Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Sophister (Fallacy, or The Troubles of Great Hermenia) · chunk 31 of 32

Zouche, Richard · published 1639 · first performed or written 1614 [c.1614-1620] (Annals)
comedy
unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 483 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.

Shall I expect you here? Yes, by all means let me know where to find you. So, this makes me think what I shall be, careless what I am, and forgetful what I was, I seem half invested in my hopes already. Those sword and buckler fellows I hope will never get his favour more: and now the joys of Hermenia, are not equal to those in my bosom. I would the proudest enemy I have would find me in this fashion, Oh I could look upon them most disdainfully— will nobody come. Was it not told us that Fallacy was here? And here is somebody; he, or his shadow 'Tis Ambiguity. Sirrah, where is your Master Fallacy? Lord Fallacy, my master, is not here; His leisure serves not ordinary comers; But if you have some earnest suit to him, My means may prove your chiefest furtherance. We thank you Sir, but we must speak with him. You thank me, what unmannerly and untaught grooms are these, how unacquainted with the phrase and method of the court, I looked they should have answered in a language better understood of great men's favourites. And must you speak with him? I know no business of men of your fashion, but I may have the the hearing of it, suffice it you, I will vouchsafe you answer. Sir if you will needs know our business. Of Capital Treason, we arrest you here, As conscious of all those vild designs, Which 'gainst our Sovereign and his worthy sons, Against this state, and those distressed Ladies Of poor Verona, late have been contrived By Fallacy and you his damned creature. What, mean you as you speak? Yes, and ere we leave you, we will teach you to speak as you mean. Equivocating shall not serve your turn. Hath Fallacy used me thus, and forsaken me in my extremity. Come, let us have him to our Sovereign. He shall examine him himself. Stay, here comes his Majesty. Now honourable friends, our realm and we Rest much obliged to your happy loves, And so may those ill fortunes prove the last Instructions of your frail infirmity. As we in service to you, and your state, Intend to make some satisfaction. Sir, our respect to you, our love to yours, Makes all that can be found within our power Seem but as tribute and deserved duty. And you young Lord, whose vild imprisonment Adds much unto the burden of my wrong, I hope will not conceive amiss of us, Who tenderly affect you, as our own. May it please you, now I am returned again so safe, I would not for any thing but have been shut up where I was, I have seen more than ever I did before. I easily believe it, what, Distinction, have you the Keys? I have gracious Lord. And cannot Fallacy as yet be found.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Sophister (Fallacy, or The Troubles of Great Hermenia)
AuthorZouche, Richard
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1614 [c.1614-1620]
First performance (BritDrama)1620 [1610-1631]
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1102 · TCP A15873 · DEEP 919
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1336–1379 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 32 in this edition
Length483 words · 622 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T46 — Swords, quarrels and valour at 0.738
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)
Shall I expect you here? Yes, by all meanes let me know where to finde you. So, this makes me think what I shall be, carelesse what I am, and forgetfull what I was, I seem halfe invested in my hopes already. Those sword and buckler fellowes I hope will never get his favour more: and now the joyes of Hermenia, are not equall to those in my bosome. I would the proudest enemy I have would finde me in this fashion, Oh I could looke upon them most disdainfully—will no body come. Was it not told us that Fallacy was here? And here is some body; he, or his shadow 'Tis Ambiguity. Sirrah, where is your Master Fallacy? Lord Fallacy, my master, is not here; His leisure serves not ordinary commers; But if you have some earnest suite to him, My meanes may prove your chiefest furtherance. We thanke you Sir, but we must speake with him. You thank me, what unmannerly and untaught grooms are these, how unacquainted with the phrase and methode of the court, I lookd they should have answer'd in a language better understood of great mens favourites. And must you speak with him? I know no businesse of men of your fashion, but I may have the the hearing of it, suffice it you, I will vouchsafe you answere. Sir if you will needs know our businesse. Of Capitall Treason, we arrest you here, As conscious of all those vilde designes, Which gainst our Soveraigne and his worthy sonnes, Against this state, and those distressed Ladyes Of poore Verona, late have beene contriv'd By Fallacy and you his damned creature. What, meane you as you speake? Yes, and ere we leave you, we will teach you to speake as you meane. Equivocating shall not serve your turne. Hath Fallacy us'd me thus, and forsaken me in my extremity. Come, let us have him to our Soveraigne. He shall examine him himselfe. Stay, here comes his Majesty. Now honourable friends, our realme and we Rest much obliged to your happy loves, And so may those ill fortunes prove the last Instructions of your fraile infirmity. As we in service to you, and your state, Intend to make some satisfaction. Sir, our respect to you, our love to yours, Makes all that can be found within our power Seem but as tribute and deserved duty. And you young Lord, whose vilde imprisonment Adds much unto the burthen of my wrong, I hope will not conceive amisse of us, Who tenderly affect you, as our owne. May it please you, now I am return'd againe so safe, I would not for any thing but have been shut up where I was, I have seen more then ever I did before. I easily beleeve it, what, Distinction, have you the Keyes? I have gracious Lord. And cannot Fallacy as yet be found.