Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

A Challenge for Beauty · chunk 8 of 36

Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals)
tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 501 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

Then I would she and you were agreed, that you might come to a full point: and here she comes, now or never make a full conclusion, and write Finis. Daughter, What think you of this stranger? As a stranger. Of his carriage and compliment. As things for which he hath traveled, 'tis easy For him that hath the liberty of many Grounds to pick himself a choice Nosegay, And he that hath traveled so many Countries, Out of every one peculiarising what's best; With what small difficulty may such a one Appear complemental? His proffers to you were large. And the performance may perhaps prove like His journey, long. What think you of his person? That there's many one cannot pray so well as He, that is better beneficed. But say he had power to perform all that he hath promised. Only this, that I have power in myself to say More than I have yet either promised him, or You to utter. Did you not hear her talk of utter, for shame Sir, either utter your mind now to the full, or else utterly give it over. Madam, What say you to my suit? I needs must say Sir, it becomes you well, Graces your person, and your person it: I like both Stuff and fashion. Oh, sweet Lady, 'Tis good to play with such as use to sport, But with the stayed be serious. Now whilst they are in talk, will I hold some discourse or other with the old Gentlewoman: because she shall not interrupt them. May it please your old Ladyship— Out of this fellow, I may find perhaps That which his Master would have loath revealed, I'll join with him in conference. Since you tax me of jest, I charge you Sir Henceforth to speak all earnest, or stand mute, I vow it by my greatest bliss on earth, (My hopes I have in you.) I'll try your faith, Have you in all the countries you have traveled Never made proof of Lady? Yes, in all, And in each clime, of many. Nay, I thought what I should find you, trust a stranger's love as gold to court the wind. If then such numbers, Why, after all these trials make you me The last of all your t'sales? Last of my hopes, Or period of my wishes, had you said, I should have answered then, only because Of all you are most perfect. Now you flatter. A Lord saidst thou? ay, and I assure your Ladyship, allied to the best Grandoes of Spain, nay more than so,— As I confess you perfect, I entreat Let not my merited praises make you proud, And vie your own worth; I shall wonder then: Know Madam, that I left my Country Spain, And there my many honours, not of pleasure, But by compulsive force, unwillingly, My voyage purposely to find out you, Which ere I could, I have traveled Kingdoms through, Searched Courts, examined Cities, nay even Villages.
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PlayA Challenge for Beauty
AuthorHeywood, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1636
First performance / composition (Annals)1635 [1634-1636]
First performance (BritDrama)1634 [1634-1636]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
TheaterBlackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1040 · TCP A03190 · DEEP 858
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 345–408 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 36 in this edition
Length501 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.777
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)
Then I would shes and you were agreed, that you might come to a full poynt: and here shee comes, now or never make a full conclusion, and write Finis. Daughter, What thinke you of this stranger? As a stranger. Of his carriage and complement. As things for which he hath travell'd, 'tis easie For him that hath the liberty of many Grounds to picke himselfe a choys Nosegay, And hee that hath travell'd so many Countries, Out of every one peculiarizing what's best; With what small difficulty may such a one Appeare complementall? His proffers to you were large. And the performance may perhaps prove like His journey, long. What thinke you of his person? That there's many one cannot pray so well as He, that is better benefic't. But say hee had power to performe all that hee hath promised. Onely this, that I have power in my selfe to say More then I have yet either promis'd him, or You to utter. Did you not heare her talke of utter, for shame Sir, either utte your minde now to the full, or else utterly give it over. Madam, What say you to my suit? I needes must say Sir, it becomes you well, Graces your person, and your person it: I like both Stuffe and fashion. Oh, sweet Lady, 'Tis good to play with such as use to sport, But with the staid be serious. Now whilst they are in talke, will I hold some discourse or other with the old Gentlewoman: because shee shall not interrupt them. May it please your old Ladiship— Out of this fellow, I may finde perhaps That which his Master would have loath reveald, I'le joyne with him in conference. Since you tax me of jest, I charge you Sir Henceforth to speake all earnest, or stand mute, I vow it by my greatest blisse on earth, (My hopes I have in you.) Ilettry your faith, Have you in all the countries you have travell'd Never made proofe of Lady? Yes, in all, And in each clime, of many. Nay, I thought what I should finde you, trust a strangers love as gold to court the winde. If then such numbers, Why, after all these trialls make you me The last of all your t'sales? Last of my hopes, Or period of my wishes, had you said, I should have answered then, onely because Of all you are most perfect. Now you flatter. A Lord said st thou? I, and I assure your Ladiship, ally'de to the best Grandoes of Spaine, nay more then so,— As I confesse you perfect, I intreate Let not my merited prayses make you proud, And vie your owne worth; I shall wonder then: Know Madam, that I left my Countrey Spaine, And there my many honours, not of pleasure, But by compulsive force, unwillingly, My voyage purposely to find out you, Which ere I could, I have travell'd Kingdomes through, Search'd Courts, examin'd Cities, nay even Villages.