Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Heir · chunk 28 of 33

May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals)
comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first)
unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 509 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.

Come afore the Constable. Sirrah, sirrah, you would have scaped Would you, no sirrah you shall know the king's Officers have eyes to hear such rogues as you, Come sirrah, confess who it was you poisoned, he Looks like a notable rogue. I do not like His looks. nor I. You would deny it Would you sirrah, we shall sift you, Alas master I cannot now deny what I have said You over heard me, I poisoned Eugenio son to Lord Polimetes. Oh rascal. my Young Landlord. Let him alone, the law Shall punish him, but sirrah where did you poison Him. About a day's journey hence, as he was Coming hom from Athens I met him, and Poisoned him. But sirrah who set you a work Confess, I shall find out the whole nest of their Rogues, speak. Count Virro hired me to do it. Oh lying Rascal. Nay he that will steal will lie. I'll believe nothing he says. Be lie a man of worship. A noble man Away with him, I'll hear no more, remit him to Prison; Sirrah, you shall hear of these things Tomorrow, where you would be loath to hear 'em. Come let's go. I'll take your counsel Sir, I'll not be seen in't, but meet you when 'tis done, you'll marry them. Fear not that Sir, I'll do the deed. I shall rest thankful to you, till then I'll leave you. I pray father leave us, we know how to behave ourselves alone, methinks Luce we are too many by two yet. You are merry Sir. Now they are sure or never, poor Francisco Thou metst thy match, when thou durst undertake To overreach me with tricks, where's now your Sumner? Fore heaven I cannot but applaud my brain, To take my daughter even against her will, And great with child by another, her shame published, She cited to the Court, and yet bestow her On such a fortune as rich Shallow is, Nay that which is the Masterpiece of all, Make him believe 'tis his, though he ne'er touched her, If men ne'er met with crosses in the world, There were no difference 'twixt the wise and fools, but I'll go meet 'em, when 'tis done, I fear not. Nay fret not now, you have been worse abused If you had married her, she never loved you. I ever scorned thy folly and hated thee, though Sometimes afore my father I would make an Ass Of thee. Oh women, monstrous women, Little does her father know who has married her. Yes, he knows the Parson married me, And you can witness that. And he shall know the Parson will lie with her. Well Parson, I will be revenged on all thy coat, I will not plough an Acre of ground for you to tithe, I'll rather pasture my neighbour's cattle For nothing. Oh be more charitable Sir, bid God give 'em joy. I care not greatly if I do, he is not the first Parson that has taken a gentleman's leavings.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 1655–1726 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 33 in this edition
Length509 words · 672 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T30 — Constables, justices and the watch at 0.841
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)
Come afore the Conſtable. Sirrah, ſirrah, you would haue ſcap'd Would you, no ſirrah you ſhall know the Kings Officers haue eyes to heare ſuch roagues as you, Come ſirrah, confeſſe who it was you poiſon'd, he Lookes like a notable roague. I dooe not like His lookes. nor I. You would deny it Would you ſirra, we ſhall ſift you, Alas maſter I cannot now deny what I have ſaid You ouer heard me, I poiſoned Eugenio ſonne to Lord Polimetes. Oh raſcall. my Young Landlord. Let him alone, the law Shall puniſh him, but ſirra where did you poiſon Him. About a dayes iourney hence, as he was Comming hom from Athens I met him, and Poiſoned him. But ſirrah who ſet you a worke Confeſſe, I ſhall finde out the whole ne of there Rogues, ſpeake. Count Virro hired me to do it. Oh lying Raſcall. Nay he that will ſteale will lye. Ile beleeue nothing he ſayes. Be lye a man of worſhip. A noble man Away with him, Ile heare no more, remit him to Priſon; Sirrah, you ſhall heare of theſe things To morrow, where you would be loath to heare vm. Come lets goe. ILe take your counſell Sir, Ile not be ſeene in't, but meete you when tis done, youle marry them. Feare not that Sir, Ile doe the deede. I ſhall reſt thankfull to you, till then Ile leaue you. I pray father leaue vs, wee know how to behaue our ſelues alone, mee thinkes Luce wee are too many by two yet. You are merry Sir. Now they are ſure or neuer, poore Franciſco Thou metſt thy match, when thou durſt vndertake To ouerreach me with tricks, wher's now your Sumner? Fore heauen I cannot but applaud my braine, To take my daughter euen againſt her will, And great with child by another, her ſhame publiſht, She cited to the Court, and yet beſtow her On ſuch a fortune as rich Shallow is, Nay that which is the Maſter-peece of all, Make him beleeue 'tis his, though he nere toucht her, If men nere met with croſſes in the world, There were no difference twixt the wiſe and fooles, ile goe meete vm, when tis done, I feare not. Nay fret not now, you haue beene worſe abuſd If you had married her, ſhe neuer lou'd you. I euer ſcorn'd thy folly and hated thee, though Sometimes afore my father I would make an Aſſe Of thee. Oh women, monſtrous women, Little does her father know who has married her. Yes, he knowes the Parſon married me, And you can witneſſe that. And he ſhall know the Parſon will lye with her. Well Parſon, I will be reuenged on all thy coate, I will not plough an Acre of ground for you to Tyth, Ile rather paſture my neighbours cattle For nothing. Oh be more charitable Sir, bid God giue vm ioy. I care not greatly if I do, he is not the firſt Parſon that has taken a gentlemans leauings.