Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Lusty Juventus · chunk 12 of 18

Wever, R. · published 1565 · first performed or written 1550 [1547-1553] (Annals)
moral
unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 534 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.

Will you see this gentleman fines your gentleness and your kindness, I thank him and I thank you, And I think, if the truth weary sought, The one bad, and the other nought, Never a good I make God a vow. But yet fellowship tell me one thing. Did you see little Bess this morning? We should have our breakfast, yester night she said, But she hath fore gotten it now, I am a afraid. Her promise shallbe performed and paid, For I spoke with her since the time I rose And then she told me how the matter goeth: We must be with her between eight and nine, And then her master & mistress will be at the preaching I purposed myself there to have been, But this man provoked me to the contrary And told me that we should have merry company. Merry quod ha, we can not choose but be merry, For there is such a girl, where as we go, Which will make us be merry, whether we will or no The ground is the better on the which she doth go For she will make better cheer with a little which she can get Then many one cane with a great banquet of meat, To be in her company my heart is set, Therefore I pray you let us be gone She will come herself anon For I told her before where we would stand. And then she said she would beck us with her hand Now by the mass I perceive that she is a gallaunde What will she take pains to come for us hither? yea I warrant you, therefore you must be familiar with her When she cometh in place, you must her embrace, Somewhat hamsomlie. lest she thinketh danger Be cause you are a stranger, To come in your company. yea, by God's foot that I will be busy And I may say to you I can play the knave secretly Him, come a way quickly The back door is opened I dare not tarry, Come fellowship come on a way. What unknown honesty a word you shall not go yet by God I swear. Here is none but your friends, you need not to fray. Although this strange young gentle man be here, I trust in me she will think no danger. For I love well the company of fair women. Who you, nay ye are such a holy man, That to touch one ye dare not be bold, I thing you would not kiss a young woman, if own would give you twenty pound in gold, yes by the mass that I would, I could find in my heart to kiss you in your smock My back is broad enough to bare a way that mock as mine For one hath told me many a time, That you have said iou would use no such vantens company By dogs precious wounds that was some whoreson villain I will never eat meat that shall doom good, Tell I have cut his flesh by gods precious blood, Tell me I pray you who it was. And I will trime the knave by the blessed mass
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PlayLusty Juventus
AuthorWever, R.
Publication year (edition)1565
First performance / composition (Annals)1550 [1547-1553]
First performance (BritDrama)1551 [1550-1553]
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 74 · TCP A14846 · DEEP 66
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 744–806 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 18 in this edition
Length534 words · 619 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.712
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)
Wil you se thys gentelman fynes your gentelnes and your kindnes, I thanke him and I thanke you, And I thinke, if the truth wery sought, The one bad, and the other naught, Neuer a good I make God a vow. But yet feloship tel me one thyng. Did you se litle besse thys mornyng? We should haue our brekefast, yester nyght she sayd, But she hath fore gotten it now, I am a fraid. Her promise shalbe perfourmed and payd, For I spake with her synce the tyme I rose And then she tolde me how the matter goeth: We must be with her betwene eyght and nyne, And then her maister & mystres wil be at the preachynge I purposed my selfe there to haue bene, But thys man prouoked me to the contrary And tolde me that we shoulde haue mery company. Mery quod ha, we can not chuse but be mery, For ther is such a gyrle, where as we go, Whych wyl make vs be mery, whether we wyll or no The ground is the better on the whych she doth go For she wyll make better chere wt a litle whych she cā get Then many one cane wt a great banket of meate, To be in her company my hart is set, Therfore I praie you let vs be gone She wyl com her selfe a none For I tolde her before where we woulde stande. And then she sayde she woulde becke vs with her hande Now by the masse I perceyue that she is a gallaunde What wyl she take paynes to come for vs hether? yea I waraūt you, therfore you must be familier wt her When she commeth in place, you must her embrace, Somwhat hamsomlie. Leste she thynketh danger Be cause you are a stranger, To come in your companye. yea, by Gods foot that I wyll be busye And I may saye to you I can play the knaue secretly Hem, com a way quickly The back dore is opned I dare not tarry, Come felowship come on a waye. What vnknowne honestye a worde you shall not go yet by God I sweare. Here is none but your frendes, you nede not to fraye. Although thys strange yong gentel man be here, I trust in me she wyll thynke no daunger. For I loue well the company of fayre women. Who you, nay ye are suche a holy man, That to tuche one ye dare not be bolde, I thyng you woulde not kysse a yong woman, yf owne would geue you .xx. pound in goulde, yes by the masse that I woulde, I could fynde in my hart to kysse you in your smocke My backe is brode inough to bare a waye that mocke as myne For one hath tolde me many a tyme, That you haue said iou would vse no such vātēs cōpani By dogs precyous woundes yt was som horson vyllain I will neuer eate meate that shall dome good, Tell I haue cut hys fleshe by gods precious blude, Tell me I pray you who it was. And I wyl tryme the knaue by the blessed masse