Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Lost Lady · chunk 11 of 42

Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals)
not in BritDrama
unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 521 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.

hay day, if within these two hours, if you do Not forget the cause of this forgetfulness, I'll Be an Eunuch, what if the Prince should be your Rival? I cannot tell, but my Lord PINDARUS on a Sudden fell from his anger, to his daughter, to a Ceremony, to you might be suspected. 'Tis a fear that makes me tremble. Courage man, if you have not lost your Memory, your remedy is certain: there Are more handsome faces will recompense this loss. Let us meet PHORMIO. HAve you sent for the Egyptian Lady? I have, and she'll be here within this half hour. She speaks our Language. Her father was of Greece, a wealthy Merchant, And his business enforcing him to leave his Country, he married a Lady of that place where he lived, Who excellent in the Mystery of divination, Hath left that knowledge to her daughter, Enriched with thousand other modest virtues, As is delivered to me by those are frequent with her. Do you believe what PHILLIDA saith, Is the voice of all your friends? What is't? That you shall marry with Prince LYSICLES. I heard your Uncle say, the Governor did Receive it with all appearances of joy, in hope This match will free him from this deep Melancholy: And 'tis determined the next feast joins your hands. The Grave must be my bed then: With what harsh fate doth Heaven afflict me, That all those blessings which make others happy, Must be my ruin? but if this lady's knowledge Shall inform me, that I shall ne'er enjoy EUGENIO, Darkness shall cease near Tapers light, My blushes to the forsworn Hymen's rights. Why should you labour your disquiet cousin? Anticipating thus your knowledge, you will make Your future sufferings present, and so call A lasting grief upon you, which your hopes Might dissipate till Heaven had made your mind Strong enough to encounter them. Dear IRENE, our Stars, whose influence doth govern us, Are not malignant to us, but whilst we Remain in this false earth: he that hath courage To divest himself of that, removes with it Their powers to hurt him; and injured love Who sees that Fortune would usurp his power, I know will not be wanting. See, the Lady comes. Madam, the excuse that justifies sick men that Send for their Physician, must beg my pardon, That did not visit you to have this honour. Here you see A Virgin, that hath long stood the mark of Fortune, And now's so full of misery, that though the gods Resented what I suffer, yet I fear That they have plunged me to extremes exceed Their own assistance. Fear not their power. I do not, but their will to help me I must doubt, For those that know no reason of their hate, Must fear it is perpetual. And let the Ensigns of their wrath fall on me, If ere by any willing act I have Provoked their justice: to you now, in whom 'Tis said, as in their Oracle they speak. I come to Know what mighty growth of dangers are decreed me.
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PlayThe Lost Lady
AuthorBerkeley, William
Publication year (edition)1638
First performance / composition (Annals)1637 [1637-1638]
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeProfessional;Adult Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1070 · TCP A08731 · DEEP 887
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 626–692 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 42 in this edition
Length521 words · 666 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships at 0.832
Other seedsseed 43: T14 · seed 44: T9 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Hey day, if within these two houres, if you doe Not forget the cause of this forgetfulnesse, I'le Be an Eunuch, what if the Prince should be your Rivall? I cannot tell, but my Lord PINDARVS on a Suddaine fell from his anger, to his daughter, to a Ceremony, to you might be suspected. 'Tis a feare that makes me tremble. Courage man, if you have not lost your Memory, your remedy is certaine: there Are more handsome faces will recompence this losse. Let us meet PHORMIO. HAve you sent for the Egyptian Lady? I have, and she'l be here within this halfe houre. She speakes our Language. Her father was of Greece, a wealthy Marchant, And his businesse enforcing him to leave his Country, he married a Lady of that place where he liv'd, Who excellent in the Mystery of devination, Hath left that knowledge to her daughter, Enricht with thousand other modest vertues, As is deliver'd to me by those are frequent with her. Doe you beleeve what PHILLIDA saith, Is the voice of all your friends? What ist? That you shall marry with Prince LYSICLES. I heard your Uncle say, the Governour did Receive it with all appearances of joy, in hope This match will free him from this deepe Melancholy: And'tis determin'd the next feast joynes your hands. The Grave must be my bed then: With what harsh fate doth Heaven afflict me, That all those blessings which make others happy, Must be my ruine? but if this Ladies knowledge Shall informe me, that I shall nee're enjoy EVGENIO, Darknesse shall ceaze mee 're Tapers light, My blushes to the fore-swome HYMENS rights. Why should you labour your disquiet Cozen? Anticipating thus your knowledge, you will make Your future sufferings present, and so call A lasting griefe upon you, which your hopes Might dissipate till Heaven had made your mind Strong enough to encounter them. Deare IRENE, our Stars, whose influence doth governe us, Are not malignant to us, but whilst we Remaine in this false earth: he that hath courage To devest himselfe of that, removes with it Their powers to hurt him; and injured love Who sees that Fortune would usurpe his power, I know will not be wanting. See, the Lady comes. Madam, the excuse that justifies sicke men that Send for their Physitian, must beg my pardon, That did not visite you to have this honor. Here you see A Virgin, that hath long stood the marke of Fortune, And now's so full of misery, that though the gods Resented what I suffer, yet I feare That they have plung'd me to extreames exceed Their owne assistance. Feare not their power. I doe not, but their will to helpe me I must doubt, For those that know no reason of their hate, Must feare it is perpetuall. And let the Ensignes of their wrath fall on me, If ere by any willing act I have Provok't their justice: to you now, in whom 'Tis said, as in their Oracle they speake. I come to Know what mighty growth of dangers are decreed me.