Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Rival Friends · chunk 47 of 63

Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals)
comedy · before the Court
unassigned nearest T55 Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desi · 497 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T55: fairy, fairies, oberon, mopsus, queen, land, grace, babylon, mab, thestylis.

Stipes, Stipes I say. This is another voice another face Without all question this is Fairy Ground; My man is changed. ha, ha, he. St. Stip. hi, hi, hi. A sword too? a sword too? a whiniard too? Stipes. Well I will venture to speak whate'er come on 't, but stay, I'll first say o'er the charm my Mother learned me. Be'st thou devil gentle, or be'st thou devil cursed, In the name of Saint Swithin do thy worst. There's sauce for your eels whate'er you are. Now see if I cannot shape you an answer. Come nearer to me. Are you advised of that? older and wiser, Soft fire makes sweet Malt, No haste to hang true men; come nearer quoth you? I am near enough already for the good you'll do me I doubt, Come nearer say you? No good M. Devil I am very well I thank you, go to, come nearer when you have a Sword, a Twybill? My hands are bound man. What will become of this? St'. Stip. If your feet were bound too, I'll not trust you As long as you have a Sword by your side, a Whiniard. Do but hear me. Had not you a man today called Ieoffry? Yes marry had I; what say you to that now? Nay I'll keep myself out of your clutches I warrant you. But what's become of that same Ieoffry? Become? become?' suppose I spurred you an answer, and said I know not, what can you make of that now? make me a horse-nail of that. Do you desire to know? Yes marry do I. Crack me that nut now if you be a Gentleman Devil.— I am that Ieoffry, but no servant now Of yours, but mine own man: and am become Since your departure, noble, rich, valiant, Am formed a new out of the Mint,— behold me. And this great miracle Obron the Fairy King Has wrought upon me. Oberum? Oberum? you tell me strange things. But shall I tell thee stranger things than these? ' suppose you did. And such as shall be for thy benefit?— Would you would else. Nay stare on with your goggles till Barley comes to six pence a bushel. You know your wages, some wiser than some, cry I: I'll keep far enough off you: I'll tell you but so. Go to, go to, I am a crafty colt. You know I was your servant today. Well put the case. Poor, ill apparelled. Put the case the second time. But now you see how strangely altered. Well put the case again. What will you say now to the man that shall Pet you into the same condition? Recover you from rags and Russet, and Die you in scarlet: lick that rude lump your body Into the shape, and garb o'th' court? or (once) Make you a gentleman as I am now? Would you not thank him Stipes? ha? would you not thank him?
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PlayThe Rival Friends
AuthorHausted, Peter
Publication year (edition)1632
First performance / composition (Annals)1632 [Mar 19]
First performance (BritDrama)1632 [Mar]
Theaterbefore the Court;at University;
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 983 · TCP A72254 · DEEP 795
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2591–2636 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 47 of 63 in this edition
Length497 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T55 — Fairies, fairy queens and enchanted desire at 0.755
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)
Stipes, Stipes I ſay. This is another voyce an other face Without all queſtion this is Fayrie Ground; My man is chang'd. ha, ha, he. St. Stip. hi, hi, hi. A ſweard too? a ſweard too? a whiniard too? Stipes. Well I will venture to ſpeake what ere come on 't, but ſtay, I'le firſt ſay o're the charme my Mother learnt me. Beeſt thou deuill gentle, or beeſt thou deuill curſt, In the name of Saint Swithin doe thy worſt. There's ſauce for your Ecles what e're you are. Now ſee if I cannot ſhape you an anſwere. Come nearer to mee. Are you auis'd of that? older and wiſer, Soft fire makes ſweet Mault, No haſt to hang true men; come nearer quoth you? I am neare enough already for the good you'le doe me I doubt, Come nearer ſay you? No good M. Deuill I am very wel I thank you, goe to, come nearer when you haue a Sweard, a Twybill? My hands are bound man. What wil becom of this? St'. Stip. If your feet were bound too, I'le not truſt you As long as you haue a Sweard by your ſide, a Whiniard. Do but heare me. Had not you a man to day call'd Ieoffry? Yes marry had I; what ſay you to that now? Nay I'le keepe my ſelfe out of your clouches I warrant you. But what's become of that ſame Ieoffry? Become? become? 'ſpoſe I ſpurd you an anſwere, and ſaid I know not, what can you make of that now? make mee a horſenaile of that. Doe you deſire to know? Yes marry doe I. Crack mee that nut now if you be a Gentleman Deuill.— I am that Ieoffry, but no ſeruant now Of your's, but mine owne man: and am become Since your departure, noble, rich, valiant, Am form'd a new out of the Mint, —behold me. And this great miracle Obron the Fayry King Has wrought vpon me. Oberum? Oberum? you tell me ſtrange things. But ſhal I tel thee ſtranger things thē theſe? 'Spoſe you did. And ſuch as ſhall be for thy benefit?— Would you would elſe. Nay ſtare on with your gogles till Barly comes to ſix pence a buſhell. You know your wages, ſome wiſer then ſome, cry I: I'le keepe farre enough off you: I'le tell you but ſo. Goe to, goe to, I am a crafty colt. You know I vvas your ſeruant to day. Well put the caſe. Poore, ill apparelled. Put the caſe the ſecond time. But now you ſee how ſtrangely altered. Well put the caſe againe. VVhat vvill you ſay now to the man that ſhall Pet you into the ſame condition? Recouer you from rag's and Ruſſet, and Dye you in ſcarlet: lick that rude lump your body Into the ſhape, and garbe o'th court? or (once) Make you a gentleman as I am now? Would you not thanke him Stipes? ha? would you not thanke him?