Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Royal Master · chunk 5 of 36

Shirley, James · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [licensed for stage, Apr 23, 1638] (Annals)
not in BritDrama · St. Werburgh Street, Dublin
T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.70 · 511 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.

Nor ever would believe; but 'tis not my fault If the King come in person, I'll not be seen. The King. Few words; there's one I know him not I little better then a spy upon me; If you look not to me I am gone. So it seems. How? dine today with us. Such is his royal pleasure; He is now hunting with the Duke, whom he Intends to make your guest too. My Lord I am not used to entertainments, Nor is my house sit for so great a presence; To avoid a storm they might obey Necessity, and take it for some shelter, But in so calm a day. Madam although You please to undervalue what's your own, The King despairs not you will bid him welcome; You have no narrow dwelling, and he knows Your heart is spacious like your fortune's Madam; Princes do honour when they come upon Their subjects' invitation, but they love Where they invite themselves. My duty is To meet that interpretation, though the news Come unexpected; now it will my Lord Become me to be thrifty of the minute, Their persons being so near; you will excuse If so short summons do expect my care To entertain 'em; my good Lord you have honoured me. 'tis service I am bound to. Pray my Lord. In your opinion, what should move the King To invite himself our guest, and bring the Duke Along with him; he used not to retire From hunting with this ceremony. Princes Are like the winds, and not to be examined Where they will breathe their favours. 'tis confessed An honour to us, and I hope you'll pardon A woman's curiosity. Shall I Deliver my opinion; while the King In entertainment of the Duke is showing The pleasures and the glories of his kingdom He cannot hide, that which his Naples boasteth, Her greatest ornament your beauty Madam. I thank your Lordship; I may now believe The court's removing hither; yet this language Might do you service to some other Lady And I release it willingly; your compliments I know my Lord are much worse for wearing You rather will believe yourself worth praise Then hear it; though we call it modesty, It grows from some thing like a woman's pride, But it becomes you Madam; I take leave; My service to your noble Lady mother. Mine shall attend your Lordship. Now Domitilla, is my Lord gone? Yes Madam. I expected not These guests today, they'll take us unprepared. Not with our hearts to serve 'em, and their goodness Will excuse other want. I know not daughter, But I could wish rather to enjoy ourselves, Not for the cost, those thoughts are still beneath me. You have cause to fear I hope y'are troubled. For thy sake Domitilla. Mine dear Madam. It was for thee I chose this quiet life Upon thy father's death, and left the court; Thou art all my care, sole heir to all my fortunes, Which I should see unwillingly bestowed. On some gay prodigal.
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PlayThe Royal Master
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1638
First performance / composition (Annals)1637 [licensed for stage, Apr 23, 1638]
TheaterSt. Werburgh Street, Dublin;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1075 · TCP A12150 · DEEP 896
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 312–388 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 36 in this edition
Length511 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.701 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nor ever would beleeve; but tis not my faul If the King come in person, Ile not be seene. The King. Few words; there's one I know him not I little better then a spy upon me; If you looke not to me I am gone. So it seemes. How? dine to day with us. Such is his ryall pleasure; He is now hunting with the Duke, whom he Intends to make your guest too. My Lord I am not us'd to entertainements, Nor is my house sit for so great a presence; To avoide a storme they might obey Necessity, and take it for some shelter, But in so calme a day. Madam although You please to undervalew what's your owne, The King despaires not you will bid him welcome; You have no narrow dwelling, and he knowes Your heart is spacious like your fortunes Madam; Princes doe honour when they come upon Their subjects invitation, but they love Where they invite themselves. My duty is To meete that interpretation, though the newe Come unexpected; now it will my Lord Become me to be thrifty of the minut, Their persons being so neare; you will excuse If so short summons doe expect my care To entertaine 'em; my good Lord you have honor'd me. Tis service I am bound to. Pray my Lord. In your opinion, what should moove the King To invite himselfe our guest, and bring the Duke Along with him; he us'd not to retire From hunting with this ceremony. Princes Are like the windes, and not to be examin'd Where they will breath their favours. Tis confest An honour to us, and I hope you'le pardon A womans curiositie. Shall I Deliver my opinion; while the King In entertainement of the Duke is shewing The pleasures and the glories of his kingdome He cannot hide, that which his Naples boasteth, Her greatest ornament your beauty Madam. I thanke your Lordship; I may now beleeve The court's remooving hither; yet this language Might doe you service to some other Lady And I release it willingly; your complements I know my Lord are much worse for wearing You rather will beleeve your selfe worth praise Then heare it; though we call it modesty, It growes from some thing like a womans pride▪ But it becomes you Madam; I take leave; My service to your noble Lady mother. Mine shall attend your Lordship. Now Domitilla, is my Lord gone? Yes Madam. I expected not▪ These guests to day, they'le take us unprepard. Not with our hearts to serve 'em, and their goodnes Will excuse other want. I know not daughter, But I could wish rather to enjoy our selves, Not for the cost, those thoughts are still beneath me. You have cause to feare I hope y'are troubled. For thy sake Domitilla. Mine deare Madam. It was for thee I chose this quiet life Vpon thy fathers death, and left the court; Thou art all my care, sole heire to all my fortunes, Which I should see unwillingly bestowed. On some gay prodigall.