Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Rival Friends · chunk 63 of 63

Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals)
comedy · before the Court
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 500 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

You have abused me Sir, and go to the fence School with me if you dare, or else wrestle a fall with me. He give thee satisfaction my rowser My Hit-her better, nay put off these frowns; What sayst thou to my sister, and the Living? I know you have heard the news from out the cabin, And you was once a suitor to her; speak, Will that content thee? come you are not the first Has got a Parsonage with fooling Sir, I will procure it for thee, fear it not: Nay spare your Hat, it will be tedious, My thanks shall be in Oats. But Master Ieoffry. Follow Iack Loveall in. You know I was your Master today. Well put the case. Poor, and ill 'pareled. Put the case again. But now you see how strangely altered. Put the case the third time. Are you advised of that? I'll ne'er trust winking beast again for your sake, I'll tell you but so. Did you not tell me that Obrum would make me a gentleman? Obrum? Obrum? if Obrum has no better tricks than these, let Obrum keep his tricks to cool his porridge, 'sduds I looked every minute when Obrum would have put a green scarlet suit upon my back like yours, all to be daubed with spingle-spangles; and in the mean time comes my wife with a black and blue home spun of her own making. Well that same Obrum is a sembling coney catching knave, and I know what I could call you too, but for your whiniard, and your staring goggles. Stipes, no more, advance thy duller eye, Know'st thou what all those blazing stars portend? ay, ay, by'r Lady? how now? 'sduds I think forty Obrums have been here, (Master Ieoffry is that Obrum that makes gentlefolks, a tailor?) one Obrum could never have painted them thus. PEace profane rudeness; what alteration's this? What mean these bended Knees? but are these women? Am I a Convert then? so suddenly? Surely some Power greater than all that Sex Is interposed, veiled in a female outside, Else how come I so supple jointed, that Before was stiffer than the Rhodian Statue? There is an Homage due, and I must pay't Spite of my proudest nerves. Most Sacred Goddess, Behold a Penitent, that falls thus low Before your feet: as you have shown yourself More than a Mortal, in converting me, Confirm it by your Pardon; 'tis a Virtue No less deserving, and as near to miracle. And You great Monarch, that the world may know How nigh a Kin to heaven and all the Gods You are in blood and power, confute that bold Erroneous tenet, prove the Age of Wonders Still to endure. What I have promised Unto this Shepherd (as a miracle) To be performed by Obron and this tree, Do you effect; make us all gentlemen. Which one Kind ray sent from Your gracious eyes Will do, and in that confidence we rise.
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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 3664–3710 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 63 of 63 in this edition
Length500 words · 691 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.729
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)
You haue abus'd mee Sir, and goe to the fence Schoole with mee if you dare, or elſe wrſtle a fall with me. He giue thee ſatisfaction my rowſer My Hit-her better, nay put off theſe frownes; What ſay'ſt thou to my ſiſter, and the Living? I know you haue heard the newes from out the Cabbin, And you was once a Suitour to her; ſpeake, Will that content thee? come you are not the firſt Has got a Parſonage with fooling Sir, I will procure it for thee, feare it not: Nay ſpare your Hatt, it will be tedious, My thankes ſhall be in Oates. But Maſter Ieoffry. Follow Iack Loveall in. You know I was your Maſter to day. Well put the caſe. Poore, and ill parell'd. Put the caſe againe. But now you ſee how ſtrangely altered. Put the caſe the third time. Are you avis'd of that? I'le n'ere truſt winking beaſt againe for your ſake, I'le tell you but ſo. Did you not tell mee that Obrum would make me a gentleman? Obrum? Obrum? if Obrum has no better tricks then theſe, let Obrum keepe his tricks to coole his porredge, 'sduds I look'd euery minute when Obrum would haue put a greene ſcarlet ſuite vpon my backe like your's, all to bee dawb'd with ſpingle ſpangles; and in the meane time comes my wife with a blacke and blew home ſpun of her owne making. Well that ſame Obrum is a ſembling cony catching knaue, and I know what I could call you too, but for your whiniard, and your ſtaring goggles. Stipes, no more, advaunce thy duller eye, Know'ſt thou what all thoſe blazing ſtars portend? I, I, by'r Lady? how now? 'sduds I thinke fourty Obrums haue beene here, (Maſter Ieoffry is that Obrum that makes gentlefolkes, a Taylor?) one Obrum could neuer haue paynted them thus. PEace prophane rudeneſſe; what alteration's this? What meane theſe bended Knees? but are theſe women? Am a Conuert then? ſo ſuddainely? Surely ſome Power greater then all that Sex Is interpos'd, vayl'd in a femall outſide, Elſe how come I ſo ſupple ioynted, that Before was ſtiffer then the Rhodian Statue? There is an Homage due, and I muſt pay't Spite of my proudeſt nerues. Moſt Sacred Goddeſſe, Behold a Penitent, that falls thus lowe Before your feete: as you haue ſhowne your ſelfe More then a Mortall, in converting me, Confirme it by your Pardon; 'tis a Vertue No leſſe deſeruing, and as neere to miracle. And You great Monarch, that the world may know How nigh a Kin to heauen and all the Gods You are in bloud and power, confute that bold Erronious tenent, prooue the Age of Wonders Still to endure. What I have promiſed Vnto this Shepheard (as a miracle) To be perform'd by Obron and this tree, Doe you effect; make vs all gentlemen. Which one Kinde ray ſent from Your gracious eyes Will doe, and in that confidence wee riſe.