Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Northern Lass · chunk 46 of 54

Brome, Richard · published 1632 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jul 29] (Annals)
comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 510 words

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

May I believe it, Good sir? may I be so happy, that my brother has her? As I have truth in me, I am most credibly told so. marry the worst is, her Uncle is so mad at their escape, that he will never give consent to the match, whereby her portion will be less. Hang him Clod. My will shall be a portion sufficient to my brother, I care not, though he give her not a penny, so Wat has the Wench. Make you no more doubt of that, than I do madam, who have upon the report of it already, prepared the Learned of the Civil Law, those that you nominated of your good acquaintance, and are forward to do you the best office, who have appointed to meet before the judge of the Archdeacon's Court presently, whither I have promised to bring, and will attend you. But the other side must be summoned by process. Sir Philip hath warning already Madame; and without needless process will be there before you, and wait your comming. So that myself and his servant, who have never been both absent from one of your companies, since your Marriage, justly deposing you never did the realest Rite of Marriage, the bed office, Madame; you both consenting, and desiring a Divorce, It is instantly granted, without any proceedings in Law. So that all will be ended in three whispers. Ods pity, look who here is. O are you here my Lady Luckless? 'twas time you found me sir; you might ha' mistaken my name else. For within this heure, I might have returned the ancient title of your friend, and Audrey Fitchow. Slow wov, where is my N? Where are your wits sir? you come upon me indeed ● What Niece? What's the matter? My Niece Constance, that your brother Widgin stole from the Doctor, and is stowne away withal. But he must not think to scape so? I may take him, and his Duck too, in my Decoy, before they be coupled, as sure as your Ladyship or your Fitchow ship, and they think yourselves. Sure the old Gentleman is fallen mad. What hath happened? The plot smells of your ladyship's policy; your Ladyships Lily white fist is foul in the business. But I will have a about at fisticuffs in Law with your Ladyship: your great acquaintance, and alliance in the Whatshical. Court Notable 〈◊〉 your power there must not carry it, my great Lady. Directly it must not. Your ●re an uncivil greasy Companion, to upbraid and revile me thus in my own house. O good Madame, hurt not yourself with anger better laugh it out. He makes me forget myself by his example. Sir you are a Commissioner for the Peace I take it. does it become a Man of your place and gravity, to fly out in these extremes? You spend too much breath in these loud notes, very hurtful to the Lungs, If you will fall into a lower Key, and speak peaceably, I will answer you.
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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 1138–1153 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 46 of 54 in this edition
Length510 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T27 — Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and patronage at 0.728
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)
May I belceue it, Good sir? may I be so happy, that my brother has her? As I haue truth in me, I am most credibly told so. Mary the worst is, her Vncle is so mad at their escape, tht hee will neuer giue consent to the match, whereby her portion will bee lesse. Hang him Clod. My will shall be a portion suficient to my brother, I care not, though hee giue her not a penny, so VVat has the Wench. Make you noe more doubt of that, then I doe Madame, who haue vpon the report of it already, prepard the Learned of the Ciuill Law, those that you nominated of your good acquaintance, and are forward to doe you the best office, who haue appointed to meet before the Iuge of the Archdeaacous Court pesenty, whither I haue promised to bring, and will attend you. But the other side must be summond by processe. Sir Phillp hath waning already Mdame; and without needlesse processe will bee there before you, and wait your coming. So that my selfe and his seruat, who haue neuer beene both absent from one of your companies, since your Mariage, iustly deposig you neer did the reallest Rite of Mariage, the bed olice, Madame; yu both consenting, and dsiring a Diuorce, It i instncly gaued, withut any proceedings i Law. So that all will be euded in three whispers. Ods pitty, looke who here is. O are you here my Lady Lu kiesse? Twas time you found me sir; you might ha'mistaken my name else. Fr withi this heure, mght haue retu'd the ancient title of your friend, and Awdery Ftchow. Slow wov, where is my N? Where are your wits si? you come vpon me inded What Neece? What's the matter? My Neece Censtance, that your brother Widgie stole from the Doctor, and is stowne away witha. But hee must not thinke to scape so? I may take him, and his Duck too, in my Dcoy, before they be coupled, as sure as your Ladiship or your Fitchow ship, and they thinke your selues. Sure the old Gentleman is fallen mad. What hath happend? The plot smels of your Ladiships policy; you Ladiships Lilly white fist is tule in te busines. But I will haue a butat sisticuffs in Law with your Ladyship: your great acquainnce, and alliance in the Whatshical. Court Nob our there must not cary it, my great Lady. Directly it must not. Your re an vnciuill greasie Copanion, to vpbraid and reuile me thus in my owne house. O good Madarne, hurt not your selfe with anger better laugh it out. Hee makes me forget my selfe by his example. Sir you are a Commissioner for the Peace I take it. Do's it become a Mn of you place and grauity, to fly out in these extreames? You spend too much breath in these lowd noates, very hurtfull to the Lungs, If you will fall into a lower Key, and speake peaceably, I will answere you.