Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Marriage of Wit and Science · chunk 16 of 22

Anonymous · published 1570 · first performed or written 1568 [before 1569] (Annals)
moral · Children of Paul's (first)(?)
unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 498 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.

This gentle news of good Will, are come to make you sound, They know which way to salve your sore, and how to cure your wound Good sir be ruled by her then, and pluck your spirit to you: There is no doubt, but you shall found, your loving lady true. Ah Will art thou alive, that doth my heart some ease, The sight of the sweet boy, my sorrows doth appease: How hast thou scaped, what fortune the befell? It was no trusting to my hands, my heels did serve me well I ran with open mouth, to cry for help amain, And as good fortune would, I hit upon these twain. I thank both thee and them, what will ye have me do. To rise and dance a little space with us two? What then. That done, repair again to Study and Instruction, Take better hold by their advise, your foe to set upon. Can any recompense recover this my fall? My life to yours it may be mended all. Speak Will. I have no doubt sir it shallbe as you would wish. But yet this repulse of mine, they will lay in my dish. No man shall let them know thereof, unless yourself do it. On that condition a god's name, fall we to it. Nay stand we to it, and let us fall no more. Will dancing serve, and I will dance until my bones be sore, Pipe us up a Galliard minstrel, to begin, Let will call for dances, one after an other. Come Damsel in good faith and let me have you in. Let him practise in dancing all things to make himself brethles. Enough at once, now leave, and let us part. This exercise hath done me good, even to the very heart. Let us be bold with you more acquaintance to take And dance a round, yet once more for my sake, Enough is enough, farewell, and at your need: Use my acquaintance if it may stand you in steed. Right worthy Damsels both, I know you seek no gains, In recompense of this desert your undeserved pains. But look what other thing my service may devise, To show my thankful heart in any enterprise. Be ye as bold therewith, as I am bold on you, And thus with hearty thanks, I take my leave as now. Farewell friend wit, and since you are relieved, Think not upon your foil, whereat you were so grieved. But take your heart to you, and give attempt once more: I warrant you to speed, much better than before. One dance for the and me, my boy come on. Dance you sir if you please, and I will look upon. This gear doth make me sweat, and breathe a pace. Sir ease your yourself a while, hear is a resting place. Home Will and make my bed, for I will take a nap. Sure and it please your mastership here in my Dame's lap.
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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 791–840 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 22 in this edition
Length498 words · 621 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T48 — Addressing a lady: love, desire and intimacy at 0.678
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)
This gentil newes of good Will, are come to make you sound, They know which way to salue your sore, and how to cure your woūd Good sir be ruled by her then, ad pluck your spirite to you: There is no doubt, but you shall find, your louing lady true. Ah Wyll art thou aliue, that doth my hart some ease, The sight of the swete boy, my sorowes doth appeace: How hast thou scapte, what fortune the befell? It was no trusting to my handes, my héeles did serue me wel I ran wyth open mouth, to crye for helpe amayne, And as good fortune would, I hit vpon these twayne. I thanke both thee and them, what wyll ye haue me do. To ryse and daunce a litle space with vs two? What then. That done, repayre agayne to Studie and Instruction, Take better hould by their aduise, your foe to set vpon. Can any recompence recouer this my fall? My life to yours it may be mended all. Speake Wyll. I haue no doubt sir it shalbe as you would wishe. But yet this repulse of myne, they wyll lay in my dishe. No man shall let them know therof, vnlesse your selfe do it. On that condicion a gods name, fall we to it. Naye stande we to it, and let vs fall no more. Will daunsig serue, and I will daunce vntil my bones be sore, Pype vs vp a Galiard mynstrel, to begynne, Let vvill call for daunces, one after an other. Come Damsell in good fayth and let me haue you in Let him practise in daunsing al things to make himselfe brethles. Enough at once, now léeue, and let vs part. This exrcise hath done me good, euen to the very hart. Let vs be bould with you more acquaintaunce to take And daunce a round, yet once more for my sake, Enouge is enoughe, farewel, and at your néede: Use my acquaintaunce if it may stande you in stéede. Right worthy Damsels both, I knowe you seke no gaynes, In recompence of this desert your vndeserued paynes. But loke what other thinge my seruice maye deuise, To shewe my thankefull harte in any enterprise. Be ye as bolde therwyth, as I am bold on you, And thus wyth hartye thankes, I take my leaue as nowe. Farewell frend Witte, and since you are relieued, Thynke not vpon your foyle, whereat you were so grieued. But take your hart to you, and giue attempte once more: I warrant you to spéede, much better then before. One daunce for the and mee, my boye come on. Daunce you sir if you please, and I wil loke vpon. This geare doth make me sweate, and breath a pace. Sir ease your selse a whyle, heare is a restinge place. Home Will and make my bedde, for I will take a nappe. Sure and it please youre mastership here in my Dames lap.