Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Scornful Lady · chunk 46 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 T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 501 words

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I shall look for't in good faith sir. Prithee good sweetheart kiss him. Who, that fellow? Sir will it please you to remember me: my keys good sir. I'll do it presently. Come thou shalt kiss him for our sport's sake. Let him come on then, and do you hear, do not instruct me in these tricks, for you may repent it. That at my peril. Lusty Mr. Moorecraft, Here is a Lady would salute you. She shall not lose her longing Sir: what is she? My wife Sir. She must be then my Mistress. Must I Sir: O yes, you must. And you must take this ring, a poor pawn, Of some fifty pound. Take it by any means, 'tis lawful prize. Sir I shall call you servant. I shall be proud on't: what fellow's that: My Lady's Coachman. there's something. (my friend) for you to buy whips, And for you sir, and you sir. Under a miracle this is the strangest, I ever heard of. What shall we play, or drink? what shall we do? Who will hunt with me for a hundred pound? Stranger and Stranger! Sir you shall find sport after a day or two. Sir I have a suit unto you, Concerning your old servant Savill. O, for his keys, I know it, Now sir, strike in. Sir I must have you grant me. 'tis done Sir, take your keys again: But hark you Savill, leave of the motions Of the flesh, and be honest, or else you shall graze again. I'll try you once more. If ever I be taken drunk, or whoring, Take off the biggest key i'th' bunch, and open My head with it Sir: I humbly thank your worships. Nay then I see we must keep holiday here's the last couple in hell. joy be amongst you all. Why how now sir, what is the meaning of this Emblem? Marriage an't like your worship. Are you married? As well as the next priest could do it, Madam. I think the signs in Gemini here's such coupling. Sir Roger, what will you take to lie from your sweetheart tonight? Not the best benefice in your worship's gift Sir. A whoreson, how he swells. How many times tonight Sir Roger? Sir you grow scurrilous: What I shall do, I shall do: I shall not need your help. For horse flesh Roger. Come prithee be not angry, 'tis a day Given wholly to our mirth. It shall be so sir: Sir Roger and his Bride, We shall entreat to be at our charge. Welford get you to Church: by this light, You shall not lie with her again, till you're married. I am gone. To every Bride I dedicate this day: Six healths a piece, and it shall go hard, But every one a jewel: Come be mad Boys. thouart in a good beginning: come who leads? Sir Roger, you shall have the Van: lead the way: Would every dogged wench had such a day.
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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 1300–1367 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 46 of 46 in this edition
Length501 words · 665 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.842
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)
I shal looke for't in good faith sir. Prethee good sweet-heart kisse him. Who, that fellow? Sir will it please you to remember me: my keyes good sir. I'le doe it presently. Come thou shalt kisse him for our sport sake. Let him come on then, and doe you heare, doe not instruct me in these tricks, for you may repent it. That at my perill. Lusty Mr. Moorecraft, Heere is a Ladie would salute you. She shall not loose her longing Sir: what is she? My wife Sir. She must be then my Mistres. Must I Sir: O yes, you must. And you must take this ring, a poore pawne, Of some fifty pound. Take it by any meanes, tis lawfull prise. Sir I shall call you seruant. I shall be proud on't: what fellow's that: My Ladies Coach-man. Ther's something. (my friend) for you to buy whips, And for you sir, and you sir. Vnder a miracle this is the strangest, I euer heard of. What shall we play, or drinke? what shall we doe? Who will hunt with me for a hundred pound? Stranger and Stranger! Sir you shall finde sport after a day or two. Sir I haue a sute vnto you, Concerning your old seruant Sauill. O, for his keyes, I know it, Now sir, strike in. Sir I must haue you grant me. Tis done Sir, take your keyes againe: But harke you Sauill, leaue of the motions Of the flesh, and be honest, or else you shall graze againe. Ile trie you once more. If cuer I be taken drunke, or whoring, Take off the biggest key i'th bunch, and open My head with it Sir: I humbly thanke your worships. Nay then I see we must keepe holiday Heers the last couple in hell. Ioy be amongst you all. Why how now sir, what is the meaning of this Embleme? Marriage an't like your worship. Are you married? As well as the next priest could doe it, Madam. I thinke the signes in Gemini heer's such coupling. Sir Roger, what will you take to lie from your sweeteheart to night? Not the best benifice in your worships gift Sir. A whorson, how he swels. How many times to night Sir Roger? Sir you grow scurrilous: What I shall doe, I shall doe: I shall not neede your helpe. For horse flesh Roger. Come prethee be not angry, tis a day Giuen wholly to our mirth. It shall be so sir: Sir Roger and his Bride, VVe shall intreate to be at our charge. Welford get you to Church: by this light, You shall not lie with her againe, till y'are married. I am gone. To euery Bride I dedicate this day: Six healths a peece, and it shall goe hard, But euery one a Iewell: Come be mad Boyes. Th'art in a good beginning: come who leads? Sir Roger, you shall haue the Van: leade the way: VVould euery dogged wench had such a day.