Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Lady's Trial · chunk 8 of 34

Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals)
not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 474 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.

We will consider the meaning of this mystery. Not so, Let them fear bondage who are slaves to fear, The sweetest freedom is an honest heart. dexterity and sufferance, brave Don, Are Engines the pure politic must work with. We understand. In subtleties of war, (I talk t'ee now in your own occupation, Your trade, or what you please) unto a Soldier, Surprisal of an enemy by stratagem, Or downright cutting throats is all one thing. Most certain: on, proceed. By way of parallel, You drill or exercise your company, (No matter which for terms) before you draw Into the field, so in the feats of Courtship. First choice is made of thoughts, behaviour, words, The set of looks, the posture of the beard, Besol as manus, cringes of the knee, The very hums and has, thumps, and ay me's. We understand all these: advance. Then next, Your enemy in face, your mistress (mark it) Now you consult either to skirmish slightly, That's careless amours, or to enter battle, Then fall to open treaty, or to work By secret spies or gold: here you corrupt The Chambermaid, a fatal engine, or Place there an Ambusesdo, that's contract With some of her near friends, for halfe her portion, Or offer truce, and in the interim, Run upon slaughter, 'tis a noble treachery, That's swear and lie, steal her away: and to her Cast caps, and cry Victoria, the field's Thine own (my Don) she's thine. We do vouchsafe her. Hold her then fast. As fast as can the arms Of strong imagination hold her. No, sh'as skipped your hold, my imaginations eyes Perceives she not endures the touch or scent Of your war-overworn habiliments, Which I forgot in my instructions To warn you of, therefore my warlike Don, Apparel speedily your imagination With a more courtly outside. 'tis soon done. As soon as said, in all the clothes thou hast, More than that walking wardrobe on thy back. Imagine first our rich Mockado doublet, With our cut cloth of gold sleeves, and our quellio, Our Diamond buttoned Callamancho hose, Our plume of Ostrich, with the embroidered scarf The Duchess Infantasgo rolled our arm in. I this is brave indeed. Our Cloak whose cape is Larded with pearls, which the Indian lackeys Presented to our countryman De Cortez, For ransom of his life, rated in value At thirteen thousand pistolets, the guerdon Of our achievement, when we rescued The Infanta from the Boar in single duel, near to the Austrian forest with this rapier, This only, very, naked, single rapier. Top and top-gallant brave, We will appear Before our Amoretta like the issue Of our progenitors. Imagine so, And that this rich suit of imagination, Is on already now (which is most probable As that apparel) here stands your Amoretta, Make your approach and court her.
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PlayThe Lady's Trial
AuthorFord, John
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1638 [licensed for stage, May 3]
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeProfessional;Boys Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1101 · TCP A01052 · DEEP 918
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 538–611 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 34 in this edition
Length474 words · 663 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T46 — Swords, quarrels and valour at 0.591
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)
We will conſider the meaning of this myſtery. Not ſo, Let them feare bondage who are ſlves to feare, The ſweeteſt freedome is an honeſt heart. DExteritie and ſufferance, brave Don, Are Engines the pure politicke muſt work with. We underſtand. In ſubtilties of warre, (I talke t'ee now in your owne occupation, Your trade, or what you pleaſe) unto a Souldier, Surprizall of an enemy by ſtratagem, Or down-right cutting throats is all one thing. Moſt certaine: on, proceed. By way of parallell, You drill or exerciſe your company, (No matter which for termes) before you draw Into the field, ſo in the feats of Courtſhip▪ Firſt choyce is made of thoughts, behaviour, words, The ſet of lookes, the poſture of the beard, Beſol as manus, cringes of the knee, The very hums and ha's, thumps, and ay mees. We underſtand all theſe: advance. Then next, Your enemy in face, your miſtreſſe (marke it) Now you conſult either to skirmiſh ſlightly, Thats careleſſe amors, or to enter battaile, Then fall to open treatie, or to worke By ſecre ſpies or gold: here you corrupt The Chamber-mayd▪ a fatall engine, or Place there an Ambuſesdo, thats contract With ſome of her neere friends, for halfe her portion, Or offer truce, and in the interim, Run upon ſlaughter, tis a noble treachery, Thats ſweare and lye, ſteale her away: and to her Caſt caps, and cry Victoria, the field's Thine owne (my Don) ſhee's thine. We doe vouchſafe her. Hold her then faſt. As faſt as can the armes Of ſtrong imagination hold her. No, ſh'as skipt your hold, my imaginations eyes Perceives ſhe not endures the touch or ſent Of your war-over-worne habiliments, Which I forgot in my inſtructions To warne you of, therefore my warlicke Don, Apparrell ſpeedily your imagination With a more courtly out-ſide. Tis ſoone done. As ſoone as ſayd, in all the cloathes thou haſt, More than that walking wardrobe on thy back. Imagine firſt our rich Mockado doublet, VVith our cut cloath of gold ſleeves, and our quellio, Our Diamond buttond Callamancho hoſe, Our plume of Oſtrich, with the embroydred ſcarfe The Dutcheſſe Infantaſgo rowld our arme in. I this is brave indeed. Our Cloake whoſe cape is Larded with pearles, which the Indian lacquies Preſented to our countrey-man De Cortez, For ranſome of his life, rated in value At thirteene thouſand piſtolets, the guerdon Of our atchievement, when wee reſeued The Infanta from the Bore in ſingle duell, Neere to the Auſtrian forreſt with this rapier, This onely, very, naked, ſingle rapier. Top and top-gallant brave, VVe will appeare Before our Amoretta like the iſſue Of our progenitors. Imagine ſo, And that this rich ſute of imagination, Is on already now (which is moſt probable As that apparell) here ſtands your Amoretta, Make your approach and court her.