Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Fatal Dowry · chunk 13 of 42

Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 510 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

Hark, the Court's broke up. Go help my old Lord out of his caroche, and scratch his head till dinner time. Well. Fie Madam, how you walk! By my maidenhead you look 7 years older than you did this morning: why, there can be nothing under the Sun valuable, to make you thus a minute. Ah my sweet Bellapert thou Cabinet To all my counsels, thou dost know the cause That makes thy Lady wither thus in youth. ud'slight, enjoy your wishes: whilst I live, One way or other you shall crown your will. Would you have him your husband that you love, And can't not be? he is your servant though, And may perform the office of a husband. But there is honour, wench. Such a disease There is in deed, for which ere I would die.— Prithee, distinguish me a maid & wife. Faith, Madam, one may bear any man's children, Tother must bear no man's. What is a husband? Physic, that tumbling in your belly, will make you sick i'th' stomach: the only distinction betwixt a husband and a servant is: the first will lie with you, when he please; the last shall lie with you when you please. Pray tell me, Lady, do you love, to marry after, or would you marry, to love after? I would meet love and marriage both at once. Why then you are out of the fashion, and willbe contemned: for (I'll assure you) there are few women i'th' world, but either they have married first, and love after, or love first, and married after: you must do as you may, not as you would: your father's will is the Goal you must fly to if a husband approach you, you would have further off, is he your love? the less near you. A husband in these days is but a cloak to be oftener laid upon your bed, then in your bed. Humpe. Sometimes you may wear him on your shoulder, now and then under your arm: but seldom or never let him cover you: for 'tis not the fashion. Best day to nature's curiosity, Star of Dijon, the lustre of all France, Perpetual spring dwell on thy rosy cheeks, Whose breath is perfume to our Continent, See Flora turned in her varieties. Oh divine Lord! No autumn, nor no age ever approach This heavenly piece, which nature having wrought, She lost her needle and did then despair, Ever to work so lively and so fair. Uds light, my Lord, one of the purls of your band is (without all discipline fall'n) out of his rank. How? I would not for a 1000 crowns she had seen't. Dear Liladam, reform it. Oh Lord: Per se, Lord, quintessence of honour, she walks not under a weed that could deny thee any thing. Prithee peace, wench, thou dost but blow the fire, that flames too much already. By gad, my Lord, you have the divinest tailor of Christendom; he hath made you look like an Angel in your cloth of Tissue doublet.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Fatal Dowry
AuthorField, Nathan / Massinger, Philip
Publication year (edition)1632
First performance / composition (Annals)1619 [1617-1619]
First performance (BritDrama)1619 [1616-1620]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
TheaterBlackfriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 982 · TCP A07251 · DEEP 794
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 795–833 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 42 in this edition
Length510 words · 687 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.784
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)
Harke, the Court's broke vp. Goe helpe my old Lord out of his Caroch, and scratch his head till dinner time Well. Fy Madam, how you walke! By my mayden-head you looke 7 yeeres older then you did this morning: why, there can be nothing vnder the Sunne valuable, to make you thus a minute. Ah my sweete Bellapert thou Cabinet To all my counsels, thou dost know the cause That makes thy Lady wither thus in youth. Vd'd-light, enioy your wishes: whilst I liue, One way or other you shall crowne your will. Would you haue him your husband that you loue, And can't not bee? he is your seruant though, And may performe the office of a husband. But there is honor, wench. Such a disease There is in deed, for which ere I would dy. — Prethee, distinguish me a mayd & wife. Faith, Madam, one may beare any mans children, Tother must beare no mans. What is a husband? Physicke, that tumbling in your belly, will make you sicke ith' stomacke: the onely distinction betwixt a husband and a seruant is: the first will lye with you, when hee please; the last shall lye with you when you please. Pray tell me, Lady, do you loue, to marry after, or would you marry, to loue after? I would meete loue and marriage both at once. Why then you are out of the fashion, and wilbe contemn'd: for (Ile assue you) there are few women i'th world, but either they haue married first, and loue after, or loue first, and marryed after: you must do as you may, not as you would: your fathers will is the Goale you must fly to if a husband approch you, you would haue further off, is he your loue? the lesse neere you. A husband in these dayes is but a cloake to bee oftner layde vpon your bed, then in your bed. Humpe. Sometimes you may weare him on your shoulder, now and then vnder your arme: but seldome or neuer let him couer you: for 'tis not the fashion. Best day to natures curiosity, Starre of Dijum, the lustre of all France, Perpetuall pring dwell on thy rosy cheekes, Whose breath is perfume to our Continent, See Flora turn'd in her varieties. Oh diine Lord! No autumne, nor no age euer approach This heauenly piece, which nature hauing wrought, She lost her needle and did then despaire, Euer to worke so liuely and so faire. Vds light, my Lord, one of the purles of your band is (without all discipline falne) out of his ranke. How? I would not for a 1000 crownes she had seen't. Deare Liladam, reforme it. Oh Lord: Per se, Lord, quintessence of honour, shee walkes not vnder a weede that could deny thee any thing. Prethy peace, wench, thou dost but blow the fire, that flames too much already. By gad, my Lord, you haue the diuinest Taylor of Christendome; he hath made you looke like an Angell in your cloth of Tissue doublet.