Heywood, Thomas · published 1634 · first performed or written 1633 [c.1625-1634] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.91 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Pardon Lords, I have stayed you long, your blessing royal Father. My custom is, ever to rise before A woman's hour: Now hear me speak my Lords, I'm married to a Lady, whose chaste honour, Reports and false Suggestions, did enforce me To call in public question; but that we leave Unto our last night's rest. True my good Lord; But did you find me faulty? I do protest, my Lords, I bosomed with As true and chaste a Virgin, as ere lodged Within a Prince's arms; All this I vow As I am Royal. All's well my Lord? All's excellent Stroza. Now for amends and public satisfaction, For the foul wrong I did her, questioning Her Virtue, I'll confirm her dowry, and that Before I eat: Sweet Lady, reach the Charter I gave you last night, 'fore you were full mine? I received none Sir. Sweet, will you tell me that? With which you did receive a Ring the Duke My father gave me. When? Last night. Where? In your Bed. 'Twas in my dream then. Being broad awake. I like not this: I smell a Rat. Stroza, I fear too. Brazen forehead, Wilt Thou leave now: 'Tis true my Lord. You did Receive them both, Have you forgot sweet Lady, This very morning, that you gave them both To me? The Princess jested, to see how You wooed but take it. Excellent Villain! 'Twas well put off: 'Tis strange she's so forgetful: I prithee Stroza Where are they? Where are they? they are— Where? Why study you? They are there— Where man? I posted them To Milan, sent them safe, dare you not trust my word Not till I see my deeds. By one o'th' Prince's Train. See which o' the Train is wanting. I shall my Lord. I would I were in Turkey. Would I were on horseback. Nay, look not you dejected beauteous Bride, For this is done only to honour you. The Prince, my Master, hearing your solemnities, Hath sent this dish, to add a present to Your royal Feasts, wishing himself therein To be a welcome guest. Your Master's name? Prince Parma. Give this Gentleman A 100. crowns: This will much grace our banquet. there's in that dish, some Moral. Coming from him, Methinks it should be seasoned with some strange And dangerous poison: Touched not, my Lord. There should be more in't, than a feasting dish; What's here, a Child? Oh my perplexed heart! Upon his breast there's something writ, I'll read it. 'Tis fit, if justice be not quite exiled That he that weds the mother, keep the child. This Child was sent to me. From whom? whom, Parma? break the bastard's neck, As I would do the Fathers, were he here. Sure spareed for the Mother's sake; 'twas sent to us: Which of the train is wanting? None my Lord. Stroza, where is this Charter and the Ring? I know of none. Why, 'twas confessed. Right, I confessed it; but your grace must know, 'Twas but to please your humour, which began To grow into some violence.
nodes 1579–1666 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 27 in this edition
Length
516 words · 720 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.908 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Pardon Lords, I haue stay'd you long, your blessing royall Father. My custome is, euer to rise before A womans houre: Now heare me speake my Lords, I'm married to a Lady, whose chaste honour, Reports and false Suggestions, did inforce me To call in publike question; but that we leaue Vnto our last nights rest. True my good Lord; But did you find me faulty? I doe protest, my Lords, I bosom'd with As true and chaste a Virgin, as ere lodg'd Within a Princes armes; All this I vow As I am Royall. All's well my Lord? All's excellent Stroza. Now for aends and publike satisfaction, For the foule wrong I did her, questioning Her Vertue, Ile confirme her dowre, and that Before I eate: Sweet Lady, reach the Charter I gaue you last night, 'fore you were full mine? I receiu'd none Sir. Sweet, will you tel mee that? With which you did receiue a Ring the Duke My father gaue me. When? Last night. Where? In your Bed. 'Twas in my dreame then. Being broad awake. I like not this: I smell a Rat. Stroza, I feare too. Brazen fore-head, Wilt Thou leaue now: 'Tis true my Lord. You did Receiue them both, Haue you forgot sweet Lady, This very morning, that you gaue them both To me? The Princess ieasted, to see how You woo'd but take it. Excellent Villaine! 'Twas well put off: 'Tis strange shee's so forgetfull: I prethee Stroza Where are they? Where are they? they are— Where? Why studdy you? They are there— Where man? I poasted them To Millaine, sent them safe, dare you not trust my word Not till I see my deeds. By one oth' Princes Traine. See which o' the Traine is wanting. I shall my Lord. I would I were in Turkey. Would I were on horse-backe. Nay, looke not you deiected beautious Bride, For this is done onely to honour you. The Prince, my Master, hearing your solemnities, Hath sent this dish, to adde a present to Your royall Feasts, wishing himselfe therein To be a wellcome guest. Your Masters name? Prince Parma. Giue this Gentleman A 100. crownes: This will much grace our banquet. Ther's in that dish, some Morrall. Comming from him, Meethinks it should be season'd with some strange And dangerous poyson: Touch't not, my Lord. There should be more in't, then a feasting dish; What's here, a Child? Oh my perplexed heart! Vpon his brest ther's something writ, Ile read it. 'Tis fit, if Iustice bee not quite exil'd That he that wedds the mother, keepe the child. This Child was sent to me. From whom? whom, Parma? breake the bastards necke, As I would doe the Fathers, were hee here. Sure spare't for the Mothers sake; t'was sent to vs: Which of the trayne is wanting? None my Lord. Stroza, where is this Charter and the Ring? I know of none. Why, t'was confest. Right, I confest it; but your grace must know, 'Twas but to please your humour, which began To grow into some violence.