Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Heir · chunk 12 of 33

May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals)
comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first)
unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 485 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.

Sir, you are abused. Why so. The wife you go to marry is with child, and by another. A good jest i'faith, make me believe that. How comes this fool possessed, he never touched her I dare swear. No more Francisco as you will answer it, Parson set forward there. stay, If this will not suffice, Sumner come forth. A Sumner, we are all betrayed. God save you all, I think you guess my business, These are to cite to the spiritual Court You master Shallow, and you mistress Luce, Ask not the cause, for 'tis apparent here, A carnal copulation, ante matrimonium. This was a bar unlooked for, spiteful Francisco Injurious Franklin, could the laws divine, Or humane suffer, such an impious act, That thou shouldst take my true and lawful wife, And great with child by me, to give t'another, Gulling his poor simplicity. Do you mean me Sir. Gallants Farewell, my writ shall be obeyed. Summer it shall. I'll take my leave, there's nothing now for me to do Farewell good master Parson. Francisco canst thou say thou ever lovedst my daughter, and wouldst thou thus disgrace her openly. No, I would win her thus, And did you hold her credit half so dear As I, or her content, you would not thus Take her from me, and thrust her against her will On this rich fool. You are very bold with me Sir. Let me have news what happens dearest Luce. Else let me die. This was your doing Luce, it had been Unpossible he should ere have known the time So truly else, but I'll take an order next time For you babbling. What's the matter father. We may Thank you for it, this was your haste that will Now shame us all, you must be doing afore your Time. 'twas but a trick of youth father, And therefore now you must e'en stand in a White sheet for all to gaze at. How, I would be loath to wear a surplice now, 'tis a Disgrace the house of the Shallows never knew. All the hope is, officers may be bribed, and so they will, 'twere a hard world for us to live in else. You say true father, if 'twere not for corruption, every poor rascal might have justice as well as one of us, and that were a shame. This was a cunning stratagem well laid, But yet Francisco thouhast not won the prize: What should I do, I must not let this cause Proceed to trial in the open Court, For then my daughter's oath will cast the child Upon Francisco: no, I have found a better, I will before the next Court day provide Some needy Parson, one whose poverty Shall make him fear no Cannons, he shall marry My daughter to rich Shallow, when 'tis done Our gold shall make a silence in the Court.
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PlayThe Heir
AuthorMay, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1622
First performance / composition (Annals)1620
First performance (BritDrama)1620
Company (BritDrama)Red Bull (Revels) Company (first)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 850 · TCP A07326 · DEEP 706
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 644–706 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 33 in this edition
Length485 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations at 0.811
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)
Sir, you are abus'd. Why ſo. The wife you goe to marry is with child, and by another. A good ieſty faith, make me beleeue that. How comes this foole poſſeſt, he neuer toucht her I dare ſweare. No more Franciſco as you will anſwere it, Parſon ſet forward there. ſtay, If this will not ſuffice, Sumner come forth. A Sumner, we are all betraid. God ſaue you all, I think you gueſſe my buſineſſe, Theſe are to cite to the ſpirituall Court You maſter Shallow, and you miſtreſſe Luce, Aske not the cauſe, for tis apparant here, A carnall copulation, ante matrimonium. This was a barre vnlookt for, ſpitefull Franciſco Iniurious Franklin, could the lawes diuine, Or humane ſuffer, ſuch an impious act, That thou ſhouldſt take my true and lawfull wife, And great with child by me, to giue t'another, Gulling his poore ſimplicity. Do you meane me Sir. Gallants Farewell, my writ ſhall be obeyd. Summer it ſhall. Ile take my leaue, theres nothing now for me to do Farewell good maſter Parſon. Franciſco canſt thou ſay thou euer louedſt my daughter, and wouldſt thou thus diſgrace her openly. No, I would win her thus, And did you hold her credit halfe ſo deare As I, or her content, you would not thus Take her from me, and thruſt her againſt her will On this rich foole. You are very bold with me Sir. Let me haue newes what happens deareſt Luce. Elſe let me die. This was your doing Luce, it had beene Vnpoſſible he ſhould ere haue knowne the time So truly elſe, but Ile take an order next time For you babling. Whats the matter father. We may Thanke you for it, this was your haſte that will Now ſhame vs all, you muſt be doing a fore your Time. Twas but a tricke of youth father, And threrefore now you muſt eene ſtand in a White ſheete for all to gaze at. How, I would be loath to weare a ſurpleſſe now, tis a Diſgrace the houſe of the Shallowes neuer knew▪ All the hope is, officers may be brib'd, and ſo they will, twere a hard world for vs to liue in elſe. You ſay true father, if twere not for corruption, euery poore raſcall might haue iuſtice as well as one of vs, and that were a ſhame. This was a cunning ſtratagem well layd, But yet Franciſco th'haſt not won the prize: What ſhould I do, I muſt not let this cauſe Proceed to tryall in the open Court, For then my daughters oath will caſt the child Vpon Franciſco: no, I haue found a better, I will before the next Court day prouide Some needy Parſon, one whoſe pouerty Shall make him feare no Cannons, he ſhall marry My daughter to rich Shallow, when tis done Ou gold ſhall make a ſilence in the Court.