Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Unnatural Combat · chunk 5 of 37

Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men · Globe
unassigned nearest T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 491 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.

Monsieur Malefort let not your passion so far transport you As to believe from any private malice, r envie to your person you are question'd, for do the suppositions want weight, That do invite us to a strong assurance, Your son. My shame. Pray you hear with patience, ever Without assistance, or sure aids from you, Could with the pirates of Argers and Tunis, ev'n those that you had almost twice defeated, acquire such credit, as with them to be made absolute commander? (pray you observe me) if there had not some contract passed between you, that when occasion served you would join with 'em to the ruin of Marseilles? More, what urged your son to turn Apostate? Had he from the State, or Governor, the least neglect which envy could interpret for a wrong? Or if you slept not in your charge, how could so many ships as do infest our Coast and have in our own Harbour shut our Navy come in unfought with? They put him hardly to it. My Lords, with as much brevity as I can, I'll answer each particular objection with which you charge me. The main ground, on which you raise the building of your accusation, hath reference to my son should I now curse him, or wish in th' agony of my troubled soul, lightning had found him in his mother's womb you'll say is from the purpose, and I therefore betake him to the Devil, and so leaveth him Did never loyal father but myself beget a treacherous issue? was't in me with as much ease to fashion up his mind, as in his generation to form, the organs to his body? must it follow because that he is impious, I am false? I would not boast my actions, yet 'tis lawful to upbraid my benefits to unthankful men. Who sunk the Turkish galleys in the Straights. but Malefort? who rescued the French Merchants, when they were boarded, and stowed under hatches by the Pirats of Argiewhen everie they did expect to be chained to the oar, but your now doubted Admiral? than you filled the air with shouts of joy, and did proclaim when hope had left them, and grim, looked Despair hovered with sail-stretch wings over their heads, to me, as to the Neptune of the Sea, they owed the restitution of their goods, their lives, their liberties. O can it then be probable, my Lords, that he that never became the master of a Pirate ship, but at the main yard hung the Captain up, and caused the rest to be thrown over board, should after all these proofs of deadly hate, so oft expressed against'em, entertain a thought of quarter with'em, but much less (to the perpetual ruin of my glories) to join with them to lift a wicked arm against my mother Country, this Marseilles, which with my prodigal expense of blood I have so oft protected.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Unnatural Combat
AuthorMassinger, Philip
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1624 [1624-1625]
First performance (BritDrama)1626 [summer] [1623-1639]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
TheaterGlobe;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1105 · TCP A07248 · DEEP 923
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 289–356 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 37 in this edition
Length491 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T57 — Ships, merchants and pirates at 0.758
Other seedsseed 43: T62 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Monsieur Malefort et not your passion so farre transport you to believe from any private malice, r envie to your person you are question'd, or doe the suppositions want waight, That doe invite us to a strong assurance, Your sonne. My shame. Pray you heare with patience, ever Without assistance, or sure aids from you, Could with the pirates of Argers and Tun, ev'n those that you had almost twice defeated, acquire such credit, as with them to be made absolute commander? (py you observe me) if there had not some pas'd betweene you, that when occasion v'd you would y with 'em to the ruine of Marcellis? More, what urg'd your sonne to turne Aposta? Had he from the State, or Governour, the least nglect which envie could interpret for a wrong? Or if you slept not in your charge, how could so many ships as doe infest our Coast and have in our owne Harbor shut our Navie come in unfought with? They put him hardly o it. My Lords, with as much brevie as I can, I'll answer each particular objection with which you charge me. The mai ground, on which you raise the building of your accusition, hath reference to my soe should I now curse him, or wish in th' agonie of my troubled soule, lightning had found him in his mothers you'll say is from the purpose, and I therefore betake him to the Devill, and so leaveth Did never loyall father but my selfe beget a treacherous issue? was't in me with as much ease to fashion up his minde, as in his generation to forme, the organs to his body? must it follow because that he is impious, I am false? I would not boast my actions, yet is lawfull to upbraid my benefits to unthankfull men. Who suncke the Turkish gallies in the Scraights. but Malefort? who rescu'd the French , when they were boorded, and stowed under harches by the Pirats of Argiewhen everie they did expect to be chain'd to the oare, but your now doubted Admirall? then you fill'd the aire with shouts of joy, and did proclaime when hope had left them, and grm, look'd Despaire hover'd with saile-stretche wings over their heads, to me, as to the Neptune of the Sea, they ow'd the restitution of their goods, their lives, their liberties. O can it then be probable, my Lords, that he that never became the master of a Pirat ship, but at the maine yard hung the Captaine up, and caus'd the rest to be throwne over boord, should after all these proofes of deadly hae, so oft expres'd against'em, entertaine a thought of quarter with'em, but much lesse (to the perpetuall ruine of my glories) to joyne with them to lift a wicked arme against my mother Countrey, this Marsellis, which with my prodigall expence of bloud I have so oft protected.