Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Jun 24] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T46 Swords, quarrels and valour typicality 0.90 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
With pardon of your Lordship, since you have Declared so freely, what I think wins credit With him too, your intentions to his Lady: There is no cause, you should engage your bloods, To any loss You are my preserver, sir, Make me not so ingrateful to advance My sword against your life, that gave me all The benefit of mine, I have assurance Enough of you, and my wife's honour. there's A purse of gold is troublesome, it may Be useful toth' survivor, come, sir, fight By thy own Ladies virtue, I shall else provoke you rudely. For her sake my Lord, we should be friends. That won't help my fame, Nor yours, if you regard what threatens it, I must not live upon the charity Of people's tongues, their justice shall acknowledge I do not fear to bleed, let it be argument To inflame thee, that thou mayest be happier Upon my loss, since my last minute gives Thy wife possession of all my fortune. That rather charms me from each violence. This must compel you then, till now I never Thought thee ingrateful, by thy fame I charge thee, By thy Bellamia's love, fight not with pity, Let me be worthy at least to fall with honour, Fight so, as howsoever fate determine, I may get honour, though in death, and not Suffer without a wound. So her's some blood yet. I did but imitate my Lord your Character, Blood of both sides, nay then I interpose, As you are gentlemen, for other titles Weigh nothing here, be just to both your honours, You have done well, exceeding well, unless I shall conclude there's malice on one side, Be yourselves now, and on such noble terms Be reconciled again, sir Walter is No enemy at heart, and the World must Be satisfied my Lord, in your just valour, Think what blessed providence has marked you both For noble ends. I'll trust him with my sword, Which rather shall make next impression here, Then be his danger. I am overcome, take me thy Captive. My most honoured friend. So, so, 'tis fair on both sides, but my Lord, You bleed much, can you spare it. Well enough, I'll wait upon you home. First have a Surgeon. What for a scratch? let me present thee safe, To thy Bellamia, she but with a smile Can cure all wounds, come Captain. we both wait on you. You tell me wonders. I shall much repent My discourse to thee, if it did not raise Thy admiration, 'tis a noble Lord, Thou art bound to make him restitution. Of what? Of fame, you were jealous of our honours. I have read the Chronicles, but never met With a young Lord has done the like. To what Virtue in time will he grow to Jacintha?
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472 words · 608 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T46 — Swords, quarrels and valourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.895 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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With pardon of your Lordship, since you have Declard so freely, what I thinke winnes credit With him too, your intentions to his Lady: There is no cause, you should engage your bloods, To any losse You are my preserver, sir, Make me not so ingratefull to advance My sword against your life, that gave me all The benefit of mine, I have assurance Enough of you, and my wives honor. Ther's A purse of gold is troublesome, it may Be usefull to'th surviver, come, sir, fight By thy owne Ladies virtue, I shall else provoke you rudelie. For her sake my Lord, we should bee friends. That wonot helpe my fame, Nor yours, if you regard what threatens it, I must not live upon the charity Of peoples tongues, their justice shall acknowledge I doe not feare to bleed, let it be argument To inflame thee, that thou majest be happyer Vpon my losse, since my last minute gives Thy wife possession of all my fortune. That rather charmes me from each violence. This must compell you then, till now I never Thought thee ingratefull, by thy fame I charge thee, By thy Bellamias love, fight not with pitty, Let me bee worthy at least to fall with honor, Fight so, as howsoever fate determine, I may get honor, though in death, and not Suffer without a wound. So her's some blood yet. I did but imitate my Lord your Character, Blood of both sides, nay then I interpose, As you are gentlemen, for other titles Weigh nothing here, be just to both your honors, You have done well, exceeding well, unlesse I shall conclude ther's malice on one side, Be your selves now, and on such noble termes Be reconcil'd agen, sir Walter is No enemy at hart, and the World must Be satisfied my Lord, in your just valor, Thinke what blest providence has mark'd you both For noble ends. I'le trust him with my sword, Which rather shall make next impression here, Then be his danger. I am overcome, take me thy Captiue. My most honord friend. So, so, 'tis faire on both sides, but my Lord, You bleed much, can you spare it. Well enough, I'le wait upon you home. First have a Surgeon. What for a serath? let me present thee safe, To thy Bellamia, shee but with a smile Can cure all wounds, come Captaine. Wee both waite on you. You tell mee wonders. I shall much repent My discourse to thee, if it did not raise Thy admiration, 'tis a noble Lord, Thou art bound to make him restitution. Of what? Of fame, you were jealous of our honours. I have read the Chronicles, but never met With a yong Lord has done the like. To what Virtue in time will he grow to Jacintha?