Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Lost Lady · chunk 13 of 42

Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals)
not in BritDrama
T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.89 · 532 words

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

They will not hear us Madam, unless we Contribute to their aid our best endeavours. I have thought a way may for a time secure you; You must dissemble with the Prince, and seem To love ERGASTO. 'Tis not impossible, but he seeing you Prefer one so beneath him, may provoke A just neglect from him; then for ERGASTO, Besides the time you gain, there may succeed A thousand ways to hinder his pretence. Can my heart e'er consent my tongue should say, I am to any other but EUGENIO? No my dear Love, though cruel Fate hath severed My vowed embraces, yet hath Death Ice enough To fright all others from them. I see Love is a Child still, what a trifle Doth now disturb him: You will not get your health O'th' price of saying you are sick; I know There is another remedy more proportioned for your disease, But not for you that suffer, which is this: Tell the Prince that you're engaged, but he That broke with vows and friendship, for your love, Will not desist for such supposed slight lets, And then your Father will force you to his will. If the Prince leave me, it is most certain He'll use his power to make me take ERGASTO. Those that in dangers that do press them nearly, Will not resolve, Upon some hazard, and give leave to chance To govern what our knowledge cannot hinder, Must sit still, and wait their preservation from a miracle. I am determined; for knives, fire, and Seas shall lose Their qualities,' ere Fate shall make me his: And if Death cannot be shunned, I'll meet it boldly. cousin, the Prince is come to see you. Good Madam use some means that I may speak With him before he goes; my heart doth promise I shall do something in your service, and Be sure when he first speaks of love, seem not To understand him. Madam, I have begged leave of your Noble Father, To offer up myself a servant to your virtues. It is a grace our family must boast of, That you descend to visit those that style Themselves your creatures, made such by your goodness, Which we can only pay by frequent prayers, That your Line may last, as glorious to Posterity, as your now living fame is. Madam, you were not wont, by a feigned praise, To scorn those that admire you; or would you thus Insinuate what I should be, by telling Me I am, what I must ever aim at. Were there proportion twixt our births my Lord, ' I would ill become a virgin's mouth to utter How much you do deserve, that will excuse, When I shall say, our Greece ne'er saw your equal. I did not think I ever could be moved With my own praise, but now my happiness So much depends, that you shall truly think What now you utter of me; that I glory My actions are thus favoured by your judgement. We must forget our safeties, and the gods, Whose Instrument you were of our deliverance, When we are silent of the mighty Debt This Kingdom owes your courage.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 758–822 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 42 in this edition
Length532 words · 660 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.887 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
They will not heare us Madam, unlesse we Contribute to their aide our best indeavours. I have thought a way may for a time secure you; You must dissemble with the Prince, and seeme To love ERGASTO. 'Tis not impossible, but he seeing you Preferre one so beneath him, may provoke A just neglect from him; then for ERGASTO, Besides the time you gaine, there may succeed A thousand waies to hinder his pretence. Can my heart e're consent my tongue should say, I am to any other but EVGENIO? No my deare Love, though cruell Fate hath sever'd My vow'd embraces, yet hath Death Ice enough To fright all others from them. I see Love is a Child still, what a trifle Doth now disturbe him: You will not get your health O'th price of saying you are sicke; I know There is another remedy more proportion'd for your disease, Butnot for you that suffer, which is this: Tell the Prince that you're engag'd, but he That broke with vowes and friendship, for your love, Will not desist for such suppos'd slight lets, And then your Father will force you to his will. If the Prince leave me, it is most certaine He'le use his power to make me take ERGASTO. Those that in dangers that doe presse them nearely, Will not resolve, Upon some hazard, and give leave to chance To governe what our knowledge cannot hinder, Must sit still, and waite their preservation from a miracle. I am determin'd; for knives, fire, and Seas shall lose Their qualities, 'ere Fate shall make me his: And if Death cannot be shun'd, I'le meet it boldly. Cozen, the Prince is come to see you. Good Madam use some meanes that I may speake With him before he goes; my heart doth promise I shall doe something in your service, and Be sure when he first speakes of love, seeme not To understand him. Madam, I have beg'd leave of your Noble Father, To offer up my selfe a servant to your vertues. It is a grace our family must boast of, That you descend to visit those that stile Themselves your creatures, made such by your goodnesse, Which we can onely pay by frequent praiers, That your Line may last, as glorious to Posterity, as your now living fame is. Madam, you were not wont, by a feigned praise, To scorne those that admire you; or would you thus Insinuate what I should be, by telling Me I am, what I must ever aime at. Were there proportion 'twixt our births my Lord, 'I would ill become a Virgins mouth to utter How much you doe deserve, that will excuse, When I shall say, our Greece ne're saw your equall. I did not thinke I ever could be mov'd With my owne praise, but now my happinesse So much depends, that you shall truely thinke What now you utter of me; that I glory My actions are thus favour'd by your judgement. VVe must forget our safeties, and the gods, VVhose Instrument you were of our deliverance, When we are silent of the mighty Debt This Kingdome owes your courage.