Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Young Admiral · chunk 22 of 36

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 T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 483 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.

Good words, she has come two hundred mile today upon a distaff, salute her, she expects it. Would you have me kiss the devil? Do I say— This is the gentleman my loving Aunt, For whom I do beseech your powerful spells. To make him slick, and shot free. Right dear Aunt, He is a precious friend of mine, and one That will be ready servant to your pleasures At midnight, or what hour you please to call him. Thou Wouldst not ha' me lie with the old witch, what a generation of hobgoblins should we have together. Nor for this benefit, shall you find him only Obedient to yourself, but very dutiful To any devil you have. He is welcome child. What a salt Peter breath she has. Where is Mephistopheles. No more devils if you love me. I must have some to search him. Search me? where? for what? How much was I overseen not to give you warning, Be not afraid what have you about you? About me where in my breeches, what do you mean I shall be cut for the stone. Have you any money about you! Yes I have money of all complexions in my pocket. Away with it, as you love yourself, not for your right hand, have one piece of gold or silver about you, no charms can fasten on you then, her spells can have no power, if you do not throw it away instantly— give me 't, I'll keep it from her knowledge, this were a trick indeed— have you no goldfinches in your fob? I defy him that has any thing in the likeness of coin. This is all money in your pocket; and come to be made shot free. What must I do now? Kneel down, and expect with obedience and admiration what will become on you— Great Aunt the gentleman is clear and ready, you are sure you have no more impediment of this nature, if you dissemble, and be killed afterward, thank yourself. Where be my spirits? He humbly desires you would finish him as privately as might be, he does not know the constitution of every devil, and to make too many acquainted, if he could be finished otherwise, your Art may dispense. He must cut off his little finger then. How cut off my finger! What did you mean? here's a ring, a diamond. I had forgot it. No more, off with't, if you love your hand, here's a jest to fool away your life quickly, not for the world, present it to her, great Lady of the Laplanders, this gentleman implores his mercy to his joints, and offering this trifle, humbly prays, you would honour him to wear it for his sake. Comes it freely off. It came off very hard, but I beseech your learned beldamship, to accept it as a token of my duty.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Young Admiral
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1637
First performance / composition (Annals)1633 [licensed for stage, Jul 3]
First performance (BritDrama)1633 [Jul]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1052 · TCP A12158 · DEEP 872
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1396–1434 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 36 in this edition
Length483 words · 612 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T32 — Rings and jewels as tokens at 0.793
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)
Good words, she has come two hundred mile to day upon a distaffe, salute her, she expects it. Would you have me kisse the devill? Doe I say—This is the gentleman my loving Aunt, For whom I doe beseech your powerfull spells. To make him slicke, and shot free. Right deere Aunt, He is a precious friend of mine, and one That will be ready servant to your pleasures At midnight, or what houre you please to call him. Thou wodst not ha me lye with the old witch, what a generation of hobgoblins should we have together. Nor for this benefit, shall you finde him onely Obedient to your selfe, ut very dutifull To any devill you have. He is welcome child. What a salt peeter breath she has. Where is Mephestophiles. No more devils if you love me. I must have some to search him. Search me? where? for what? How much was I overseene not to give you warning, Be not afraide what have you about you? About me where in my breeches, what doe you meane I shall be cut for the stone. Have you any money about you! Yes I have money of all complexions in my pocket. Away with it, as you love your selfe, not for your right hand, have one peece of gold or silver about you, no charmes can fasten on you then, her spells can have no power, if you doe not throw it away instantly—give mee▪t, ile keepe it from her knowledge, this were a tricke indeed—have you no goldfinches in your fob? I defie him that has any thing in the likenesse of coyne. This is all money in your pocket; and come to be made shot free. What must I doe now? Kneele downe, and expect with obedience and admiration what will become on you—Great Aunt the gentleman is cleere and ready, you are sure you have no more impediment of this nature, if you dissemble, and be kild afterward, thanke your selfe. Where be my spirits? He humbly desires you would finish him as privately as might be, he does not know the constitution of every devill, and to make too many acquainted, if he could be finished otherwise, your Art may dipence. He must cut off his little finger then. How cut off my finger! What did you meane? here's a ring, a diamond. I had forgot it. No more, off wee't, if you love your hand, here▪s a jest to foole away your life quickely, not for the world, present it to her, great Lady of the Laplanders, this gentleman implores his mercie to his joynts, and offering this trifle, humbly prayes, you would honour him to weare it for his sake. Comes it freely off. It came off very hard, but I beseech your learned beldamship, to accept it as a token of my duty.