Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Heir · chunk 29 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 · 502 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.

How mean you Sir? You guess my meaning, I hope to have good luck To horseflesh now she is a parson's wife. You have lain with her then Sir. I cannot tell you that, but if you saw a woman with child without lying with a man, than perhaps I have not. Impudent Coxcomb, darest thou say that ever thou layst with me, didst thou ever so much as kiss my hand in private. These things must not be spoken of in company. Thou know'st I ever hated thee. But when you were i'th' good humour you would tell me another tale. The fool is mad, by heaven my Francisco I am wronged. Then I must change my note, sirrah, unsay What you have spoken, swear here before The Parson and myself, you never touched her, or I'll cut thy throat, it is Francisco threatens thee. I am in a sweete case, what should I doe now, h Father thinks I have lain with her, if I deny it he'll have about with me, if I say I have, this Young rogue will cut my throat. Come will you swear. I would I were fairly off, I would lose my wench with all my heart, I swear. So, now thou art free from any imputation that his tongue can stick upon thee. Well now I see 'tis done. Her's one Shall talk with you. God give you joy son I thank you father. How's this, Francisco in the parson's habit, I have married her as you bade me Sir, but this Was the truer Parson of the two, he tied the Knot and this Gentleman is our witness. I am undone, Strumpet thou hast betrayed thyself to beggary, to shame beside, and that in open Court, but take what thou hast sought, hang, beg, and starve, i'll pity thee. Good Sir. I told you what would come on't. How did your wisdom lose her? Eene as you see. I was beguiled, and so were you. Francisco take her, thou seest the portion thou art like to have. 'tis such a portion as will ever please me, but for her sake be not unnatural. Do not reject me father. But for the fault that she must answer for, or shame she should endure in Court, behold her yet an untouched Virgin, Cushion come forth, here signior Shallow, take your child unto you, make much of it, it may prove as wise as the father. This is more strange then ther, ah Luce, we Thou so subtle to deceive thyself, and me; well Take thy, 'tis thine own choice. Sir we can force no bounty from you, and therefore must rest content with what your pleasure is. Yonder he is my Lord, that's he in the Parsons Habet, he is thus disguisd about the business I told you of Lysandro, see your noble father. Welcome my long lost son from all the storms Of frowning fortune that thou hast endured Into thy father's arms.
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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 1727–1773 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 33 in this edition
Length502 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations at 0.787
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)
How meane you Sir? You gueſſe my meaning, I hope to haue good luck To horſe-fleſh now ſhe is a Parſons wife. You haue laine with her then Sir. I cannot tell you that, but if you ſaw a woman with child without lying with a man, then perhaps I haue not. Impudent Coxcombe, dareſt thou ſay that euer thou layſt with mee, didſt thou euer ſo much as kiſſe my hand in priuate. Theſe things muſt not be ſpoken of in company. Thou know'ſt I euer hated thee. But when you were i'th good humour you would tell me another tale. The foole is mad, by heauen my Franciſco I am wrong'd. Then I muſt change my note, ſirrah, vnſay What you haue ſpoken, ſweare here before The Parſon and my ſelfe, you neuer toucht her, or Ile cut thy throat, it is Franciſco threatens thee. I am in a ſweete caſe, what ſhould I doe now, h Father thinkes I haue laine with her, if I deny it Heele haue about with me, if I ſay I haue, this Young rogue will cut my throat. Come will you ſweare. I would I were fairely off, I would loſe my wench with all my heart, I ſweare. So, now thou art free from any imputation that his tongue can ſtick vpon thee. Well now I ſee tis doe. Her's one Shall with you. God giue you ioy ſonne I thanke you father. How' this, Franciſco in the Parſons habite, I haue married her as you bad me Sir, but this Was th truer Parſon of the two, he tyed the and this Gentleman is our witneſſe▪ vndone, Strumpet thou haſt betraied thy beggery, to ſhame beſide, and that in open Court, what thou haſt ſought, hang, beg, and ſtarue, ile . Good Sir. I told you what would come on't. How did your wiſedome loſe her? you ſee▪ I was beguild, and ſo were you. take her, thou ſeeſt the portion thou art like o hae. Tis ſuch a portion as will euer pleaſe for her ſake be not vnnaturall. Do not reiect me father. But for the fault were for, or ſhame ſhee ſhould endure in , behold her yet an vntoucht Virgin, Cuſhion come Shallow, take your child vnto you, make proue as wiſe as the father. This is more ſtrange then ther, ah Luce, we ſo ſubtill to deceiue thy ſelfe, and me; well , tis thine owne choiſe. Sir we can force no bounty from you, and there muſt reſt content with what your pleaſure is. he is my Lord, that's he in the Parſons thus diſguiſd about the buſineſſe I told you of Lyſandro, ſee your noble father. Welcome my long loſt ſonne from all the ſtormes Of frowning fortune that thou haſt endur'd Into thy fathers armes.