Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Jul 3] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
My Lord you're sad. I am thinking, Alberto, Of many things, have I not cause? You may Think on 'em with less trouble. But of all What dost imagine most afflicts me? I'll Prevent thy answer, I am not troubled With the present threatenings of the Enemy, With all his preparations to invade us. You have more confidence in Vittori, sent To meet the insulting King, he has been fortunate In many wars. The wars consume Vittori, He has been too fortunate. Your wishes ere Against the common peace, if he prove not A happy Admiral we are lost. Be thou And all thy name lost, and may no age Find it again: how dare you interrupt us? When we do want your Council, we'll call for you. I am gone sir. My Iulio welcome, What speaks Cassandra yet? Nothing to encourage you, the same obstinate thing Victory has her heart, she much condemns The roughness which you mixed with your last courtship, She says your Father may command her life, But you must be a stranger to her bosom. I was too rude at my last visit. Rather sir too tame. Have I for this drawn war upon my country, Neglected Sicily's Daughter, left a stain Upon his Court, and paid his Entertainment With wounding one he loved? His favourite You had been less sir, than yourself to have suffered His insolence, nor was't an act becoming His Master, to send hither to negotiate A marriage for his Daughter, and when you So far engaged yourself upon a visit, To permit any of his gaudy upstarts Affront your person. I acquit the King, 'twas no state quarrel, high with wine he did Throw some disgrace on our Italian Ladies, Whilst he would magnify some beauties there, This he did second with a pride, and rudeness, My patience was not tame enough to suffer, And careless of all danger I did punish him. 'twas home and handsome. I must owe to fortune. For your return, she did but do her duty, To make it swift and happy. I confess the princess used me nobly, though my fancy Was not surprised, for here I kept the image Of fair Cassandra, whose divine beauty Doth scorn all competition. Did you love Cassandra before you went to Sicily? Yes but with too much silence, and that love Did make me apprehend more fiercely the Occasion to break off all foreign treaty, Horatio's fall, and my quitting the Country, upon't the king interprets a disgrace To his daughter and himself, and in revenge Hath added this new tempest to the Sea, Meant to our ruin Iulio. All their fury May soon be interrupted, if Vittory Manage his business well. That's all my trouble. What? Vittory there's the devil on't, he may Be fortunate and overcome. Can there Be ill in that?
seed 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)
My Lord y're sad. I am thinking, Alberto, Of many things, have I not cause? You may Thinke on em with lesse trouble. But of all What dost imagine most afflicts me? ile Prevent thy answere, I am not troubled With the present threatnings of the Enemy, With all his preparations to invade us. You have more confidence in Vittori, sent To meete the insulting King, he has heene fortunate In many warres. The warres consume Vittori, He has beene too fortunate. Your wishes ere Against the common peace, if he prove not A happie Admirall we are lost. Be thou And all thy name lost, and may no age Find it agen: how dare you interrupt us? When we do want your Councell, wel'e call for you. I am gone sir. My Iulio welcome, What speakes Cassandra yet? Nothing to encourage you, the same obstinate thing Victory has her heart, she much condemnes The roughnesse which you mix'd with your last courtship, She saies your Father may command her life, But you must be a stranger to her bosome. I was too rude at my last visit. Rather sir too tame. Have I for this drawne warre vpon my countrey, Neglected Sicilies Daughter, left a staine Vpon his Court, and paid his Entertainment With wounding one he lou'd? His favourite You had beene lesse sir, then your selfe to have suffered His insolence, nor was't an act becomming His Master, to send hither to negotiate A marriage for his Daughter, and when you So farre engag'd your selfe upon a visite, To permit any of his gaudy upstarts Affront your person. I acquit the King, Twas no state quarrell, high with wine he did Throw some disgrace on our Italian Ladies, Whilst he would magnifie some beauties there, This he did second with a pride, and rudenesse, My patience was not tame enough to suffer, And carelesse of all danger I did punish him. Twas home and hansome. I must owe to fortune. For your returne, she did but do her duty, To make it swift and happy. I confesse the princesse usd me nobly, though my fancy Was not surpris'd, for here I kept the image Of faire Cassandra, whose divine beauty Doth scorne all competition. Did you love Cassandra before you went to Sicily? Yes but with too much silence, and that love Did make me apprehend more fiercely the Occasion to breake off all forraine treaty, Horatio's fall, and my quitting the Country, Vpon't the king interprets a disgrace To his daughter and himselfe, and in revenge Hath added this new tempest to the Sea, Mean't to our ruine Iulio. All their fury May soone be interrupted, if Vittory Mannage his businesse well. That's all my trouble. What? Vittory ther's the devill on't, he may Be fortunate and overcome. Can there Be ill in that?