Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Broken Heart · chunk 37 of 38

Ford, John · published 1633 · first performed or written 1630 [c.1630-1633] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 499 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.

I feel no palsies: On a pair royal do I wait in death; My Sovereign, as his Liegeman; on my Mistress, As a devoted servant; and on Ithocles, As if no brave, yet no unworthy enemy: Nor did I use an engine to entrap His life, out of a slavish fear to combat Youth, strength, or cunning, but for that I durst not Engage the goodness of a cause on fortune, By which his name might have outfaced my vengeance: On Tecnicus, inspired with Phoebus' fire, I call to mind thy Augury, 'twas perfect; Revenge proves its own Executioner When feeble man is bending to his mother, The dust 'a was first framed on, thus he totters. Life's fountain is dried up. So falls the Standards Of my prerogative in being a creature: A mist hangs o'er mine eyes; the Sun's bright splendour Is clouded in an everlasting shadow: Welcome thou ice that sittest about my heart, No heat can ever thaw thee. Speech hath left him. A' has shook hands with time: his funeral urn Shall be my charge: remove the bloodless body; The Coronation must require attendance: That passed, my few days can be but one mourning. Our Orisons are heard, the gods are merciful: Now tell me, you whose loyalties pays tribute To us your lawful Sovereign, how unskilful Your duties or obedience is, to render Subjection to the Sceptre of a Virgin, Who have been ever fortunate in Princes Of masculine and stirring composition? A woman has enough to govern wisely Her own demeanours, passions, and divisions. A Nation warlike and enured to practice Of policy and labour, cannot brook A feminate authority: we therefore Command your counsel, how you may advise us In choosing of a husband whose abilities Can better guide this kingdom. Royal Lady, Your law is in your will. We have seen tokens Of constancy too lately to mistrust it. Yet if your highness settle on a choice By your own judgement both allowed and liked of, Sparta may grow in power, and proceed To an increasing height. Hold you the same mind. Alas great mistress, reason is so clouded With the thick darkness of my infinites woes That I forecast, nor dangers, hopes, or safety: Give me some corner of the world to wear out The remnant of the minutes I must number, Where I may hear no sounds, but sad complaints Of Virgins who have lost contracted partners; Of husband's howling that their wives were ravished By some untimely fate; of friends divided By churlish opposition, or of fathers Weeping upon their children's slaughtered carcases; Or daughters groaning o'er their father's hearses, And I can dwell there, and with these keep consort As musicall a their what can you looke r From an old foolish peevish doting man, But craziness of age? cousin of Argos. Madam. Were I presently To choose you for my Lord, I'll open freely What articles I would propose to treat on Before our marriage.
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PlayThe Broken Heart
AuthorFord, John
Publication year (edition)1633
First performance / composition (Annals)1630 [c.1630-1633]
First performance (BritDrama)1629 [1625-1633]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
TheaterBlackfriars;
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeProfessional;Adult Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1003 · TCP A01046 · DEEP 817
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2747–2819 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 37 of 38 in this edition
Length499 words · 664 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T53 — The crown: kingship claimed, resigned and seized at 0.759
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)
I feele no palsies: On a paire royall doe I wait in death; My Soueraigne, as his Liegeman; on my Mistresse, As a deuoted seruant; and on Ithocles, As if no braue, yet no vnworthy enemy: Nor did I vse an engine to intrap His life, out of a slauish feare to combate Youth, strength, or cunning, but for that I durst not Ingage the goodnesse of a cause on fortune, By which his name might haue out-fac'd my vengeance: Tecnicus, inspir'd with Phaebus fire, I call to mind thy Augury, 'twas perfect; Reuenge proues its owne Executioner When feeble man is bending to his mother, The dust 'a was first fram'd on, thus he totters. Life's fountaine is dry'd vp. So falls the Standards Of my prerogatiue in being a creature: A mist hangs o're mine eyes; the Sun's bright splendor Is clouded in an euerlasting shadow: Welcome thou yce that sit'st about my heart, No heat can euer thaw thee. Speech hath left him. A' has shooke hands with time: his funerall vrne Shall be my charge: remoue the bloodlesse bodie; The Coronation must require attendance: That past, my few dayes can be but one mourning. Our Orisons are heard, the gods are mercifull: Now tell me, you whose loyalties payes tribute To vs your lawfull Soueraigne, how vnskilfull Your duties or obedience is, to render Subiection to the Scepter of a Virgin, Who haue beene euer fortunate in Princes Of masculine and stirring composition? A woman has enough to gouerne wisely Her owne demeanours, passions, and diuisions. A Nation warlike and inu'd to practice Of policy and labour, cannot brooke A feminate authority: we therefore Command your counsaile, how you may aduise vs In choosing of a husband whose abilities Can better guide this kingdome. Royall Lady, Your law is in your will. We haue seene tokens Of constancy too lately to mistrust it. Yet if your highnesse setle on a choice By your owne iudgement both allow'd and lik'd of, Sparta may grow in power, and proceed To an increasing height. Hold you the same minde. Alas great mistris, reason is so clouded With the thicke darkenesse of my infinites woes That I forecast, nor dangers, hopes, or safety: Give me some corner of the world to weare out The remnant of the minutes I must number, Where I may heare no sounds, but sad complaints Of Virgins who have lost contracted partners; Of husbands howling that their wives were ravisht By some untimely fate; of friends divided By churlish opposition, or of fathers Weeping upon their childrens slaughtered carcasses; Or daughters groaning ore their fathers hearses, And I can dwell there and with these keepe consort As musicall a their what can you looke r From an old foolish peevish doting man, But crasinesse of age? Cozen of Argos. Madam. Were I presently To choose you for my Lord, Ile open freely What articles I would propose to treat on Before our marriage.