Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Unnatural Combat · chunk 13 of 37

Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men · Globe
unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 498 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.

he's an enemy To goodness and to virtue, that dares think There's any other thing within our power to give, Which you in justice may not boldly challenge. And as your own, for we will ever be At your devotion. Much honoured Sir, And you my noble Lords, I can say only, The greatness of your favours overwhelm me, And like too large a sail, for the small bark Of my poor merits, sinks me. That I stand Upright in your opinions, is an honour Exceeding my deserts, I having done Nothing but what in duty I stood bound to: And to expect a recompense were base, Good deeds being ever in themselves rewarded. Yet since your liberal bounties tell me that I may with your allowance be a Suitor, To you my Lord I am an humble one, And must ask that, which known, I fear you will Censure me over. bold. It must be something Of a strange nature, if it find from me Denial or delay. Thus then my Lord, Since you encourage me: You are happy in A worthy son, and all the comfort that Fortune has left me is one daughter; now If it may not appear too much presumption, To seek to match my lowness with your height, I should desire (and if I may obtain it, I write Nilultra to my largest hopes) She may in your opinion be thought worthy To be received into your family, And married to your son: their years are equal, And their desires I think too, she is not ignoble, not my state contemptible, And if you think me worthy your alliance, 'Tis all I do aspire to. You demand That which with all the service of my life I should have laboured to obtain from you. O, Sir, why are you slow to meet so fair And noble an offer? Can France show a virgin That may be paralleled with her? Is she not The Phoenix of the time? the fairest star In the bright sphere of women? Be not raped so: Though I dislike not what is motioned, yet In what so near concerns me, it is fit I should proceed with judgement. Here she comes, Look on her with impartial eyes, and then Let envy if it can, name one graced feature In which she is defective. Welcome Girl: My joy, my comfort, my delight, my all, Why dost thou come to greet my victory In such a sable habit? this showed well When thy father was a prisoner, and suspected; but now his faith and loyalty are admired, Rather than doubted, in your outward garments You are to express the joy you feel within; Nor should you with more curiousness and care, Pace to the Temple to be made a Bride, Than now, when all men's eyes are fixed upon you, You should appear to entertain the honour From me descending to you, and in which You have an equal share.
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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 867–935 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 37 in this edition
Length498 words · 605 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.843
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)
Hee's an enemie To goodnesse and to vertue, that dares thinke There's any other thing within our power to give, Which you in justice may not boldly challenge. And as your owne, for we will ever be At your devotion. Much honour'd Sir, And you my noble Lords, I can say onely, The greatnesse of your favours overwhelme me, And like too large a saile, for the small barke Of my poore merits, sinks me. That I stand Vpright in your opinions, is an honour Exceeding my deserts, I having done Nothing but what in dutie I stood bound to: And to expect a recompence were base, Good deeds being ever in themselves rewarded. Yet since your liberall bounties tell me that I may with your allowance be a Suitor, To you my Lord I am an humble one, And must aske that, which knowne, I feare you will Censure me over. bold. It must be something Of a strange nature, if it finde from me Deniall or delay. Thus then my Lord, Since you encourage me: You are happie in A worthy sonne, and all the comfort that Fortune has left me is one daughter; now If it may not appeare too much presumption, To seeke to match my lownesse with your height, I should desire (and if I may obtaine it, I write Nilultra to my largest hopes) She may in your opinion be thought worthy To be receiv'd into your family, And married to your sonne: their yeares are equall, And their desires I thinke too, she is not noble, not my state contemptible, And if you thinke me worthy your alliance, is all I doe aspire to. You demand That which with all the service of my life I should have labour'd to obtaine from you. O, Sir, why are you slow to meet fo faire And noble an offer? Can France shew a virgin That may be parallel'd with her? Is she not The Phoenix of the time? the fairest star In the bright sphere of women? Be not rap'd so: Though I dislike not what is motion'd, yet In what so neere concernes me, it is fit I should proceed with judgement. Here she comes, Looke on her with impartiall eyes, and then Let envie if it can, name one grac'd feature In which she is defective. Welcome Girle: My joy, my comfort, my delight, my all, Why dost thou come to greet my victorie such a sable habit? this shew'd well When thy father was a prisoner, and suspected; ut now his faith and loyaltie are admir'd, Rather than doubted, in your outward garments You are to expresse the joy you feele within; Nor should you with more curiousnesse and care, Pace to the Temple to be made a Bride, Than now, when all mens eyes are fixt upon you, You should appeare to entertaine the honour From me descending to you, and in which You have an equall share.