Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Love's Sacrifice · chunk 6 of 41

Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1632 [1632-1633] (Annals)
tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.87 · 529 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.

'Tis well, the time has been when your smooth tongue Would not have mocked my griefs, and had I been more Chary of mine honour, you had still been lowly as you were. Lowly? why I am sure I cannot be much more lowly Than I am to thee, thou bring'st me on my bare knees Wench, twice in every four and twenty hours, besides Half turns instead of Bevers; what must we next Do, sweetheart? Break vows on your side, I expect no other, But every day look when some newer choice May violate your honour and my trust. Indeed forsooth, how they by that la, I hope I neglect No opportunity to your Nunquam satis, to be called In question for; go, thou art as fretting as an old Grogrum, by this hand I love thee for't, it becomes thee So prettily to be angry: well, if thou shouldst die, Farewell all love with me for ever: go, I'll meet Thee soon in thy Ladies back lobby, I will, wench, Look for me. But shall I be resolved you will be mine? All thine; I will reserve my best ability, My heart, my honour, only to thee, only to thee: Pity of my blood away, I hear company Coming on: remember soon I am all thine, I will live perpetually only to thee, away.— 'Sfoot I wonder about what time of the year I was begot; sure it was when the Moon was In conjunction, and all the other Planets Drunk at a morris-dance: I am haunted Above patience, my mind is not as infinite to do, As my occasions are proffered of doing: Chastity! I am An Eunuch, if I think there be any such thing; or If there be, 'tis amongst us men, for I never found it In a woman, throughly tempted, yet: I have a shrewd hard Task coming on, but let it pass: who comes now? My Lord, the Duke's friend! I will strive to be inward with Him, my Noble Lord Fernando. My Lord Ferentes, I should change some words Of consequence with you; but since I am, For this time, busied in more serious thoughts, I'll pick some fitter opportunity. I will wait your pleasure, my Lord,— Good day to Your Lordship.——— Traitor to friendship, whither shall I run, That lost to reason cannot sway the float Of the unruly faction in my blood? The Duchess, oh the Duchess! in her smiles Are all my joys abstracted; death to my thoughts, My other plague comes to me. My Lord Fernando, what, so hard at study? You are a kind companion to yourself, That love to be alone so. Madam, no; I rather chose this leisure to admire The glories of this little world, the Court, Where like so many stars on several thrones, Beauty and greatness shine in proper Orbs, Sweet matter for my meditation. So, so, Sir, (leave us Iulia) your own proof By travel and prompt observation, Instruct you how to place the use of speech; But since you are at leisure, pray let's sit; we'll pass the time a little in discourse: What have you seen abroad?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayLove's Sacrifice
AuthorFord, John
Publication year (edition)1633
First performance / composition (Annals)1632 [1632-1633]
First performance (BritDrama)1632 [1626-1633]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeProfessional;Adult Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1001 · TCP A01056 · DEEP 815
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 312–375 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 41 in this edition
Length529 words · 701 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.866 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
'Tis well, the time has bin when your smooth tongue Would not haue mock'd my griefes, and had I bin more Chary of mine honor, you had still bin lowly as you were. Lowly? why I am sure I cannot be much more lowly Then I am to thee, thou bring'st me on my bare knees Wench, twice in euery foure and twenty houres, besides Halfe turnes instead of Beuers; what must we next Doe, sweet-heart? Breake vowes on your side, I expect no other, But euery day looke when some newer choice May violate your honour and my trust. Indeed forsooth, how hey by that la, I hope I neglect No opportunity to your Nunquam satis, to be call'd In question for; goe, thou art as fretting as an old Grogrum, by this hand I loue thee for't, it becomes thee So prettily to be angry: well, if thou should'st dye, Farewell all loue with me for euer: goe, I'le meet Thee soone in thy Ladies backe lobby, I will, wench, Looke for me. But shall I be resolu'd you will be mine? All thine; I will reserue my best ability, My heart, my honour, onely to thee, onely to thee: Pitty of my blood away, I heare company Comming on: remember soone I am all thine, I will liue perpetually onely to thee, away.— S'foot I wonder about what time of the yeare I was begot; sure it was when the Moone was In coniunction, and all the other Planets Drunke at a Morrice-dance: I am haunted Aboue patience, my mind is not as infinite to doe, As my occasions are proffered of doing: Chastity! I am An Eunuch, if I think there be any such thing; or If there be, 'tis amongst vs men, for I neuer found it In a woman, throughly tempted, yet: I haue a shrewd hard Taske comming on, but let it passe: who comes now? My Lord, the Dukes friend! I will striue to be inward with Him, my Noble Lord Fernando. My Lord Ferentes, I should change some words Of consequence wi you; but since I am, For this time, busied in more serious thoughts, I'le picke some fitter opportunity. I will wait your pleasure, my Lord,—Good day to Your Lordship.——— Traytor to friendship, whither shall I runne, That lost to reason cannot sway the float Of the vnruly faction in my bloud? The Dutchesse, oh the Dutchesse! in her smiles Are all my ioyes abstracted; death to my thoughts, My other plague comes to me. My Lord Fernando, what, so hard at study? You are a kind companion to your selfe, That loue to be alone so. Madam, no; I rather chose this leasure to admire The glories of this little world, the Court, Where like so many starres on seuerall thrones, Beauty and greatnesse shine in proper Orbes, Sweet matter for my meditation. So, so, Sir, (leaue vs Iulia) your owne proofe By trauell and prompt obseruation, Instruct you how to place the vse of speech; But since you are at leisure, pray let's sit; Wee'll passe the time a little in discourse: What haue you seene abroad?