Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Gamester · chunk 38 of 39

Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Nov 11] (Annals)
comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 485 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.

Master Wilding, welcome, Y'ave been a great a stranger. Do you know me? Know you? They say I am much altered o'late. There is some alteration in your forehead. My forehead? 'tis not smooth enough, you're troubled: Your wife's within. she loves your daughter, sir. When saw you Master Beaumont? Not today. I have sent for him; pray stay, and witness His further examination, I propounded A way to do him good but he is obstinate. Would I could change condition with him! He is not troubled now with being a cuckold, You shall command. Your husband Lady, Wife you are a whore You shall know more hereafter, I must go live i'th' Forest. And I i'th' Common. she'll turn prostitute. Attend him hither. Master Beaumont's come Nay you shall favour me so much, here's the gentleman Already. Sir, your pleasure? by your command I am brought hither, I hope you have no more to charge me with Then freely I have confessed. Yes. I must answer You can have but my life to satisfy; Pray speak my accusation. Besides the offence known and examined You are guilty Of that which all good natures do abhor. You have a privilege, but do not make me Good sir, to appear monstrous, who are my Accusers? I am one. And my judge too: I have small hope to plead then, but proceed, And name my trespass. That which includes all That man should hate; ingratitude. You have Preferred a large indictment, and are the first That ever charged me with't, it is a stain My soul held most at distance, but descend To some particular; this offence doth rise Or fall in the degree, or reference To persons sinned against, to whom have I Been so ingrateful? Ingrate as high as murder. To whom? thyself, to whom that life thou oughtest to cherish Thou hast undone I am not so uncharitable howe'er you please to urge it, but I know Why you conclude so, let me, sir, be honest To heaven and my own heart, and then if life Will follow, it shall be welcome. Still perverse: Stand forth my Leonora, look upon her. I see a comely frame which cannot be Without as fair a mind. With her I make Once more a tender of my wealth and thy Enlargement. How can you discharge him, sir? Take you no care for that, it shall be secured If he accept, 'tis the last time of asking, Answer to purpose now. There shall need none, Sir, to forbid this marriage, but myself; My resolution but warm before Is now a flame I honour this fair Virgin, And am too poor to thank your love, but must not Buy life with so much shame, I am Violante, My last breath shall confirm it. Beaumont think on't A little better, be not mad; if this be possible Embrace her instantly.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Gamester
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1637
First performance / composition (Annals)1633 [licensed for stage, Nov 11]
First performance (BritDrama)1633 [Nov]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1056 · TCP A12137 · DEEP 876
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2542–2625 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 39 in this edition
Length485 words · 628 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousy at 0.832
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)
Master Wilding, welcome, Y'ave beene a great a stranger. Do you know me? Know you? They say I am much alter'd alate. There is some alteration in your forehead. My forehead? Tis not smooth enough, you're troubled: Your wife's within. Shee loves your daughter, sir. When saw you Master Beaumont? Not to day. I have sent for him; pray stay, and witnes His further examination, I propounded A way to doe him good but he is obstinate. Would I could change condition with him! He is not troubled now with being a cuckold, You shall command. Your husband Lady, Wife you are a whore You shall know more hereafter, I must goe live i'th Forrest. And I i'th Common. Sheele turne prostitute. Attend him hither. Master Beaumont's come Nay you shall favour me so much, here's the gentleman Already. Sir, your pleasure? by your command I am brought hither, I hope you have no more to charge me with Then freelie I have confest. Yes. I must answer You can have but my life to satisfie; Pray speake my accusation. Besides the offence knowne and examin'd You are guilty Of that which all good natures do abhorre. You have a priviledge, but do not make me Good sir, to appeare monstrous, who are my Accusers? I am one. And my judge too: I have small hope to plead then, but proceede, And name my trespasse. That which includes all That man should hate; ingratitude. You have Preferrd a large inditement, and are the first That ever chargd me with't, it is a staine My soule held most at distance, but descend To some particular; this offence doth rise Or fall in the degree, or reference To persons sinn'd against, to whom have I Beene so ingratefull? Ingrate as high as murder. To whom? Thy selfe, to whom that life thou oughtest to cherish Thou hast undone I am not so uncharitable How ere you please to urge it, but I know Why you conclude so, let me, sir, be honest To heaven and my owne heart, and then if life Will follow, it shall bee welcome. Still perverse: Stand forth my Leonora, looke upon her. I see a comely frame which cannot bee Without as faire a minde. With her I make Once more a tender of my wealth and thy Enlargement. How can you discharge him, sir? Take you no care for that, it shall be secur'd If he accept, 'tis the last time of asking, Answer to purpose now. There shall neede none, Sir, to forbid this marriage, but my selfe; My resolution but warme before Is now a flame I honour this faire Virgine, And am too poore to thanke your love, but must not Buy life with so much shame, I am Violante, My last breath shall confirme it. Beaumont thinke on't A little better, be not mad; if this be possible Embrace her instantlie.