forward in the business.
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PlayAlbumazar
AuthorTomkis, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1615
First performance / composition (Annals)1615 [Mar 9]
First performance (BritDrama)1615 [Mar]
Theaterbefore the Court;at University;
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 745 · TCP A13802 · DEEP 625
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1127–1150 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 43 in this edition
Length486 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations at 0.761
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)
Why? should I twine mine armes to cables, and sigh my soule to Aire? Sit vp all night like a Watching Candle, and distill my braines through my eye-lids? your brother loues mee, and I loue your brother; and where these two consent, I would faine see a third could hinder vs. Alas, our Sex is most wretched, nurst vp from infancie in continuall slauerie. No sooner able to pray for our selues, but they brayle and hudde vs so with sowre awe of parents, that wee dare not offer to bate at our owne desires. And whereas it becomes men to vent their amorous passions at their pleasure; wee poore soules must rake vp our affections in the ashes of a burnt heart, not daring to sigh, without excuse of the Spleene, or fit of the mother. I plainely will professe my loue of Lelio, 'tis honest, chast, and staines not modesty. Shall I be married to Antonio, that hath beene a soust Sea-fish, this three months? and if hee bee aliue comes home with as many impaires, as a Hunting Gelding fal'n Pack-horse. No, no, I'le see him freeze to Christall first. In other things, good father, I am your most obedient daughter, but in this a pure woman. 'Tis your part to offer, mine to refuse if I like not. Lelio's a hansome Gentleman, yong, fresh, rich, and well-fashioned, and him will Sulpitia haue, or dye a maide: And ifaith the temper of my bloud tel's me I was neuer borne to so cold a misfortune. Fye Flauia, fye wench, no more with teares and sighs, cheere vp, Eugenio to my knowledge loues you, and you shall haue him: I say you shall haue him. I doubt not of his loue, but know no meanes, how hee dares worke against so great a Riuall: your father in a spleene may disinherite him. And giue't to whom? has none but him and mee: What though he dote a while vpon your beauty; hee will not proue vnnaturall to his sonne. Goe to your chamber: my Genius whispers in my eare, and sweares this night we shall enioy our loues, and with that hope fare-well. Fare-well Sulpitia. WHile the Astrologer hew's out Trincalo, Squaring and framing him t'Antonio, Cricca I'le make thee partner of a thought That some thing troubles me. Say, sir, what ist? I haue no heart to giue Albumazar The chaine I promist him. Deliuer it me And I'le present it to him in your name. 'Thas bene an Aireloome to our house foure hundreth yeares, And should I leaue it now, I feare good fortune Would slye from vs, and follow it. Then giue him The price in gold. It comes to a hundred pounds. And how would that well husbanded grow in time? I was a foole to promise, I confesse it, I was too hote and forward in the businesse.