Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Ball · chunk 17 of 35

Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Nov 16] (Annals)
comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 488 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

All have paid me, but; You sha'not name me in the list of any That are behind, beside my debt a purse For clearing the account. You are just Madam, And bountiful, though I came hither with Simple intention to present my service It shall be crossed. gudgeon remember too, Her ladyship's name. My Cosin has the Same provision for you. Sir, Master Barker. Madam I'll take my leave, I'll find another Time to attend my Lady, there's no light, I cannot abide this fellow. Madam, Master Barker hath some design Which he pretends concerns us both. he's welcome, what is't? My Lord commends him to ye. Which Lord Sir? The Lord, the fine, the wanton dancing Lord, The Lord that plays upon the Gittern, and sings, Leaps upon tables, and does pretty things, Would have himself commended. So Sir. He loves you both, he told me so, And laughs behind a vizard at your frailty, He cannot love that way you imagine, And Ladies of the game are now no miracles. Although he use to rail thus, yet we have Some argument to suspect his Lordship's tongue Has been to liberal. I find it too, and blush within to think How much we are deceived, I may be even With this May-Lord. But does his Lordship think We were so taken with his person. You would not, and you knew as much as I. How Sir? I ha' been acquainted with his body Ha known his baths and physic. Is't possible, I am sorry now at heart. I had a good thought on him, he shall see't, For I will love some other in revenge, And presently if any gentleman Ha but the grace to smile, and court me up to't. Hum. A bubble of Nobility, a giddy Fantastic Lord, I want none of his titles, Now in my imaginations he appears Ill favoured, and not any part about him Worth half a commendation, would he were here. You'd make more on him. That I might examine, And do my judgement right between you two now, How much he would come short, you have an eye Worth forty of his, nose of another making; I saw your teeth e'en now compared to which, His are of the complexion of his comb, I mean his box, and will in time be yellower, And ask more making clean, you have a show Of something on your upper lip, a Witch Has a philosopher's beard to him, his chin Has just as many hounds as hairs that ever My eyes distinguished yet, you have a body And unpromising in his slashes, one May see through him, and for his legs they both Would but make stuffing for one handsome stocking, theyare a lord's I will be sworn, I dote upon him, I could wish somewhat, but I me sworry sir To trouble you so much, all happy thoughts Possess you.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Ball
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1632 [licensed for stage, Nov 16]
First performance (BritDrama)1632 [Nov]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1095 · TCP A18427 · DEEP 911
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1233–1304 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 35 in this edition
Length488 words · 623 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.814
Other seedsseed 43: T5 · seed 44: T29 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
All have payd me, but; You shannot name me in the list of any That are behind, beside my debt a purse For clearing the account. You are just Madam, And bountifull, though I came hither with Simple intention to present my service It shall be crost. Gudgin remember too, Her Ladiships name. My Cofin has the Same provision for you. Sir, Master Barker. Madam Ile take my leave, Ile finde another Time to attend my Lady, there's no light, I cannot abide this fellow. Madam, Master Barker hath some designe Which he pretends concernes us both. Hee's welcome, what ist? My Lord commends him to yee. Which Lord Sir? The Lord, the fine, the wanton dancing Lord, The Lord that playes upon the Gitterne, and sings, Leapes upon tables, and does pretty things, Would have himselfe commended. So Sir. He loves you both, he told me so, And laughs behind a vilard at your frailtie, He cannot love that way you imagine, And Ladies of the game are now no miracles. Although he use to raile thus, yet we have Some argument to suspect his Lordships tongue Has beene to liberall. I finde it too, and blush within to thinke How much we are deceived, I may be even With this May-Lord. But does his Lordship thinke We were so taken with his person. You wod not, and you knew as much as I. How Sir? I ha beene acquainted with his body Ha knowne his baths and phisicke. Ist possible, I am sorry now at heart. I had a good thought on him, hee shall see't, For I will love some other in revenge, And presently if any gentleman Ha but the grace to smile, and court me up too't. Hum? A buble of Nobilitie, a giddy Phantasticke Lord, I want none of his titles, Now in my imaginations he appeares Ill favoured, and not any part about him Worth halfe a commendation, wod he were here. Youd make more on him. That I might examine, And doe my judgement right betweene you two now▪ How much he would come short, you have an eye Worth fortie of his, nose of another making; I saw your teeth ene now compar'd to which, His are of the complexion of his combe, I meane his boxe, and will in time be yellower, And aske more making cleane, you have a shew Of something on your upper lippe, a Witch Has a Philosophers beard to him, his chinne Has just as many hounds as haires that ever My eyes distinguish'd yet, you have a body And unpromising in his slashes, one May see through him, and for his legges they both Would but make stuffing for one hansome stocking, Th'are a Lords I will be sworne, I dote upon him, I could wish somewhat, but I me sworry sir To trouble you so much, all happie thoughts Possesse you.