Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

A Chaste Maid in Cheapside · chunk 15 of 34

Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals)
comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan
T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.82 · 484 words

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

Heart, hark you Knight, Here's no inconscionable villainy, Set me a work to make the Wedding Ring, And come with an intent to steal my Daughter, Did ever runaway match it? This your Brother Sir? He can tell that as well as I. The very Poesy mocks me to my face, Love that's wise, blinds parents' eyes, I thank your wisdom Sir for blinding of us, We have good hope to recover our sight shortly, In the mean time I will lock up this baggage, As carefully as my Gold, she shall see as little Sun If a close Room or so can keep her from the light on't. O sweet Father, for love's sake pity me. Away. Farewell Sir, all content bless thee, And take this for comfort, Though violence keep me, thou canst lose me never, I am ever thine although we part for ever. I we shall part you minx. Your acquaintance Sir, came very lately, Yet it came too soon, I must hereafter know you for no friend, But one that I must shun like Pestilence, Or the Disease of Lust. Like enough Sir, you ha' ta'en me at the worst time for words that e'er ye picked out, faith do not wrong me Sir. Look after him and spare not, there he walks That never yet received baffling, you're blessed More than e'er I knew, go take your rest. I pardon you, you are both losers. How is't Woman, we have brought you home A Kursen Soul. ay, I thank your pains. And verily well kirsened, i'the right way, Without Idolatry or Superstition, After the pure manner of Amsterdam. Sit down good Neighbours, Nurse. At hand forsooth. Look they have all low stools They have forsooth. Bring the Child hither Nurse, how say you now Gossip, is't not a chopping Girl, so like the Father? As if it had been spit out of his Mouth, By'd, nosed, and browed as like a Girl can be, Only indeed it has the Mother's Mouth. The Mother's Mouth up and down, up and down. 'Tis a large Child, she's but a little Woman. No believe me, a very spiny Creature, but all heart, Well mettled, like the faithful to endure Her tribulation here, and raise up seed. She had a sore labour on't I warrant you, you can tell Neighbour. O she had great speed, We were afraid once, But she made us all have joyful hearts again, 'Tis a good Soul i'faith, The Midwife found her a most cheerful Daughter. 'Tis the spirit, the Sisters are all like her, O here comes the chief Gossip Neighbours. The fatness of your wishes to you all Ladies. O dear sweet gentleman, what fine words he has The fatness of our wishes. Calls us all Ladies. I promise you a fine Gentleman, and a courteous. methinks her Husband shows like a Clown to him.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayA Chaste Maid in Cheapside
AuthorMiddleton, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1630
First performance / composition (Annals)1613
First performance (BritDrama)1613
Company (BritDrama)Lady Elizabeth's Men
TheaterSwan;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 945 · TCP A07493 · DEEP 753
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 779–843 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 34 in this edition
Length484 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T32 — Rings and jewels as tokens cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.818 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Heart, harke you Knight, Here's no inconſcionable villany, Set me a worke to make the Wedding Ring, And come with an intent to ſteale my Daughter, Did euer run-a-way match it? 'This your Brother Sir? He can tell that as well as I. The verie Poeſie mockes me to my face, Loue that's wiſe, blinds Parents eyes, I thanke your wiſedome Sir for blinding of vs, We haue good hope to recouer our ſight ſhortly, In the meane time I will locke vp this baggage, As carefully as my Gold, ſhe ſhall ſee as little Sunne If a cloſe Roome or ſo can keepe her from the light on't. O ſweet Father, for Loues ſake pittie me. Away. Farewell Sir, all content bleſſe thee, And take this for comfort, Though violence keepe me, thou canſt looſe me neuer, I am euer thine although we part for euer. I we ſhall part you Minkes. Your acquaintance Sir, came verie lately, Yet it came too ſoone, I muſt here-after know you for no friend, But one that I muſt ſhun like Peſtilence, Or the Diſeaſe of Luſt. Like enough Sir, you ha' tane me at the worſt time for words that e're ye pick't out, faith doe not wrong me Sir. Looke after him and ſpare not, there he walkes That neuer yet receiued baffling, you'r bleſt More then e're I knew, goe take your reſt. I pardon you, you are both looſers. How iſt Woman, we haue brought you home A Kurſen Soule. I, I thanke your paines. And verily well kurſend, i'the right way, Without Idolatry or Superſtition, After the pure manner of Amſterdam. Sit downe good Neighbours, Nurſe. At hand forſooth. Looke they haue all low ſtooles They haue forſooth. Bring the Child hither Nurſe, how ſay you now Goſſip, iſt not a chopping Girle, ſo like the Father? As if it had beene ſpit out of his Mouth, By'd, nos'd, and brow'd as like a Girle can be, Onely indeed it has the Mothers Mouth. The Mothers Mouth vp and downe, vp and downe. 'Tis a large Child, ſhe's but a little Woman. No beleeue me, a verie ſpynie Creature, but all hart, Well metteld, like the faithfull to endure Her tribulation here, and rayſe vp ſeed. She had a ſore labour on't I warrant you, you can tell Neighbour. O ſhe had great ſpeed, We were afrayd once, But ſhe made vs all haue ioyfull hearts againe, 'Tis a good Soule I faith, The Midwife found her a moſt cheerefull Daughter. 'Tis the ſpirit, the Siſters are all like her, O here comes the chiefe Goſſip Neighbours. The fatneſſe of your wiſhes to you all Ladyes. O deer ſweet gentleman, what fine words he has The fatneſſe of our wiſhes. Calles vs all Ladyes. I promiſe you a fine Gentleman, and a courteous. Me thinkes her Husband ſhewes like a Clowne to him.