Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Great Duke of Florence · chunk 15 of 37

Massinger, Philip · published 1636 · first performed or written 1627 [licensed for stage, Jul 5] (Annals)
comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 474 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.

'Tis true, I was not bred in Court, not live a star there, Nor shine in rich embroideries, and pearl, As they that are the Mistresses of great fortunes, Are every day adorned with. Will you vouchsafe Your ear sweet Lady? Yet I may be bold For my integrity, and fame, to rank With such as are more glorious. Though I never Did injury, yet I am sensible When I am contemned, and scorned. Will you please to hear me? O the difference of natures. Giovanni, A Prince in expectation, when he lived here, Stole courtesy from heaven, and would not to The meanest servant in my Father's house Have kept such distance. Pray you do not think me Unworthy of your ear, it was your beauty That turned me statue, I can speak, fair Lady. And I can hear. The harshness of your Courtship Cannot corrupt my courtesy. Will you hear me If I speak of love? Provided you be modest, I were uncivil else. They are come to parley, I must observe this nearer. You are a rare one, And such (but that my haste commands me hence) I could converse with ever. Will you grace me With leave to visit you again. So you At your return to Court, do me the favour To make a tender of my humble service To the Prince Giovanni. Ever touching Upon that string? And will you give me hope Of future happiness? That, as I shall find you. The Fort that's yielded at the first assault, Is hardly worth the taking. O, they are at it. She is a Magazine of all perfection, And 'tis death to part from her, yet I must, A parting kiss fair Maid. That custom grants you. A homely breakfast does attend your Lordship. Such as the place affords. No, I have feasted Already here, my thanks, and so I leave you. I will see you again. Till this unhappy hour I was never lost, and what to do or say I have not yet determined, Gone so abruptly? 'Tis very strange. Under your favour Sir, His coming hither was to little purpose For any thing I heard from him. Take heed Lidia! I do advise you with a Father's love, And tenderness of your honour: as I would not Have you course and harsh in giving entertainment, So by no means be credulous. For great men Till they have gained their ends are Giants in Their promises, but those obtained, weak Pigmies In their performance. And it is a maxim Aloud among them, so they may deceive They may swear any thing; for the Queen of love As they hold constantly, does never punish, But smile at Lovers perjuries. Yet be wise too, And when you are sued to in a noble way, Be neither nice, nor scrupulous.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Great Duke of Florence
AuthorMassinger, Philip
Publication year (edition)1636
First performance / composition (Annals)1627 [licensed for stage, Jul 5]
First performance (BritDrama)1627 [Jul]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1036 · TCP A07239 · DEEP 853
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1032–1105 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 37 in this edition
Length474 words · 597 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships at 0.908
Other seedsseed 43: T14 · seed 44: T9 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
'Tis true, I was not bred in Court, not live a starre there, Nor shine in rich embroderies, and pearle, As they that are the Mistresses of great fortunes, Are every day adorn'd with. Will you vouchsafe Your eare sweet Lady? Yet I may be bold For my integrity, and fame, to ranke With such as are more glorious. Though I never Did injurie, yet I am sensible When I am contemn'd, and scorn'd. Will you please to heare me? O the difference of natures. Giovanni, A Prince in expectation, when he liv'd here, Stole courtesie from heaven, and would not to The meanest servant in my Fathers house Have kept such distance. Pray you doe not think me Unworthy of your eare, it was your beauty That turn'd me statue, I can speake, faire Lady. And I can heare. The harshnesse of your Courtship Cannot corrupt my curtesie. Will you heare me If I speake of love? Provided you be modest, I were uncivill else. They are come to parlee, I must observe this neerer. You are a rare one, And such (but that my hast commands me hence) I could converse with ever. Will you grace me VVith leave to visit you againe. So you At your returne to Court, doe me the favour To make a tender of my humble service To the Prince Giovanni. Ever touching Upon that string? And will you give me hope Of future happinesse? That, as I shall finde you. The Fort that's yeelded at the first assault, Is hardly worth the taking. O, they are at it. She is a Magazine of all perfection, And 'tis death to part from her, yet I must, A parting kisse faire Maid. That custome grants you. A homely breakfast does attend your Lordship. Such as the place affords. No, I have feasted Already here, my thanks, and so I leave you. I will see you againe. Till this unhappy houre I was never lost, and what to doe or say I have not yet determin'd, Gone so abruptly? 'Tis very strange. Under your favour Sir, His comming hither was to little purpose For any thing I heard from him. Take heede Lidia! I doe advise you with a Fathers love, And tendernesse of your honour: as I would not Have you course and harsh in giving entertainment, So by no meanes be credulous. For great men Till they have gain'd their ends are Giants in Their promises, but those obtain'd, weake Pigmies In their performance. And it is a maxime Alow'd among them, so they may deceive They may sweare any thing; for the Queen of love As they hold constantly, does never punish, But smile at Lovers perjuries. Yet be wise too, And when you are su'd to in a noble way, Be neither nice, nor scrupulous.