Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Northern Lass · chunk 48 of 54

Brome, Richard · published 1632 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Jul 29] (Annals)
comedy · King's Men · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 497 words

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

O at first, she was the prettiliest mad that ere you saw. You yourself can not devise to be so mad, as she was. I thank you sir. And all for sir Philip, she would love none but sir Philip, speak to none but sir Philip. I told her I was sir Philip, (ah God a mercy Humphrey: that was thy invention.) Then the little Viper hang upon me, not to be shaked off, till I promised her Marriage, and to father a Child, which, in her distraction, she conceited she had by me. I promised her any thing; so took her into an inner too me, to make all sure, as well within as without; and I so filliped her— Enough brother, no more. I understand you. But I must have more, and shall never have enough on't. It passeth your understanding and mine too, the delight of it. Oh what a delight she gave me. And how light I am after 〈◊〉 Heigh. My pretty sweet Rascal. Enough I say. You do not love to hear on't, because you lack it. But you shall hear the Miracle it wrought sister. The loss of her Maiden head recovered her wits. I made her right and straight in an instant. And now she loves me in my own person; knows me for a widgeon, and will not give her What for the best sir Philip of them all. And longs for nothing but the Priest and Bed time. Ha my sweeter and sweeter I My governor's gone for a Licence. So, ha' you done now? I'll undertake— Yet again. That Humphrey, and I with the tricks and trinkets, we have about us will cure all the mad Maids of her standing in the Town. And do not think, but much may be gotten to profess it. You have made a large relation Master widgeon, and a pleasant, I doubt not. Oh I could live and die in this discourse sir. Lady do you think of the time? I will instantly along with you. Hewdee come you with me. Brother, the search hath passed this house already. You any go in with your Sweetheart, and stay here safely. Go in, and keep close, till I send to meet me at Supper. In and in sister, and be close enough, fear not— Now sir when you please. I am your fervent Lady— Mistress, I will go no further in this business, than you have limited me in your directions: 'twill be revenge enough for my disgrace to make him see his error. Therefore be discreet and secret. The disguise he is in I have told you. The place is this. At the door you shall leave me. The hour 7 o'clock. Mistress, I will not watch more truly at Midnight, than I will pray for you for this Discovery. I will instantly call my privy-search, guard, and catch a bird, of justice in the lime-twigs of his own Warrant.—
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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 1181–1201 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 48 of 54 in this edition
Length497 words · 630 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants at 0.750
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)
O at first, shee was the prettiliest mad that ere you saw. You your selfe can not deuise to be so mad, as shee was. I thanke you sir. And all for sir Phillip, shee would loue none but sir Phillip, speake to none but sir Phillip. I told her I was sir Phillip, (ah God a mercy Humfrey: that was thy inuention.) Then the litle Vipr hang vpon me, not to be shak'd off, til I promis'd her Mariage, and to father a Child, which, in her distraction, shee conceited shee had by me. I promis'd her any thing; so tooke her into an inner too me, to make all sure, as well within as without; and I so phillipt her— Enough brother, no more. I vnderstand you. But I must haue more, and shall neuer haue enough on't. It passeth your vnderstanding and mine too, the delight of it. Oh what a delight shee gaue me. And how light I am after Heigh. My pretty sweet Rascall. Enough I say. You doe not loue to heare on't, because you lack it. But you shall heare the Miracle it wrought sister. The losse of her Mayden head recouerd her wits. I made her right and streight in an instant. And now shee loues me in my owne person; knowes me for a Widgine, and will not giue her Wat for the best sir Philip of them all. And longs for nothing but the Priest and Bed time. Ha my sweeter and sweeter I My Gouernour's gone sor a Licence. So, ha you done now? Ile vndertake— Yet againe. That Humfrey, and I with the tricks and trinkets, wee haue about vs will cure all the mad Maids of her standing in the Tovvne. And doe not thinke, but much may be gotten to professe it. You haue made a large relation Master Widgine, and a pleasant, I doubt not. Oh I could liue and dye in this discourse sir. Lady doe you thinke of the time? I will instantly along vvith you. Hewdee come you vvith me. Brother, the search hath past this house already. You any goe in vvith your Svveet-heart, and stay here safely. Goe in, and keepe close, till I send to meet me at Supper. In and in sister, and be close enough, seare not— Now sir when you please. I am your seruent Lady— Mistri, I will goe no further in this businesse, then you haue limed me in your directions: 'twill be revenge enough for my disgrace to make him see his error. Therefore be discreet and secret. The disguise hee is in I haue told you. The place is this. At the dore you shall leaue me. The houre 7 a clock. Mistris, I will not watch more truly at Midnight, then I will pray for you for this Liscuery. I will instantly call my priuy-search, guard, and catch a bird, of Iustice in the lime-twigs of his owne Warrant.—