Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Apollo and Daphne · chunk 1 of 7

Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals)
classical legend or myth
unassigned nearest T51 Parents and children: blessing, birthrig · 484 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T51: esau, iacob, father, son, isaac, god, love, birthright, parents, thing.

WHy lovely Daphne, will you loose yo● Youth, And let your best hours pass yo● Well you know, beauty's a Flower, which not being cropped in time, Soon withers on the stalk, and than (alas) Will neither serve for use nor ornament. You own me sweet grandchilds, pretty babes, Even for your birth you do: it is a debt That I would see discharged: I to my parents Paid it in thee; it is a Bond stands firm, till canceled in thy sweet posterity. See, I have brought thee Suitors, choice one's too, Two noble Rivers, both residing near, Amphrisus, and still-flowing Appidan, Young, and of means, both active and of strength To wrestle against barrenness, and give The hug the foil. Being dead, I live in thee: Live thou too in thy issue; so successively Our Line and memory shall never perish, But last as long as Time. Your father (Daphne) Counsels with judgement, and this argument I could by many reasons amplify. As, That without succession (one age passed) Mankind should cease to be. OH what a punishment Deserve they from the gods, that would destroy ●o glorious a creation, and to leave ●o wonderful a fabric as the world is, To no admirers? Save the Plants and Beasts; And what can they distinguish? Therefore, Daughter Make use of time: a season being past, Can never be recalled, no, not a month. A month? no day, no hour, no minute can: ●herefore make use of opportunity Which throws itself upon thee: but being straightened, Will after prove a stranger; the lest instant ●y long repentance cannot be redeemed. To you I bow in duty, as to a father; And these affront in noble courtesy, Not wronging him, to show my breeding base, scoffing your proffered love with womanish scorn. ●is counsels, your persuasions, I commend, knowing both fitting, were they seasonable. that Maids should love men I an not ignorant, that the breeding world should still increase; that Progeny should reach from age to age, ●nd that the gods make't a necessity, o have all their miraculous works admir'd: ●●l this I know; but I'll proceed: But what Can you produce against this? Hear me out: But when I in my best considerate thoughts Ponder my youth, and what it is to love; That vows are ties not easy to be loosed, And that the smallest finger can pluck on What not the hand and arm can well put of: That Marriage is a Maze, which entered in, The line is snatched thence which should guide us out. E'er hazard than that unknown labyrinth, Much blame me not to pause. What needst thou fear? Fond timorous Girl, did not thy mother this Long time before thee? Nay, hereafter too May not your daughter do so? I'll resolve you That, when I have a daughter of my years, And tutored by her mother.
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PlayApollo and Daphne
AuthorHeywood, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1637
First performance / composition (Annals)1635
First performance (BritDrama)1635 [1630-1637]
Genre (British Drama)classical legend or myth
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1064 · TCP A03241 · DEEP 5105.02
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 0–69 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 7 in this edition
Length484 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T51 — Parents and children: blessing, birthright and inheritance at 0.713
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)
WHy lovely Daphne, will you loſe yo Youth, And let your beſt houres paſſe yo Well you know, Beautie's a Floure, which not being cropt in time, Soone withers on the ſtalke, and then (alas) Will neither ſerve for vſe nor ornament. You owe me ſweet grand-children, pretty babes, Even for your birth you do: it is a debt That I would ſee diſcharg'd: I to my parents Paid it in thee; it is a Bond ſtands firme, 'till canceld in thy ſweet poſteritie. See, I have brought thee Suitors, choiſe ones too, Two noble Rivers, both reſiding neere, Amphriſus, and ſtill-flowing Appidans, Yong, and of means, both active and of ſtrength To wreſtle againſt barrenneſſe, and give The hugge the foile. Being dead, I live in thee: Live thou too in thine iſſue; ſo ſucceſſively Our Line and memory ſhall never periſh, But laſt as long as Time. Your father (Daphne) Counſels with iudgement, and this argument I could by many reaſons amplifie. As, That without ſucceſſion (one age paſt) Mankinde ſhould ceaſe to be. O what a puniſhment Deſerve they from the gods, that would deſtroy o glorious a creation, and to leave o wonderfull a fabricke as the world is, To no admirers? Save the Plants and Beaſts; And what can they diſtinguiſh? Therefore, Daughter Make vſe of time: a ſeaſon being paſt, Can never be recall'd, no, not a moneth. A moneth? no day, no houre, no minute can: herefore make uſe of opportunitie Which throwes it ſelfe vpon thee: but being ſtreightned, Will after prove a ſtranger; the leaſt inſtant y long repentance cannot be redeem'd. To you I bow in duty, as to a father; And theſe affront in noble courteſie, Not wronging him, to ſhew my breeding baſe, coffing your profer'd love with womaniſh ſcorne. is counſels, your perſuaſions, I commend, nowing both fitting, were they ſeaſonable. hat Maids ſhould love men I am not ignorant, that the breeding world ſhould ſtill encreaſe; hat Progenie ſhould reach from age to age, nd that the gods make't a neceſſitie, o have all their miraculous works admir'd: l this I know; but I'le proceed: But what Can you produce againſt this? Heare me out: But when I in my beſt conſiderat thoughts Ponder my youth, and what it is to loue; That vowes are tyes not eaſie to be loos'd, And that the ſmalleſt finger can pluck on What not the hand and arme can well put off: That Mariage is a Maze, which enter'd in, The line is ſnatcht thence which ſhould guide us out. Ere hazard then that vnknowne labyrinth, Much blame me not to pauſe. What needſt thou feare? Fond timerous Girle, did not thy mother this Long time before thee? Nay, hereafter too May not your daughter do ſo? I'le reſolve you That, when I have a daughter of my yeares, And tutor'd by her mother.