Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Triumph of Peace · chunk 2 of 5

Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1634 [Feb 3] (Annals)
masque · before the Court
unassigned nearest T44 Drinking: wine, ale and taverns · 538 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T44: drink, wine, numps, ale, butler, pot, sing, moy, drunk, win.

I shall applaud. The Novelties. And I admire. They tumble, My skull's too narrow. Now his Fancies caper. Confidence, wait you upon Opinion, Here Admiration, there Novelty, This is a place for jollity and Laughter Fancy will dance himself too. How like you this device? 'tis handsome— but Opinion will like nothing. It seems new. 'twas bold. 'twas jocund. Did not I do the fool well? Most Admirably. Nay, and the Ladies do but take My part, and Laugh at me, I am made, ha, ha. I could wish something sir, of other nature To satisfy the present expectation. I imagine, nay, I'm not ignorant of proprieties And persons, 'tis a time of peace, i'll fit you. And instantly make you a representation Of the effect. Of peace? I like that well. And since in nothing, they are more expressed Then in good fellowship, i'll present you with a Tavern. A spick and span new Tavern. Wonderful, here was none within two minutes. No such wonder Lady, Taverns are quickly up, it is but hanging out a Bush at a Nobleman's door, or an Alderman's gate, and 'tis made instantly. will't please you Ladies to except the wine? Well said Confidence. It will be new for Ladies To go to th' Tavern, but it may be a fashion, Follow me Admiration. And the fool, I may supply the absence of your Fiddlers. If we can, let's leave Opinion behind us, Fancy will make him drunk, I am glad they are off, are these effects of peace? Corruption rather. Oh the Beggars show The benefit of peace. Their very breath Hath stifled all the Candles, poisoned the Perfumes, Beggars a fit presentment? how They cleave still to my nostril, I must tell you, I do not like such base, and sordid persons, And they become not here. I apprehend, If these distaste you, I can fit you with Persons more cleanly, What think you of Projectors? How Projectors! Here's one already. This is a jockey, He is to advance a rare, and cunning bridle Made hollow in the Iron part, wherein A vapour subtly conveyed, shall so Cool and refresh a horse, he shall ne'er tire And now he falls to his pace. This other? His habit speaks him A Country fellow, that has sold his acres To purchase him a flail, which by the motion Of a quaint wheel, shall without help of hands, Thresh Corn all day, and now he lays about him. This with a face Philosophical and beard, Hath with the study of twenty years, found out A lamp, which placed beneath a furnace, shall Boil Beef so thoroughly, that the very steam Of the first Vessel, shall alone be able To make another Pot above seethe over. A most Scholastic project; his feet follow The motions of his brain. But what thing's this? A chimaera out of Rabelais? A new project, A Case to walk you all day under water. So vast for the necessity of air, Which, with an artificial bellows cooled Under each arm, is kept still from corruption, with those glass eyes, he sees, and can fetch up Gold, or whatever jewels ha' been lost, In any River of the World.
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PlayThe Triumph of Peace
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1633
First performance / composition (Annals)1634 [Feb 3]
First performance (BritDrama)1634 [Feb 3]
Theaterbefore the Court;Whitehall;
Genre (British Drama)masque
Play typeOccasional;Nonprofessional;University/Inns of Court
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1012 · TCP B07101 · DEEP 826
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 91–179 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 5 in this edition
Length538 words · 726 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T44 — Drinking: wine, ale and taverns at 0.674
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 ſhall applaud. The Novelties. And I admire. They tumble, My skull's too narrow. Now his Phanſies caper. Confidence, waite you upon Opinion, Here Admiration, there Novelty, This is a place for Iollity and Laughter Phanſie will dance himſelfe too. How like you this deuice? Tis hanſome—but Opinion will like nothing. It ſeemes new. Twas bold. Twas Iocund. Did not I doe the foole well? Moſt Admirably. Nay, and the Ladies doe but take My part, and Laugh at me, I am made, ha, ha. I could wiſh ſomething ſir, of other nature To ſatisfie the preſent expectation. I imagine, nay, I'me not ignorant of proprieties And perſons, tis a time of peace, ile fit you. And inſtantly make you a repreſentation Of the effect. Of peace? I like that well. And ſince in nothing, they are more expreſt Then in good fellowſhip, ile preſent you with a Taverne. A ſpicke and ſpan new Taverne. Wonderfull, heere was none within two minutes. No ſuch wonder Lady, Tauernes are quickly up, it is but hanging out a Buſh at a Noblemans doore, or an Aldermans gate, and tis made inſtantly. Wil't pleaſe you Ladies to except the wine? Well ſayd Conſidence. It will bee new for Ladies To go to th' Taverne, but it may be a faſhion, Follow mee Admiration. And the foole, I may ſupply the abſence of your Fidlers. If wee can, lets leave Opinion behind us, Phanſie will make him drunke, I am glad they are off, are theſe effects of peace? Corruption rather. Oh the Beggers ſhew The benefit of peace. Their uery breath Hath ſtifled all the Candles, poyſond the Perfumes, Beggers a fit preſentment? how They cleaue ſtill to my noſthrill, I muſt tell you, I doe not like ſuch baſe, and ſordide perſons, And they become not here. I apprehend, If theſe diſtaſte you, I can fit you with Perſons more cleanly, What thinke you of Proiectors? How Proiectors! Here's one already. This is a Iocky, He is to advance a rare, and cunning bridle Made hollow in the Iron part, wherein A vapor ſubtly conueyd, ſhall ſo Coole and refreſh a horſe, he ſhall nere tire And now he fals to his pace. This other? His habit ſpeakes him A Country fellow, that has ſold his acres To purchaſe him a flayle, which by the motion Of a queint wheele, ſhall without helpe of hands, Threſh Corne all day, and now he layes about him. This with a face Philoſophicall and beard, Hath with the ſtudy of twenty yeares, found out A lampe, which plac'd beneath a furnace, ſhall Boyle Beefe ſo thoroughly, that the uery ſteame Of the firſt Veſſell, ſhall alone be able To make another Pot aboue ſeeth ouer. A moſt Scholaſticke proiect; his feete follow The motions of his braine. But what thing's this? A Chimera out of Rablais? A new proiect, A Caſe to walke you all day vnder water. So vaſt for the neceſſity of ayre, Which, with an artificiall bellowes coold Vnder each arme, is kept ſtill from corruption, with thoſe glaſſe eyes, he ſees, and can fetch up Gold, or what ever Iewels ha' beene loſt, In any River of the World.