Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Northern Lass · chunk 33 of 54

Brome, Richard · published 1632 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jul 29] (Annals)
comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars
T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.82 · 505 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

Stir but a foot sirrah, or utter but a syllable, and i'll cut your throttle pipe. I shall be carved out betwixt them. What will become of me? you, Woodcock, nynnyhammer. Have you forgot my name sister? would not Widgine become your mouth, as well? forget your natural brother's name? Can you call me sister, and see me abused thus? Foutre for sisters; I am not to meddle with another man's Wife. I am about one for myself. You mentioned her first to me. But I must be be holden to others' wits and means to compass her: or else— Do as I bid you, or— O sir she'll rend me in pieces, tear me like a Lark. Dost thou fear her or me. Do't or I— Sir, there's Master Walter can sing it rarely. So he shall sir, and so will all; but you must put us in. Begin. hay down down, &c. Sister, Wife, and all, is a present nothing to this. Come round Gentlemen▪ Keep her but off, and let me alone. He that marries a Scold, a Scold, He has most cause to be merry: For when she's in her fits, he may cherish his wits By singing hay down derry. hay down down derry down down down, &c. I cry you mercy Gallants. I apprehend you would be private. O no Master Bulfinch, you shall make one of our Council. I apprehend Gentlemen you are merrily disposed; in good sadness. Apprehend a fool's head. Come into play. ay, 〈◊〉 with him, and about again. He that marries a merry Lass, He has most cause to be ●ad; For let her go free in her merry tricks, she Will work his Patience mad. But he that marries a Scold a Scold, &c. He that weds with a Roaring Girl, that will both scratch and bite▪ Though he study all day to make her away, will be glad to please her at night. And he that copes with a sullen Wench, That scarce will speak at all, Her doggedness more than a Scold or a Whore, Will perpetrate his Gall. hay down down, &c. He that's matched with a Turtle Dove, That has no spleen about her, Shall waste so much life in the love of his wife, He were better be without her. But he that marries a Scold, a Scold, &c. O scorn upon scorn, torment upon torment. Let me rather be buried alive then bear this. 〈◊〉 She gets loose. Slaves, Rascals, get ye all out of my doors. By virtue of my nails, I charge ye. ●e not leave an Eye or a Nose amongst ye O Lord, O Lord. Come bouncing after my boys. Oh how am I wronged. Sure I did apprehend this mirth as might as could be possible the wrong way. madam, I see too much of your vexation; and indeed I suffer too much with you. As I am a Gentleman I will give you right friendly Council, if you will hear me.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Northern Lass
AuthorBrome, Richard
Publication year (edition)1632
First performance / composition (Annals)1629 [licensed for stage, Jul 29]
First performance (BritDrama)1629 [Jul]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
TheaterBlackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 981 · TCP A16924 · DEEP 793
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 823–870 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 54 in this edition
Length505 words · 695 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.819 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Stirre but a foot sirah, or vtter but a sillable, and ile cut your thratle pipe. I shall be caru'd out betwixt them. What will become of me? you, VVood-cock, Ninihammer. Haue you forgot my name sister? would not Widgin become your mouth, as wel? forget your natural brothers name? Can you call me sister, and see me abus'd thus? Foutre for sisters; I am not to medle with an other mans Wife. I am about one for my selfe. You mention'd her first to me. But I must be be holden to others wits and meanes to compasse her: or else— Doe as I bid you, or— O sir shee'll rend me in peeces, teare me like a Larke. Dost thou feare her or me. Do't or I— Sir, there's Master Waltr can sing it rarely. So he shall sir, and so will all; but you must put vs in. Beginne. Hey downe downe, &c. Sster, VVife, and al, is a present nothing to this. Come roud Gentlemen▪ Keepe her but off, and let me alone. Hee that marries a Scold, a Sold, Hee has most cause to be mrry: For when shee's n her fits, he may cherish his wits By singing hey downe derry. —Hey downe downe derry downe downe downe, &c. I cry you mercy Gallants. I apprehend you would bee priuate. O Mster Bulfinch, you shall make one of our Councll. I apprehn Genlemen you are merrily dispos'd; in good adnesse. Appeend a oles head. Come into play. I, with him, and about againe. He that marries a merry Lasse, He has most cause to be ad; For let her goe free in her merry tricks, shee Will worke his Patience mad. But he that marries a a Scold, &c. He that weds with a Roaing , that will both crat and ▪ Though he study all day to make her away, will be glad to please her at night. And he that copes with a sullen Wench, That carc will speake at ll, Her doggednesse more then a Scold or a Whore, Will perpetrte his Gall. Hey downe downe, &c. He that's matchd with a Turtle Doe, That has no spleene about her, Shall wast so much life in the loue of his wife, He were better be without her. But hee that marries a Scold, a Scold, &c. O scorne vpon scorne, torment vpon torment. Let me rather be buried aliue then beare this. Shee gets loose. Slaues, Rascals, get yee all out of my doores. By vertue of my nayles, I chag yee. e not leaue an Eye a Noe amongst yee O Lord, O Lord. Come bouncing after my boyes. Oh how am I wrong'd. Sure I apprehend this as ight as could bee possile the wrong way. Madame, I see too much of your vexation; and indeed I suffer too much with you. As I am a Gentleman I will giue you right frendly Councll, if you will heare me.