Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Lady's Trial · chunk 18 of 34

Ford, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1638 [licensed for stage, May 3] (Annals)
not in BritDrama · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 511 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.

Load upon load let not my want of modesty Trespass against good manners, I must study Retirement to compose this weighty business And moderately digest so large a plenty. For fear it swell unto a surfeit. May I be bold to press a visit? At your pleasure, Good time of day, and peace, Oes: health to your Lordship. What of Spinella yet? Quite lost no prints, Or any tongue of tracing her, however Matters are huddled up: I doubt my Lord Her husband carries little peace about him. fall danger what fall can, she is a goodness Above temptation, more to be adored Then sifted; I'm too blame sure. Levidolche. For her part too, laughed at Malfato's frenzy (Just so she termed it) but for you (my Lord) She said she thanked your charity, which lent Her crooked soul, before it left her body, Some respite, wherein it might learn again The means of growing straight. She has found mercy, Which I will seek, and sue for. You are happy. Count of Savona, Genoa's Admiral, Lord governor of Corsica, enrolled A Worthy of my country, sought and sued to Praised, courted, flattered; sure this bulk of mine, Tails in the size a timpany of greatness puufs up too monstrously my narrow chest, How surely dost thou malice, these extremes, Uncomfortable man? when I was needy, Cast naked on the flats of barren pity, Abated to an ebb so low, that boys A Cockhorse frisked about me, without plunge You could chat gravely then, in formal tones, Reason most paradoxically; now Contempt and wilful grudge at my uprising becalms your learned noise. Such flourish Auria, Flies with so swift a gale, as it will waste Thy sudden joys into a faithless harbour. Canst mutter mischief, I observed your dulness Whiles the whole ging crowd to me hark my triumphs Are echoed under every roof, the air Is straightened with the sound, there is not room Enough to brace them in, but not a thought Doth pierce into the grief that cabins hear, Here through a creek a little inlet crawls, A flake no bigger than a sister's thread, Which sets the region of my heart a fire. I had a kingdom once, but am deposed From all that royalty of blessed content, by a confederacy 'twixt love and frailty. glories in public view, but add to misery, Which travails in unrest at home. At home? That home Aurelio speaks of, I have lost, And which is worse, when I have rolled about, Toiled like a pilgrim, round this globe of earth, Wearied with care, and overworn with age, Lodged in the grave, I am not yet at home, There rots but half of me, the other part Sleeps, heaven knows where, would she and I my wife, I mean, but what alas talk I of wife, The woman, would we had together fed On any outcast parings, course and mouldy, Not lived divided thus, I could have begged For both, for't had been pity she should ever Have felt so much extremity.
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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 1228–1301 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 34 in this edition
Length511 words · 691 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.756
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)
Load upon load let not my want of modeſty Treſpaſſe againſt good manners, I muſt ſtudy Retirement to compoſe this weighty buſineſſe And moderately diſgeſt ſo large a plenty. For feare it ſwel unto a ſurfeit. May I be bould to preſſe a viſit? At your pleaſure, Good time of day, and peace, Os: health to your Lordſhip. What of Spinella yet? Quite loſt no prints, Or any tongue of racing her, how ever Matters are huddled up: I doubt my Lord Her husband carries little peace about him. fall danger what fall can, ſhe is a goodneſſe Above temptation, more to be ador'd Then ſifted; I'me too blame ſure. Levidolche. For her part too▪ laughd at Malfatos frenzie (Juſt ſo ſhe termd it) but for you (my Lord) She ſaid ſhee thankd your charity, which lent Her crooked ſoule, before it left her body, Some reſpit, wherein it might learne againe The means of growing ſtreight. Shee has found mercy, Which I will ſeeke, and ſue for. You are happy. Count of Savona, Genoas Admirall, Lord governor of Corſica, enrould A Worthy of my country, ſought and ſu'd to Praiſ'd, courted, flatterd; ſure this bulke of mine, Tayles in the ſize a timpany of greatneſſe Puffes up too monſtrouſly my narrow cheſt, How ſurely doſt thou malice, theſe extremes, Vncomfortable man? when I was needy, Caſt naked on the flats of barren pitty, Abated to an ebbe ſo low, that boyes A Cocke-horſe friskd about me, without plunge You could chat gravely then, in formall tones, Reaſon moſt paradoxically; now Contempt and wilful grudge at my upriſing becalmes your learned noyſe. Such floriſh Auria, Flies with ſo ſwift a gale, as it will waſt Thy ſuddaine joyes into a faithleſſe harbor. Canſt mutter miſchiefe, I obſervd your dulneſſe Whiles the whole ging crowd to me harke my triumphs Are eccho'd under every roofe, the ayre Is ſtreightend with the ſound, there is not roome Enough to brace them in, but not a thought Doth pierce into the griefe that cabins heare, Here through a creeke a little in-let crawles, A flake no bigger than a ſiſters threed, Which ſets the region of my heart a fire. I had a kingdome once, but am depoſ▪d From all that royaltie of bleſt content, by a confederacle twixt love and frailtie. glories in publik view, but adde to miſerie, Which travailes in unreſt at home. At home? That home Aurelio ſpeakes of, I have loſt, And which is worſe, when I have rowld about, Toild like a pilgrime, round this globe of earth, Wearied with care, and over-worne with age, Lodg'd in the grave, I am not yet at home, There rots but halfe of me, the other part Sleeps, heaven knowes where, would ſhe and I my wife, I meane, but what alas talke I of wife, The woman, would we had together fed On any out-caſt parings, courſe and mouldy, Not liv'd divided thus, I could have beg'd For both, for't had been pitty ſhe ſhould ever Have felt ſo much extremitie.