Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Hyde Park · chunk 9 of 32

Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Apr 20] (Annals)
comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim typicality 0.87 · 491 words

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

You are all goodness With me prithee admit him! Sir, my Lord saw you enter, and desires To speak with you! His Lordship shall command, where is he? Below Sir! Say, I instantly wait on him? Shall I presume upon your favour Lady? In what! That I may entreat him hither, you will honour me To bid him welcome, he is a gentleman To whom I owe all services, and in himself is worthy of your entertainment. If he be yours command me! My Lord! excuse Nay I prevent your trouble— Lady I am Your humble servant, pardon my intrusion I hano business, only I saw you enter. Your Lordship honours me. What gentlewoman's this. why— A Lady of pleasure, I like her eye, it has A pretty twirl, wot-will she bid one welcome. Be confident my Lord, sweet Lady pray Assure his Lordship he is welcome, I want words. Oh sweet Lady your lip in silence Speaks the best language. Your Lordship's welcome to this humble roof! I am confirmed. If your knew Lady, what Perfection of honour dwells in him, You would be studious with all ceremony To entertain him! beside, to me His Lordship's goodness hath so flowed, you cannot study, what will oblige more than in his welcome! Come, you Compliment. Though I want both ability and language, My wishes shall be zealous to express me Your humble servant: Come, that humble was But compliment in you too. I wood not Be guilty of dissembling with your Lordship, I know words have more proportion With my distance to your birth and fortune, Then humble servant. I do not love these distances. You would have her be more humble, this will try her, If she resist his siege, she is a brave one, I know he'll put her to't, he that doth love Wisely, will see the trial of his Mistress, And what I want in impudence myself, Another may supply for my advantage, I'll frame excuse! Frank thou art melancholy! My Lord I now reflected on a business, Concerns me equal with my fortune, and It is the more unhappy that I must, So rudely take my leave. What? not so soon. Your honour's pardon. Are you sir in earnest! Love will instruct you to interpret fairly, They are affairs that cannot be dispensed with, I leave this noble gentleman. he's a stranger, You won't use me well, and show no care Of me, nor of my honour, I pray stay! Thou hast virtue to secure all, I am confident, Temptations will shake thy innocence, No more than waves, that climb a Rock, which soon Betray their weakness, and discover thee, More clear and more impregnable How is this? Farewell, I will not sin against your honour's clemency To doubt your pardon. Well and there be no remedy I shall see you Anon i'th' Park, the Match holds, I am not willing To leave you alone Lady.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayHyde Park
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1637
First performance / composition (Annals)1632 [licensed for stage, Apr 20]
First performance (BritDrama)1632 [Apr]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1050 · TCP A12140 · DEEP 870
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 596–675 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 32 in this edition
Length491 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.874 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T5 · seed 44: T29 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You ar all goodnesse With me prethee admit him! Sir, my Lord saw you enter, and desires To speake with you! His Lordship shall command, where is he? Below Sir! Say, I instantly waite on him? Shall I presume upon your favour Lady? In what! That I may entreate him hither, you will honour me To bid him welcome, he is a gentleman To whom I owe all services, and in himselfe is worthy of your entertainment. If he be yours command me! My Lord! excuse Nay I prevent your trouble—Lady I am Your humble servant, pardon my intrusion I hano businesse, only I saw you enter. Your Lordship honours me. What gentlewoman's this. Wy— A Lady of pleasure, I like her y, it has A prety twirle, wot-will she bid one welcome. Be confident my Lord, sweete Lady pray Assure his Lordship he is welcome, I want words. Oh sweete Lady your lip in silence Speakes the best language. Your Lordship's welcome to this humble roofe! I am confirm'd. If your knew Lady, what Perfection of honour dwels in him, You would be studious with all ceremony To enter taine him! beside, to me His Lordship's goodnes hath so flow'd, you cannot study, what will oblige more then in his welcome! Come, you Complement. Though I want both ability and languag, My wishes shall be zealous to expresse me Your humble servant: Come, that humble was But complement in you too. I wood not Be guilty of dissembling with your Lordship, I know words have more proportion With my distance to your birth and fortune, Then humble servant. I doe not love thes distancs. You would have her be more humble, this will try hr, If shee resist his siege, she is a brave one, I know hee'le put her too't, he that doth love Wisely, will see the triall of his Mistris, And what I want in impudence my selfe, Another may supply for my advantag, Ile frame excuse! Franke thou art melancholy! My Lord I now reflected on a businesse, Concernes me equall with my fortune, and It is the more unhappy that I must, So rudely take my leave. What? not so soone. Your honours pardon. Are you sir in earnest! Love will instruct you to intrpret fairely, They are affaires that cannot be dispenced with, I leave this noble gentleman. Hee's a stranger, You wonot use me well, and shw no care Of me, nor of my honour, I pray stay! Thou hast vertue to secure all, I am confidnt, Temptations will shake thy innocence, No more then waves, that clime a Rocke, which soon Betray their weakenesse, and discover thee, More cleare and more impregnable How is this? Farewell, I will not sin against your honours clemncy To doubt your pardon. Well and there be no remedy I shall see you Anon ith Parke, the Match holds, I am not willing To leave you alone Lady.