Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

A Challenge for Beauty · chunk 36 of 36

Heywood, Thomas · published 1636 · first performed or written 1635 [1634-1636] (Annals)
tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars
T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.87 · 447 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

Pray let's talk mildly: And first to you, to whom my soul's engaged, Why should you hazard such a precious life For one by her own language stands condemned. Because she is thy Sister; and so well I love thy merit that no new impression Can sink in me, that any of thy Line, Can ever stand polluted: I have found thee In all thy deeds so noble— Oh you have moulded her In me anew: and friend your confirmation, I do receive her perfect as the woman, Whose acts are laws, whose sayings Oracles, And she was never truly mine, till now, so I receive her from you. But I pray, What might you be of whom I have deserved So ill to make you my Antagonist? Or why to me, to be so dear a friend As to become my second, since your face. I never saw till now. Not Manhurst? Friend! Oh sir, you were my ransom. I am wrapped: Spain show thy justice; now, where, or from whence Canst thou desire so rare a precedent: Wouldst thou see Beauty? Look upon that face: Or Virtue? here, see thy true Innocence, Valour in him, true nobleness in them all, And happy them, that naked of all these, Hath sent thee hither foreign presidents, For instruction, and example. Now I yield: And till now never; hence base sycophants, I shall abjure you ever, Flattering glasses, That gave me a false face, but in this Crystal, I now behold me truly, you are she By whom I'll henceforth dress me, and not wear No hurt, of which you are not precedent; be ever mine: next her, you that have travelled To fetch me o'er this Mirror, which I'll casket, As my best jewel: I now find myself, That to myself, was till this day unknown, I have transgressed in that I sought to fleece So pure a Diamond. Come, we'll end all this: First, Lady we'll acquit your jealousy, She is his sister: Ferrers, we shall rank you In as high grace, as you are in his love; Nor have you Manhurst, lest expressed yourself, In gratitude to him, friendship to both; You Bonavida we restore, you stand In the eye of our preferment: you we admire: And thus conclude: Two Nations have contended For breast and face, in you both these are ended. IN battles, some men fall, others again, Come off with honoured scars, wounded, not slain, In shipwrecks, some sink, and are seen no more, Others on Masts, and Planks, attain the shore; 'Tis so twixt us and you; your Smile or Frown, Can save, or spill; to make us swim, or drown.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 2023–2083 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 36 of 36 in this edition
Length447 words · 596 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.875 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Pray lets talke mildly: And first to you, to whom my soule's ingag'd, Why should you hazard such a precious life For one by her owne language stands condemnd. Because she is thy Sister; and so well I love thy merit that no new impression Can sinke in me, that any of thy Line, Can ever stand polluted: I have found thee In all thy deeds so noble— Oh you have moulded her In me anew: and friend your confirmation, I doe receive her perfect as the woman, Whose acts are lawes, whose saying's Oracles, And she was never truly mine, till now, so I receive her from you. But I pray, What might you be of whom I have deserv'd So ill to make you my Antagonist? Or why to me, to bee so deere a friend As to become my second, since your face. I never saw till now. Not Manhurst? Friend! Oh sir, you were my . I am wrapt: Spaine shew thy Iustice; now, where, or from whence Canst thou desire so rare a president: Wouldst thou see Beauty? Looke upon that face: Or Vertue? heere, see thy true Innocence, Valour in him, true noblenesse in them all, And happy them, that naked of all these, Hath sent thee hither forraine presidents, For instruction, and example. Now I yeeld: And till now never; hence base sycophants, I shall abjure you ever, Flatteing glasses, That gave mee a false face, but in this Christall, I now behold mee truely, you are shee By whom Ile henceforth dresse mee, and not weare No hurt, of which you are not president; Bee ever mine: next her, you that have travelld To fetch mee o're this Mirrour, which Ile casket, As my best jewell: I now finde my selfe, That to my selfe, was till this day unknown, I have transgrest in that I sought to fleece So pure a Diamond. Come, wee'le end all this: First, Lady wee'le acquit your Iealousie, Shee is his sifte: Ferrers, wee shall ranke you In as high grace, as you are in his love; Nor have you Manhurst, least exprest your selfe, In gratitude to him, friendship to both; You Bonavida wee restore, you stand In the eye of our preferrement: you wee admire: And thus conclude: Two Nations have contended For brest and face, in you both these are ended. IN battells, some men fall, others againe, Come off with honor'd scarrs, wounded, not slaine, In ship-wrack's, some sink, and are seene no more, Others on Masts, and Planks, attaine the shore; 'Tis so 'twixt and you; your Smile or Frowne, Can save, or spill; to make us swimme, or drowne.