Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Ball · chunk 32 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 T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 494 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.

Very good. I see little in Mantua, beside dancing upon the ropes, Only their strong beer, better than any I Ever drunk at the Trumpet, but Venice of all The Champion Countries, do not mistake they are the Valiantest gentlemen under the Sun. Is that it? O the Catazaners we turned there. Who was we ye? Two or three magnifico's grandees of the State, We tickled 'em in the very Pialto, by the same Token two or three English spies told us they had lain Leger three months to steal away the Piatzo, and ship It for Covent. Garden, a pretty fabric and building Upon the— but I was compelled to make Short stay here by reason of the Duke's Concubines Fell in love we me, gave me a ring of his, out of A solid Diamond, which afterwards I lost washing my Hands in the salt water. You should ha' fished for't, and as good luck as She that found her wedding ring in the haddock's belly. No, there was no staying, I took post-horse presently For Genoa, and from thence to Madrill, and so to The Netherlands. And how sped you among the Dutch? Why, we were drunk every day together, they get their Living by it. By drinking? And making bargains in their tippling, The Jews are innocent, nay the devil himself Is but a Dunce to 'em, of whose trade they are. What's that? They fish, they fish still, who can help it, they Have nets enough, and may catch the Province In time then let the Kingdoms look about 'em, They can't be idle, and they have one advantage Of all the world, they'll ha' no conscience to trouble 'Em, I heard in whispered they want butter, they have A Design to charm the Indies, and remove their Darie, but that as a secret, shall go no further; I caught a surfeit of Boar in Holland, upon my Recovery I went to Flushing, where I met with a handsome Froe, with whom I went to Middleborough, by the— And lest her drunk at Rotterdam, there I took Shipping again for France, from thence to Dover, From Dover to Gravesend, from Gravesend to Queen- Hive, and from thence to what I am come to. And noble Signior you are very welcome. I hope he did not overhear me. I am much honoured Ladies in your presence. Absence had been a sin my Lord where you Were pleased to invite. Fie, fie, my Lord give me one ear. Interrupt me no more good monsieur. monsieur La Friske, a word, a word, I beseech you, No excuser moy. Have you thought Ladies of your absent servant? Within whose heart the civil war of love, May end in a soft peace. Excellent, Lady. We had armies too my Lord, of wounded thoughts. And are you agreed to which I must devote My loving service, and which is wisest, fairest, Is it concluded yet?
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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 2306–2370 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 35 in this edition
Length494 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T57 — Ships, merchants and pirates at 0.692
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)
Very good. I see little in Mantua, beside dancing upon the ropes, Onely their strong beere, better than any I Ever drunke at the Trumpet, but Venice of all The Champion Countries, do not mistake they are the Valiantest gentlemen under the Sunne. Is that it? O the Catazaners we turn'd there. Who was wee yee? Two or three magnifico's grandees of the State, We tickled 'em in the very Pialto, by the same Token two or three English spies told us they had laine Leger three moneths to steale away the Piatzo, and ship It for Covent. Garden, a pretty fabricke and building Vpon the — but I was compell'd to make Short stay here by reason of the Dukes Concubines Fell in love wee me, gave me a ring of his, out of A solide Diamonde, which afterwards I lost washing my Hands in the salt water. You should ha fish'd fort, and as good lucke as She that found her wedding ring in the Haddocks belly. No, there was no staying, I tooke post horse presently For Genoa, and from thence to Madrill, and so to The Netherlands. And how sped you among the Dutch? Why, we were drunk every day together, they get their Living by it. By drinking? And making bargaines in their tippling, The Iewes are innocent, nay the devill himselfe Is but a Dunce to 'em, of whose trade they are. Whats that? They fish, they fish still, who can helpe it, they Have nets enough, and may catch the Province In time then let the Kingdomes looke about 'em, They can't be idle, and they have one advantage Of all the world, theyle ha no conscience to trouble 'Em, I heard in whispered they want butter, they have A Designe to charme the Indies, and remove their Darie, but that as a secret, shall goe no further; I caught a surfet of Bore in Holland, upon my Recovery I went to Flushing, where I met with a hansome Froe, with whom I went to Middleborough, by the — And lest her drunke at Roterdam, there I tooke Shipping againe for France, from thence to Dover, From Dover to Gravesend, from Gravesend to Queene- Hive, and from thence to what I am come to. And noble Signior you are very welcome. I hope he did not over-heare me. I am much honor'd Ladies in your presence. Absence had beene a sinne my Lord where you▪ Were pleas'd to invite. Fie, fie, my Lord give me one eare. Interrupt me no more good Moursieur. Mounsieur La Friske, a word, a word, I beseech you, No excuser moy. Have you thought Ladies of your absent servant? Within whose heart the civill warre of love, May end in a soft peace. Excellent, Lady▪ We had armies too my Lord, of wounded thoughts. And are you agreed to which I must devote My loving service, and which is wisest, fairest, Is it concluded yet?