Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Ralph Roister Doister · chunk 28 of 39

Udall, Nicholas · published 1566 · first performed or written 1552 [1552-1554(?)] (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 499 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.

And though I have here his letter of love with me, Yet his ring and tokens he sent, keep safe with ye. A mischief take his tokens, and him and thee too. But what prate I with fools? have I nought else to do? Come in with me Sym Suresby to take some repast. I must ere I drink by your leave, go in all haste, To a place or two, with earnest letters of his. Then come drink here with me. I thank you. Do not miss You shall have a token to your master with you. No tokens this time gramercies, God be with you. Surely this fellow misdéemeth some ill in me, Which thing but God help, will go near to spill me. Yea farewell fellow, and tell thy master Goodluck That he cometh to late of this blossom to pluck. Let him keep him there still, or at least wise make no haste, As for his labour hither he shall spend in waste. His betters be in place now. As long as it will hold. I will be even with thee thou beast, thou mayst be bold. Will ye have us then? I will never have thee. Then will I have you? No, the devil shall have thee. I have gotten this hour more shame and harm by thee, Than all thy life days thou canst do me honesty. Why now may ye see what it cometh too in the end, To make a deadly foe of your most loving friend: And iwis this letter if ye would hear it now. I will hear none of it. In faith would ravish you. He hath stained my name for ever this is clear. I can make all as well in an hour. As ten year. How say ye, will ye have him? No. will ye take him? I defy him. At my word?. A shame take him. Waste no more wind, for it will never be. This one fault with twain shall be mended, ye shall see. gentle mistress Custance now, good mistress Custance, Honey mistress Custance now, sweet mistress Custance, Golden mistress Custance now, white mistress Custance, Silken mistress Custance now, fair mistress Custance. Faith rather than to marry with such a doltish lout, I would match myself with a beggar out of doubt. Then I can say no more, to speed we are not like, Except ye rap out a rag of your Rhetoric. Speak not of winning me: for it shall never be so. Yes dame, I will have you whether ye will or no, I command you to love me, wherefore should ye not? Is not my love to you chafing and burning hot? Too her, that is well said. Shall I so break my brain To dote upon you, and ye not love us again? Well said yet. Go to y• goose. I say ●it Custance, In case ye will not haze, well, better yes perchance. avaunt lozel, pick thee hence.
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PlayRalph Roister Doister
AuthorUdall, Nicholas
Publication year (edition)1566
First performance / composition (Annals)1552 [1552-1554(?)]
First performance (BritDrama)1552 [1550-1553]
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 83 · TCP A14193 · DEEP 71
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1555–1617 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 39 in this edition
Length499 words · 635 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T32 — Rings and jewels as tokens at 0.815
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 though I haue here his letter of loue with me, Yet his ryng and tokens he sent, kéepe safe with ye. A mischiefe take his tokens, and him and thée too. But what prate I with fooles? haue I nought else to doo? Come in with me Sym Suresby to take some repast. I must ere I drinke by your leaue, goe in all hast, To a place or two, with earnest letters of his. Then come drink here wt me. I thāk you. Do not misse You shall haue a token to your maister with you. No tokens this time gramercies, God be with you. Surely this fellowe misdéemeth some yll in me, Which thing but God helpe, will go néere to spill me. Yea farewell fellow, and tell thy maister Goodlucke That he commeth to late of thys blossome to plucke. Let him kéepe him there still, or at least wise make no hast, As for his labour hither he shall spende in wast. His betters be in place nowe. As long as it will hold. I will be euen with thée thou beast, thou mayst be bolde. Will ye haue vs then? I will neuer haue thée. Then will I haue you? No, the deuill shal haue thée. I haue gotten this houre more shame and harme by thée, Than all thy life days thou canst do me honestie. Why nowe may ye sée what it comth too in the ende, To make a deadly foe of your most louing frende: And ywis this letter if ye woulde heare it now. I will heare none of it. In faith would rauishe you. He hath stained my name for euer this is cleare. I can make all as well in an houre. As ten yeare. How say ye, wil ye haue him? No. Wil ye take him? I defie him. At my word?. A shame take him. Waste no more wynde, for it will neuer bée. This one faulte with twaine shall be mended, ye shall sée. Gentie mistresse Custance now, good mistresse Custance, Honey mistresse Custance now, swéete mistresse Custance, Golden mistresse Custance now, white mistresse Custance, Silken mistresse Custance now, faire mistresse Custance. Faith rather than to mary with suche a doltishe loute, I woulde matche my selfe with a begger out of doute. Then I can say no more, to spéede we are not like, Except ye rappe out a ragge of your Rhetorike. Speake not of winnyng me: for it shall neuer be so. Yes dame, I will haue you whether ye will or no, I commaunde you to loue me, wherfore shoulde ye not? Is not my loue to you chang and burning hot? Too hir, that is well sayd. Shall I so breake my braine To dote vpon you, and ye not loue vs againe? Wel sayd yet. Go to y• goose. I say it Custāce, In case ye will not haze, well, better yes perchaunce. Auaunt lozell, picke thée hence.