Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.81 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
And this I'll do. And bind me to you ever. I am in, Past half already, why not up toth' chin? Centella and Pineda, we have long Mourned for your absence, had not our bright Queen Made us acquainted with th' intent thereof, we had not took it of you subject-like, You so unfriendly, left us without leave, But you are nobly welcome. As the men, Have crowned us with a wreath, of rarer worth, Then can the united births of Spain and Portugal Maintain to us: they make us still supreme, And we by them find no Competitor, The token that confirms infallibly, That beauty stands corrupted. Sacred Empress, Behold the Ring: the manner how she fell, How easily, and with what facility, She yielded almost at the first demand, we shall relate at full. Forbear Centella, for to vex him more, It shall be in his hearing; one of you Release him from the torment of his Prison, To endure a greater here: And might Prince, Give me but leave, since he so proudly durst Deprave our worth to spite, nor all his grief, And triumph in his wilful misery. You speak but what is just and necessary, In others to deter the like presumption, I pray sir reprehend him, you cannot be too bitter In his Just reprehension. See, he's come. we have sent to prove your Mistress. And her constancy Hath purchased my release, Is't not so Madam? we are put down; I feared if any climb Could yield rarity to equal ours, It would be found in England. So I said, And Royal Mistress, had you seen that face, And made such proof, as I did of her heart, You would esteem it no disgrace at all, To honour her, that's your sole paragon, Impudent slave— But we'll contain our spleen; but 'tis my grief To be excelled in both; to have failed in one, Had been the less vexation. Oh, my fair Helena! Thou hast filled my soul with rapture, and released me From melancholy durance; Madam what were they That made this happy trial, and informed you That truth, to make her this acknowledgement? Behold them: these are the witnesses Of my disgrace through Spain. They're noble Lords, By whose approved censures, you have made, Here highness to confess mine injuries. At you return, in what plight did you leave Th' unequalled Lady? Faith, in health of body. Be proud my genius on't. And lusty wondrous lusty. Was she seen? yes seen, and felt, and heard, and understood, We found her a Noun Substantive. Oh, my blood! why fliest thou from my heart? yet she stood, And by herself too, when she was alone, But lighting upon company she leaked, Poor prostitute, she fell. Unriddle me, and let me know thy meaning. Then in plain— your Mistress is a Whore. Centalla spak't. And will make't good, More Bonavida, mine, My prostitute, most base and mercenary, Bowing her lust beneath the price of gold, For a few Spanish Ryalls.
Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragicomedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1040 · TCP A03190 · DEEP 858
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1273–1351 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 36 in this edition
Length
505 words · 685 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.806 (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)
And this Ile doe. And binde mee to you ever. I am in, Past halfe already, why not up toth' chinne? Centella and Pineda, Wee haue long Mournd for your absence, had not our bright Queene Made us acquainted with th' intent theeof, Wee had not tooke it of you subject-like, You so unfriendly, left us without leave, But you are nobly welcome. As the men, Have crown'd us with a wreathe, of rarr worth, Then can the united birthes of Spaine and Portugall Maintaine to us: they make us still supreame, And wee by them find no Competitor, The token that confirmes infallibly, That beauty stands corrupted. Sacred Empresse, Behold the Ring: the manner how shee fell, How easily, and with what facillitie, Shee yeelded almost at the first demand, Wee shall relate at full. Forbeare Centella, for to vexe him more, It shall be in his hearing; one of you Release him from the torment of his Prison, To indure a greater heere: And might Prince, Give mee but leave, since hee so prowdly durst Deprave our worth to spite, nor all his griefe, And triumph in his willfull miserie. You speake but what is just and necessary, In others to deterre the like presumption, I pray sir reprehend him, you cannot bee too bitter In his Iust reprehension. See, hee's come. Wee have sent to proove your Mistris. And her constancie Hath purchas'd my release, Is't not so Madam? Wee are put downe; I fear'd if any clyme Could yeeld rarietie to equall ours, It would be found in England. So I said, And Royall Mistris, had you seene that face, And made such proofe, as I did of her heart, You would esteeme it no disgrace at all, To honour her, that's your sol paagon, Impudent slave— But wee'l containe our spleene; but 'tis my griefe To be excel'd in both; to have fail'd in one, Had bin the lesse vexation. Oh, my faire Hellena! Thou hast fil'd my soule with rapture, and releast me From melancholly durance; Madam what were they That made this happy triall, and informd you That truth, to make her this acknowledgement? Behold them: these are the witnesses Of my disgrace through Spaine. They're noble Lords, By whose approved censures, you have made, Here highnesse to confese mine injuries. At you returne, in what plight did you leave Th' unequall'd Lady? Faith, in health of body. Be proud my genius on't. And lusty wondrous lusty. Was she seene? yes seene, and felt, and heard, and understood, We found her a Noue Substantive. Oh, my blood! why flyest thou from my hear? yet she stood, And by her selfe too, when she was alone, But lighting upon company she leak't, Poore prostitute, she fell. Vnriddle me, and let me know thy meaning. Then in plaine—your Mistresse is a Whore. Centalla spak't. And will mak't good, More Bonavida, mine, My prostitute, most base and mercenary, Bowing her lust beneath the price of gold, For a few Spanish Ryalls.