Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

A New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed · chunk 21 of 45

Heywood, Thomas / Rowley, William · published 1632 · first performed or written 1611 [1611-1614] (Annals)
comedy · Unknown
T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and typicality 0.88 · 491 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.

If you like my payment, 'tis the one half in ready Cash, the other sealed for six Months. 'Tis Merchant like and fair; George, you Observe this? Let the contents be drawn. They shall Sir. Your hazard is now all past, Sir. I rejoice at it, Sir, and shall not grudge your gains, Though multiplied to thousands. Believe me Sir, I account myself a large Gainer by you. Much good may it be to you, Sir; but one Thing at this advantage of my love to you Let me entreat. What is it, Sir? Faith my old suit, to reconcile those breaches Twist your kind son and you; Let not the love He shows unto his Uncle, be any more a bar To sunder your blessings and his duty. I would you had enjoined me some great labour Far your own love's sake, but to that my View stands fixed against; I'm deaf, of them. y, Sir, if you knew all, you would not waste your Words in so vain expense: since his last Reformation, he has flown out again, And in my sight relieved his Uncle in the Dicing house; for which, either he shallbe no Father to him, or no husband to me. Well Sir, go call my Daughter forth of the Garden, and bid her bring her Friend along With her, troth Sir, I must not leave you thus; I must needs make him your son again. Sir, I have no such thing a kin to me. Look you Sir, know you this duty? Not I Sir: he's a stranger to me: Save your Knee, I have no blessing for you. Go, go to your Uncle Sir; you know where to Find him, he's at his old haunt, he wants More money by this time; but I think the Conduit pipe is stopped from whence it ran. Did he not say, he'd beg for you, you'd best Make use of's bounty. Nay, good Sir. Sir, if your daughter cast any eye of favour upon This Unthrift restraint, he's a beggar: Mistress Iane, take heed what you do. ay, ay, be wise Mistress Iane; do not you trust To spleen and time worn to pity, you'll Not find it so; therefore good Gentlewoman Take heed. Nay then you are too impenetrable. Sir, your money shall be ready, and your bills; Other business I have none: For thee, Beg, hang, die like a slave; Such blessings ever thou from me shalt have. Well Sir, I'll follow you; and Sir, be comforted, I will not leave till I find some remorse; Mean time let not want trouble you; You shall not know it. Su, 'tis not want I feare, but want of blessing My knee was bent for; for mine Uncle's state, Which now I dare say outweighs my father's far, Confirms my hopes as rich, as with my fathers, His love excepted only. Thy Uncle's state, how for heaven's love.
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PlayA New Wonder, A Woman Never Vexed
AuthorHeywood, Thomas / Rowley, William
Publication year (edition)1632
First performance / composition (Annals)1611 [1611-1614]
First performance (BritDrama)1624 [1611-1626]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 978 · TCP A11153 · DEEP 789
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1211–1273 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 45 in this edition
Length491 words · 640 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T27 — Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and patronage cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.879 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T39 · seed 44: T37 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
If you like my payment, 'tis the one halfe in ready Cash, the other seal'd for six Monethes. 'Tis Merchant like and faire; George, you Observe this? Let the contents be drawne. They shall Sir. Your hazard is now all past, Sir. I rejoyce at it, Sir, and shall not grudge your gaines, Though multiplyed to thousands. Beleeve me Sir, I account my selfe a large Gainer by you. Much good may it be to you, Sir; but one Thing at this advantage of my love to you Let me entreate. What is it, Sir? Faith my old fuite, to reconcile those breaches Twist your kinde son and you; Let not the love He shewes unto his Vncle, be any more a bar To sunder your blessings and his duty. I would you had enjoyn'd me some great labour Far your owne loves sake, but to that my stands fixt against; I'm deafe, of them. y, Sir, if you knew all, you would not waste your Words in so vaine expence: since his last Reformation, he has flowne out againe, And in my sight relieved his Vncle in the Dicing house; for which, either he shalbe no Father to him, or no husband to me. Well Sir, go call my Daughter forth of the Garden, and bid her bring her Friend along With her, troth Sir, I must not leave you thus; I must needes make him your son againe. Sir, I have no such thing a kin to me. Looke you Sir, know you this duty? Not I Sir: hee's a stranger to me: Save your Knee, I have no blessing for you. Goe, goe to your Vncle Sir; you know where to Finde him, hee's at his old haunt, he wants More money by this time; but I thinke the Conduite pipe is stopt from whence it ran. Did he not say, hee'd beg for you, you'd best Make use of's bounty. Nay, good Sir. Sir, if your daughter cast any eye of favour upon This Vnthrift restraint, hee's a beggar: Mistris Iane, take heede what you doe. I, I, be wise Mistris Iane; doe not you trust To spleene and time worne to pitty, you'l Not finde it so; therefore good Gentlewoman Take heede. Nay then you are too impenitrable. Sir, your money shall be ready, and your bills; Other businesse I have none: For thee, Beg, hang, dye like a slave; Such blessings ever thou from me shalt have. Well Sir, I'l follow you; and Sir, be comforted, I will not leave till I finde some remorse; Meane time let not want trouble you; You shall not know it. Su, 'tis not want I feare, but want of blessing My knee was bent for; for mine Vncles state, Which now I dare say out-weighes my fathersfarre, Confirmes my hopes as rich, as with my fathers, love excepted onely. Thy Vncles state, how for heavens love.