Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Ball · chunk 33 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 T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 493 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.

You did propound A hard Province, and we could not Determine as you expected, but if Your flame be not extinct, we have devised Another way. You make my ambition happy, And indeed I was thinking 'twas impossible That two such beauties should give place to either, And I am still that humble notary To both your loves. Then this we have made lots, That what we cannot, fate may soon divide, And we are fixed to obey our destiny, There is but two, one and your wishes guide you. And will you satisfy my chance. We should Be else unjust. What method shall we use? Your hat my Lord, If you vouchsafe the favour? Dare you expose your head to the air so long? Most willingly put in. There is Fortune. That draw which quickly tell how much I love you. So, so now let me see, I commend your device, Since I am uncapable of both, This is a way indeed, but your favour. let's have fair play my Lord. What fool is he? That having the choice of Mistresses will be Confined to one, and rob himself, I am yet The favourite of both these, is no policy, I could make shift with both a-bed. You are merry? In troth, and so I am, and in the mind I am in, will give myself no cause toth' contrary, D'ee see? I'll draw you both. How? both. You cannot otherwise be reconciled, I'll be content to marry one, and do Service to th' other's petticoat, I must tell you, I am not without precedent. There you triumph. Within the name of Venus,— ha a blank, By this light nothing, neither name nor mark. Ha, ha, ha. This is a riddle yet. 'tis quickly solved, Your Lordship was too confident, We never were at such a loss my Lord, As with the hazard of our wit or honour To court you with so desperate affection. By our example know, some Ladies may Commend, nay love a gentleman, and yet Be safe in their own thoughts, and see as far As modesty, and honour will allow us, We are still servants to your Lordship, Say so? why look you Ladies that you may perceive, How I can be temperate too; first, I thank you Heartily, and to recompense your wit; Present another Lottery, you sha'not Suspect I have a thought that will betray Your innocence to scandal, let me entreat You take your chance too, this for you Madam, And this is left your fortune, do me honour To wear these pair of jewels for my sake, So with a confidence of your happy pardon, To what is passed hereafter I shall pay To your true virtues, better service than So unnecessary trials. And to show We are not coy my Lord, we'll wear your jewel. And be their ornament. All happiness to your Lordship, Your cruells are not full set noble Ladies.
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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 2371–2445 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 35 in this edition
Length493 words · 630 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches at 0.831
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)
You did propound A hard Province, and we could not Determine as you expected, but if Your flame be not extinct, we have devis'd Another way. You make my ambition happy, And indeede I was thinking twas impossible That two such beauties should give place to either, And I am still that humble notary To both your loves. Then this we have made lots, That what we cannot, fate may soone divide, And we are fixt to obey our destinie, There is but two, one and your wishes guide you. And will you satisfie my chance. We should Be else unjust. What method shall we use? Your hat my Lord, If you vouchsafe the favour? Dare you expose your head to the ayre so long? Most willingly put in. There is Fortune▪ That draw which quickly tell how much I love you. So, so now let me see, I commend your device, Since I am uncapable of both, This is a way indeede, but your favour. Lets have faire play my Lord. What foole is he? That having the choise of Mistresses will be Confinde to one, and rob himselfe, I am yet The favorite of both these, is no policy, I could make shift with both abed. You are merry? In troth, and so I am, and in the minde I am in, will give my selfe no cause toth' contrary, Dee see? Ile draw you both. How? both. You cannot otherwise be reconcil'd, Ile be content to marry one, and doe Service to th' others peticote, I must tell you, I am not without president. There you triumph. Within the name of Venus, — ha a blanke▪ By this light nothing, neither name nor marke. Ha, ha, ha. This is a riddle yet. Tis quickly solv'd, Your Lordship was too confident, We never were at such a losse my Lord, As with the hazard of our wit or honour To court you with so desperate affection. By our example know, some Ladies may Commend, nay love a gentleman, and yet Be safe in their owne thoughts, and see as farre As modesty, and honour will allow us, We are still servants to your Lordship, Say so? why looke you Ladies that you may perceive, How I can be temperate too; first, I thanke you Heartily, and to recompence your wit▪ Present another Lottery, you shannot Suspect I have a thought that will betray Your innocence to scandall, let me intreate You take your chance too, this for you Madam, And this is left your fortune, doe me honour To weare these paire of Iewells for my sake, So with a confidence of your happy pardon, To what is past hereafter I shall pay To your true vertues, better service then So unnecessary trialls. And to shew We are not coy my Lord, weele weare your Iewell. And be their ornament. All happinesse to your Lordship, Your cruells are not full set noble Ladies.