Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Scornful Lady · chunk 3 of 46

Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 489 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.

And all these (almost invincible labours) performed for your mistress to be in danger to forsake her, and to put on new allegiance to some French Lady, who is content to change language with you for laughter, and after your whole year spent in tennis and broken speech, to stand to the hazard of being laughed at at your return, and have tales made on you by the chambermaids. You wrong me much. louder yet. You know your least word is of force to make me seek out dangers, move me not with toys: but in this banishment, I must take leave to say, you are unjust: was one kiss forced from you in public by me so unpardonable? why all the hours of day and night have seen us kiss. 'tis true, and so you satisfied the company that heard me chide. Your own eyes were not dearer to you than I? And so you told 'em. I did, yet no sign of disgrace need to have stained your cheek: you yourself knew your pure and simple heart to be most unspotted, and free from the least baseness. I did: But if a maids heart doth but once think that she is suspected, her own face will write her guilty. But where lay this disgrace? The world that knew us, knew our resolutions well: And could it be hoped that I should give away my freedom, and venture a perpetual bondage with one I never kissed? or could I in strict wisdom take too much love upon me, from her that chose me for her husband? Believe me; if my wedding smock were on, Were the gloves bought and given, the Licence come, Were the Rosemary branches dipped, and all The Hipochrists and cakes eat and drunk off, Were these two arms encompassed with the hands Of Bachelors, to lead me to the Church; Were my feet in the door, were I Iohn, said, If John should boast a favour done by me, I would not wed that year: And you I hope, When you have spent his year commodiously, In achieving Languages, will at your return Acknowledge me more coy of parting with mine eyes, Than such a friend. More talk I hold not now, If you dare go! I dare you know; First let me kiss. Farewell sweet servant, your talk performed, On a new ground as a beginning suitor, I shall be apt to hear you. Farewell cruel Mistress. Brother you'll hazard the losing your tide to Gravesend: you have a long half mile by land to Greenwich. I go: but brother, what yet unheard of course to live, doth your imagination flatter you with? your ordinary means are devoured. Course? why horse-coursing I think. Consume no time in this: I have no estate to be mended by meditation: he that busies himself about my fortunes, may properly be said to busy himself about nothing.
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PlayThe Scornful Lady
AuthorBeaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John
Publication year (edition)1616
First performance / composition (Annals)1613 [1613-1616]
First performance (BritDrama)1610 [1609-1612]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
TheaterBlackfriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional;Adult Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 753 · TCP A06389 · DEEP 633
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 55–86 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 46 in this edition
Length489 words · 607 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.871
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)
And all these (almost inuincible labours) performed for your mistres to be in danger to for sake her, and to put on new alleagance to some French Lady, who is content to change language with you for laughter, and after your whole yeare spent in tennis and broken speech, to stand to the hazard of being laught at at your returne, and haue tales made on you by the chamber-maids. You wrong me much. Lowder yet. You know your least word is offorce to make mee seeke out dangers, moue mee not with toies: but in this banishment, I must take leaue to say, you are vniust: was one kisse forc't from you in publike by me so vnpardonable? why all the howers of day and night haue seene vs kisse. Tis true, and so you satisfied the company that heard me chide. Your owne eyes were not dearer to you then I? And so you told vm. I did, yet no singne of disgrace neede to haue staind your cheeke: you your selfe knew your pure and simple heart to be most vnspotted, and free from the least basenesse. I did: But if a Maides heart doth but once thinke that shee is suspected, her owne face will write he guiltie. But where lay this disgrace? The world that knew vs, knew our resolutions well: And could it bee hop'd that I should giue away my freedome, and venture a perpetuall bondage with one I neuer kist? or could I in wisdome take oo much lou vpon me, from he that chose me for her husband? Beleeue me; if my wdding smock were on, Were the gloues bought and giuen, the Licence com, Were the Rosemary branches dipt, and all The Hipochrists and cakes and drunke off, Were these two armes incmpast with the hands Of Bachelers, to lade me to the Church; Were my feete in the dore, were I Iohn, said, If Ion should boast a fauour done by me, I would not wed that yeare: And you I hope, When you haue spent his yeere commodiously, In atcheiuing Languages, will at your returne Acknowledge me more coy of parting with mine eies, Then such a friend. More talke I hold not now, If you dare goe! I dare you know; First let me kisse. Farewell sweet seruant, your take perform'd, On a new ground as a beginning sutor, I shall be apt to heare you. Farewell cruell Mistres. Brother youle hazard the loosing your tide to Grauesend: you haue a long halfe mile by land to Greenewich. I goe: but brother, what yet vnheard of course to liue, doth your imagination flatter you with? your ordinary meanes are deuourd. Course? why horse-coursing I thinke. Consume no time in this: I haue no este to bee mended by meditation: hee that busies himselfe about my fortunes, may properly be said to busie himselfe about nohing.