Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Adrasta, or The Woman's Spleen and Love's Conquest · chunk 24 of 47

Jones, John · published 1635 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals)
tragicomedy
T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.84 · 484 words

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

'sfoot Sir, your speeches be peremptory. Why Sir, I said it, and I say it again, that the Duke's Son was a fool, and a madman, to venture his life for ere a woman's love in Italy. I yield Sir, 'twas a mad part to venture a painful death for a woman, when a woman will venture nothing, but she'll have pleasure at one end of it, for the life of a man; yet the Duke's Son was not a madman for it. I say he was. I say you lie 'sfoot Sir, you will not strike me? Yes, and whip thee with Birch i'the Nose. Bravely performed Alastor, 'tis politicly done, be noble and do not strike. Why sir, this is not mine own sword. And therefore thou hadst no authority to use it: Come I have other business for thee, that shall gain thee gold. I thank you sir, for indeed I had a suit to you before. It is the better trade of the two by half: I know thou canst beg valiantly: but to the business. Thou know'st my Lord Lucilio goes away in disgrace twixt banishment and travail: he is not well, and therefore would stay behind a while unknown: only thou must go before and put on his name, that the world may take notice of his passage, and hold rumour busy, till he comes privately and overtakes thee— But come to my lodging, where I'll dispose of farther particulars, and furnish thee with apparel and crowns for thy journey. I attend you sir. Why Debora I say! why Debora. Anon forsooth.— Come bring away the Napkins quickly, and make ready here, (these heavy Arsed wenches are so slow) and do you hear, bid one of the Boys fetch me a Pint of Oligant, bull's Blood, and a quart of Canary; and look that the white Broth with Eringoes and Marrow be not overboiled; I know M. Damasippus loves it well. joy and peace of mind be to my dear Pupil, let me give thee a moral kiss. In pure morality M. Damasippus, you are most heartily welcome— Would this wench would come away that we had Supper once. That word hath eternized thee my sweet Ambrosia; and thy name is written in Elysium among Ioves paramours: Wherefore let the beloved of Iove feast and banquet according to morality. You are so full of learned sayings still: I have studied too a great while, would I could read once. Soul of the world! thou shalt be illuminated without reading, for I will infuse knowledge into thee, and thou shalt be replete. Can you do so M. Damasippus? I can my Summum bonum: and thou shalt have the mandragora for thy fecundity; and I will free thee from the vicious note of sterility. O the blessings of these Philosophers! Come sweet M. Damasippus, sit, and let's sup quickly. Content.
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PlayAdrasta, or The Woman's Spleen and Love's Conquest
AuthorJones, John
Publication year (edition)1635
First performance / composition (Annals)1635
First performance (BritDrama)1635
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1030 · TCP A04604 · DEEP 845
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1084–1108 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 47 in this edition
Length484 words · 662 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.841 (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)
D'sfoote Sir, your ſpeeches be peremptory. Why Sir, I ſaid it, and I ſay it agen, that the Dukes Sonne was a foole, and a mad-man, to venture his life for ere a womans love in Italy. I yeeld Sir, 'twas a mad part to venture a painful death for a woman, when a woman will venture nothing, but ſhe'll have pleaſure at one end of it, for the life of a man; yet the Dukes Sonne was not a madman for it. I ſay he was. I ſay you lie D'foote Sir, you will not ſtrike me? Yes, and whip thee with Birch i'the Noſe. Bravely perform'd Alaſtor, 'tis politiquely done, bee noble and doe not ſtrike. Why ſir, this is not mine owne ſword. And therefore thou hadſt no authority to uſe it: Come I have other buſineſſe for thee, that ſhall gaine thee gold. I thanke you ſir, for indeed I had a ſuit to you before. It is the better trade of the two by halfe: I know thou canſt begg valiantly: but to the buſineſſe. Thou knowſt my Lord Lucilio goes away in diſgrace 'twixt baniſhment and travaile: he is not well, and therefore would ſtay behinde a while unknowne: onely thou muſt goe before and put on his name, that the world may take notice of his paſſage, and hold rumour buſie, till hee comes privately and overtakes thee—But come to my lodging, where Ile diſpoſe of farther particulars, and furniſh thee with apparell and crownes for thy journey. I attend you ſir. Why Debora I ſay! why Debora. Anon forſooth. — Come bring away the Napkins quickly, and make ready here, (theſe heavy Ars'd wenches are ſo ſlow) and doe you heare, bid one of the Boyes fetch me a Pinte of Oligant, Buls Blood, and a quart of Canary; and look that the white Broth with Eringoes and Marrow be not over-boyl'd; I know M. Damaſippus loves it well. Ioy and peace of minde be to my deare Pupill, let mee give thee a morall kiſſe. In pure moralitie M. Damaſippus, you are moſt heartily welcome— Would this wench would come away that wee had Supper once. That word hath eterniz'd thee my ſweet Ambroſia; and thy name is written in Elizium among Ioves paramours: Wherefore let the beloved of Iove feaſt and banquet according to moralitie. You are ſo full of learned ſayings ſtill: I have ſtudyed too a great while, would I could reade once. Soule of the world! thou ſhalt bee illuminated without reading, for I will infuſe knowledge into thee, and thou ſhalt bee repleate. Can you doe ſo M. Damaſippus? I can my Summum bonum: and thou ſhalt have the Mandragoras for thy fecundity; and I will free thee from the vicious note of ſterility. O the bleſſings of theſe Philoſophers! Come ſweet M. Damaſippus, ſit, and lets ſup quickly. Content.