Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Marriage of Wit and Science · chunk 8 of 22

Anonymous · published 1570 · first performed or written 1568 [before 1569] (Annals)
moral · Children of Paul's (first)(?)
unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 512 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.

I have not hard a meyssage more trymlee done, Nor I, what age art thou of my good son, Between eleven and xii, Madam more or less. He hath been instructed this errand as I guess. How old is the gentleman thy master canst thou tell? seventeen or there about I wot not very well. What stature of what making what kind of port bears he Such as your Ladyshipe can not mislike trust me. Well grown, well made, a stripling clean and tall, Well favoured, somewhat black and manly therewithal, And that you may conceive his parsonage the better, Lo hear of him the vearye shape and lively picture, This hath he sent to you to view and to behold, I dare avouch no joint therein no jote to be controlled, In good faith I thank thy master with my heart, I perceive that nature in him, hath done her part. Farther, if it please your honour to know: My master would be glad to run ride or go, At your commandment to any place far or near, To have but a sight of your Ladyship there, I beseech you appoint him the place and the hour, You shall see how readily to you he will scour. Do so. You in any wise daughter, for here you me, He seemeth a right worthy and trim young man to be. Commend me then to Wit, and let him understand, That I accept with all my heart this present at his hand, And that I would be glad, when he doth see his time, To hear and see him face to face, within this house of mine Then may he break his mind and talk with me his fill, Till then adieu both he and thou mine own sweet little William. Ah flattering Queen, how neatly she can talk How minionly she trips, how sadly she can walk Well wanton yet beware that ye be sound and sure, Fair words are wont often times, fair women to allure, Now must I get me home and make report of this: To him that thinks it long, till my return I wis. Sayest thou me so boy, will she have me in deed Be of good cheer sir I warrant you to speed Did both her parents speak well to her of me. As heart can think go on and you shall see, How took she the picture, how liketh she my person. She never had done toting and looking thereon. And must I come to talk with her my fill. When soever you please, and as often as you william. O my sweat boy, how shall I recompense, Thy faithful heart and painful diligence, My hope, my stay, my wealth, the kaye of all my joy. I pray you sir call me your man, and not your boy, Thou shalt be what thou wilt all in all. Promise' me faithfully that if your wife brawl Or set her father to check me out of measure, You will not see me abused to their pleasure
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Marriage of Wit and Science
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1570
First performance / composition (Annals)1568 [before 1569]
First performance (BritDrama)1568 [1567-1569]
Company (BritDrama)Children of Paul's (first)(?)
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional;Boys Nonprofessional/School;
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 95 · TCP A07052 · DEEP 84
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 371–423 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 22 in this edition
Length512 words · 625 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.762
Other seedsseed 43: T5 · seed 44: T29 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I haue not harde a meyssage more trymlee done, Nor I, what age art thou of my good sonne, Betwene eleuen and xii, Madame more or lesse. He hath bene instructed this errand as I gesse. How old is the gentilman thy maister canst thou tell? Seuentene or there aboute I wote not verye well. What stature of what makyng what kynde of port beares he Such as youre Ladyshipe can not myslike trust me. Well growen, wel made, a stripling clean and taule, Wel fauored, somwhat black and manlye therewithal, And that you may conceaue hys personage the better, Lo heare of hym the vearye shape and liuely picture, Thys hath he sente to you to viewe and to behoulde, I dare aduouch no Ioynt therin no Iote to be controulde, In good fayth I thancke thy mayster with my hart, I perceyue that nature in him, hath done her part. Farther, if it please your honour to knowe: My master would be glad to runne ryde or goe, At your commaundment to any place farre or neer, To haue but a sight of your Ladyshippe there, I beseech you appoint him the place and the hower, You shal se how redyly to you he wil scoure. Do soe. Ye in any wise daugher, for heere you mee, He semeth a right worthy and trymme younge man to bee. Commend me then to Witte, and let him vnderstande, That I accept with all my hart this present at his hande, And that I would be glad, when he doth see his tyme, To heare and se him face to face, within this house of myne Then maye he breake his mind and talke with me his fyll, Tyll then adew both hee and thou myne owne swete little Will. Ah flattering Queene, how neatly she can talke How minionly she tryps, how sadlye she can walke Well wanton yet beware that ye be ound and sure, Fayre wordes are wont oft times, fayre women to allure, Nowe must I get me home and make report of this: To him that thinkes it longe, till my returne I wys. Sayst thou me so boye, will she haue me in deede Be of good cheere sir I warrant you to spede Did both her parentes speake wel to her of me. As hart can thinke go on and you shall see, How toke she the picture, how lyketh shée my person. She neuer had done toting and loking theron. And must I come to talke with her my fyll. When soeuer you please, and as oft as you will. O my sweat boy, how shall I recompence, Thy faythfull hart and painfull diligence, My hope, my stay, my wealth, the kaye of al my ioye. I praye you sir call me your man, and not your boy, Thou shalt be what thou wilt all in all. Promise me faythfully that if your wyfe brall Or set her father to checke me out of measure, You will not se me abused to their pleasure