Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Amends for Ladies · chunk 19 of 36

Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T3 Sickness, physic and doctors · 484 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.

But why shouldst thou ask me what I meant e'en now, I tell thee there's nothing uttered that carries a double sense, one good, one bad, but if the hearer apply it to the worst, the fault lies in his or her corrupt understanding, not in the speaker, for to answer your lattine: pravis omnia prava, believe me wench, if ill come into my fancy, I will purge it by speech, the less will remain within: a pox of these nice mouthed creatures, I have seen a narrow pair of lips utter as broad a tail, as can be bought for money; Indeed an ill tale unuttered, is like a maggot in a nut, it spoils the whitest kernel. You speak most intelligently madam. hast not done yet? thou art an old fumbler, I perceive methinks thou dost not do things like a woman. madam, I do my endeavour, and the best can do no more, they that could do better, it may be would not, and then 'twere all one, but rather than be a burden to your Ladyship, I protest sincerely, I would beg my bread, therefore I beseech you madam to hold me excused, and let my good will stand for the action. Let thy good will stand for the action? If good will would do it, there's many a Lady in this Land would be content with her old Lord, and thou canst not be a burden to me, without thou lie upon me, and that were preposterous in thy sex; take no exceptions at what I say, remember you said stand even-now, there was a word for one of your coat indeed. I sweat madam, you are very merry, God send you good luck, has your Ladyship no waters, that you use at bedtime? No in troth, Princox. No Complexion? None but mine own I swear, didst thou ever use any? No indeed madam: now and then a piece of scarlet, or so; a little white and red Ceruse; but in troth madam, I have an excellent receipt for a night mask, as ever you heard. What is it? boar's grease one ounce, Jordan Almonds blanched and ground a quartern, red Rose-water, half a pint, mare's urine, newly covered, half a score drops. Fough, no more of thy medicine, if thou lov'st me, few of our Knights errant, when they meet a fair Lady errant, in a morning, would think her face had lain so plastered all night: thou hast had some Apothecary to thy sweet heart: but leaving this face physic, for (by my troth) it may make others have good ones; but it makes me make a scurvy one. Which of all the Gallants in the Town wouldst thou make a husband of, if thou might'st have him for thy choosing? In troth madam, ay but you'll say I speak blindly, but let my love stand aside.
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PlayAmends for Ladies
AuthorField, Nathan
Publication year (edition)1618
First performance / composition (Annals)1611 [c.1610-1611]
First performance (BritDrama)1610 [1610-1611]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
TheaterBlackfriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional;Boys Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 798 · TCP A00723 · DEEP 658
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 867–880 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 36 in this edition
Length484 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T3 — Sickness, physic and doctors at 0.738
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)
But why shouldst thou aske me what I meant e'ne now, I tell thee there's nothing vtter'd that carries a double sence, one good, one bad, but if the hearer applie it to the worst, the fault lies in his or her corrupt vnderstanding, not in the speaker, for to answere your lattine: prauis omnia praa, beleiue me wench, if ill come into my fancie, I will purge it by speech▪ the lesse will remaine within: a pox of these nise mouth'd creatures, I haue seen a norrow paire of lips vtter as broad a taile, as can be bought for money; Indeed an ill tale vnutter'd, is like a maggot in a nut, it spoiles the whitest kernell. You speake most intellegently Madame. Ha't not done yet? thou art an old fumbler, I perceiue me thinkes thou doest not doe things like a woman. Madame, I doe my endeauour, and the best can doe no more, they that could doe better, it may be would not, and then t'were all one, but rather then be a burthen to your Lady-ship, I protest sincerely, I would beg my bred, therefore I beseech you Madame to hold me excusd, and let my good will stand for the action. Let thy good will stand for the action? If good will would doe it, there's many a Ladie in this Land would be content with her old Lord, and thou canst not be a burthen to me, without thou lie vpon me, and that were preposterous in thy sexe; take no exceptions at what I say, remember you said stand e'ne-now, there was a word for one of your coate indeede. I sweat Madame, you are verie merrie, God send you good luck, ha's your Ladyship no waters, that you vse at bed-time? No introth, Princox. No Complexion? None but mine own I sweare, did'st thou euer vse any? No indeede Madame: now and then a peece of scarlet, or so; a little white and red Cerusse; but in troth Madame, I haue an excellent receipt for a night masque, as euer you heard. What is it? Bores grease one ounce, Iordane Almouds blanch't and ground a quarterne, red Rose-water, halfe a pint, Mares vrine, newly couer'd, halfe a score drops. Fough, no more of thy medicine, if thou lou'st me, few of our Knights errant, when they meete a faire Ladie errant, in a morning, would thinke her face had lien so plaster'd all night: thou hast had some Apothecarie to thy sweet heart: but leauing this face physick, for (by my troth) it may make others haue good ones; but it makes me make a scuruie one. Which of all the Gallants in the Towne would'st thou make a husband of, if thou might'st haue him for thy chusing? In troth Madame, I but you'll say I speake blindly, but let my loue stand a side.