Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Scornful Lady · chunk 6 of 46

Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1616 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1616] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.85 · 485 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

What room fill you in this house? More rooms than one. The more the merrier. But may my boldness know, why your Lady hath sent you to decipher my name? Her own words were these; To know whether you were a formerly denied suitor, disguised in this message: For I can assure you she delights not in Thalame: Hymen and she are at variance, I shall return with much haste. And much speed Sir I hope: certainly I am arrived amongst a Nation of new found fools: on a Land where no Navigator has yet planted wit, If I had foreseen it, I would have laded my breeches with bells, knives, copper and glasses to trade with the women for their virginities: yet I fear I should have betrayed myself to an needless charge then: here's the walking nightcap again. Sir, my Lady's pleasure is to see you: who hath commanded me to acknowledge her sorrow. that you must take the pains to come up for so bad entertainment. I shall obey your Lady that sent it, and acknowledge you that brought it to be your art's Master. I am but a bachelor of Art Sir; and I have the mending of all under this roof, from my Lady on her down bed, to the maid in the pease straw. A Cobbler Sir? No Sir. I inculcate Divine service within these walls, But the inhabitants of this house do often employ you on errands, without any scruple of conscience. Yes, I do take the air many mornings on foot, three or four miles for eggs: but why move you that? To know whether it might become your function to bid my man to neglect his horse a little, to attend on me. Most properly Sir. I pray ye do so then: and whilst I will attend your Lady. You direct all this house in the true way? I do Sir. And this door (I hope) conducts to your Lady? Your understanding is ingenious. By your favour Sir you shall pardon me. I shall beat your favour Sir, cross me no more; I say they shall come in. Sir you forget one, who I am. Sir I do not; thou art my brother's Steward, his cast off mill-money, his Kitchen Arithmetic. Sir I hope you will not make so little of me. I make thee not so little as thou art: for indeed there goes no more to the making of a Steward, but a fair Imprimis, and then a reasonable Item infused into him, and the thing is done. Nay then you stir my duty, and I must tell you. What wouldst thou tell me, how Hops go, or hold some rotten discourse of sheep, or when our Lady day falls? Prithee farewell, and entertain my friends, be drunk, and burn thy Table-books: and my dear spark of velvet thou and I Good Sir remember.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 130–156 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 46 in this edition
Length485 words · 596 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.848 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T5 · seed 44: T29 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
VVhat roome fill you in this house? More roomes then one. The more the merrier. But may my boldnesse know, why your Lady hath sent you to discipher my name? Her owne words were these; To know whether you were a formerly denied sutor, disguised in this message: For I can assure you shee delights not in Thalame: Himen and sh are at variance, I shall returne with much hast. And much speede Sir I hope: certainely I am ariued amongst a Nation of new found fooles: on a Land where no Naigator has yet planted wit, If I had foreseene it, I would haue laded my breeches with bels, kniues, copper ad glasses to trade with the weomen for their virginities: yet I feare I should haue betraied my selfe to an charge then: heres the walking night-cap againe. Sir, my Ladies pleasure is to see you: who hath commanded mee to acknowledge her sorow. that you must take the paines to come vp for so bad entertainement. I shall obey your Lady that sent it, and acknowledge you that brought it to be your Arts Master. Iam but a Bachiler of Art Sir; aud I haue the mending of all vnder this roofe, from my Lady on her downe bed, to the maide in the pease strawe. A Cobler Sir? No Sir. I inculcate Diuine seruice within these walles, But the inhabitants of this house doe often imploy you on errands, without any scruple of conscience. Yes, I doe take the aire many mornings on foote, three or foure miles for egges: but why moue you that? To knowe whether it might become your function to bid my man to neglect his horse a little, to attend on mee. Most properly Sir. I pray ye doe so then: and whilst I will attend your Lady. You direct all this house in the true way? I doe Sir. And this dore (I hope) conducts to your Lady? Your vnderstanding is ingenous. By your fauour Sir you shall pardon me. I shall beate your fauour Sir, crosse me no more; I say they shall come in. Sir you forget one, who I am. Sir I doe not; thou art my brothers Steward, his cast off mill-money, his Kitchen Arethmatick. Sir I hope you will not make so little of me. I make thee not so little as thou art: for indeed there goes no more to the making of a Steward, but a faire Imprimis, and then a reasonable Item infus'd into him, and the thing is done. Nay then you stirre my duty, and I must tell you. What wouldst thou tell me, how Hoppes goe, or hold some rotten discourse of sheepe, or when our Lady day fals? Prethee farewell, and entertaine my friends, bee drunke, and burne thy Table-bookes: and my deare sparke of veluet thou and I Good Sir remember.