Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Unnatural Combat · chunk 20 of 37

Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men · Globe
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 480 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.

May we know her name Sir? You shall, I will not choose a foreign Queens, Nor yet our own, for that would relish of Tame flattery; nor do their height of title, Or absolute power confirm their worth and goodness, These being heavens gifts and frequently conferred On such as are beneath 'em; nor will I Name the king Mistress howsoever she In his esteem may carry it, but if I, As wine gives liberty, may use my freedom; Not swayed this way, or that with confidence, (And I will make it good on any equal) If it must be to her, whose outward form Is bettered by the beauty of her mind, She lives not that with justice can pretend An interest to this so sacred health, But my fair daughter. He that only doubts it, I do pronounce a villain, this to her then. What may we think of this? It matters not. For my part I will soothe him rather than Draw on a quarrel, Chamont. 'tis the safest course, and one I mean to follow. It has gone round Sir. Now you have done her right, if there be any Worthy to second this, propose it boldly, I am your pledge. let's pause here if you please, And entertain the time with something else, Music there in some lofty strain, the song too That I gave order for; the new one called The soldiers' delight? The song ended: enter Belgarde in armour a case of Carbines by his side. Who stops me now? Or who dares only say that I appear not In the most rich and glorious habit that Renders a man complete? what court so set off With state and ceremonious pomp, but thus Accoutred I may enter? or what feast Though all the elements at once were ransacked, To store it with variety transcending The curiousness, and cost, on Traian's birth day, (Where princes only, and confederate kings Did sit as guests, served, and attended on By the senators of Rome, sat with a soldier In this his natural, and proper shape Might not and boldly fill a seat, and by His present make the great solemnity More honoured and remarkable? 'tis acknowledged, And this a grace done to me unexpected. But why in armour? What's the mystery? Pray you reveal that. soldiers out of action, That very rare, but like unbidden guests Bring their stools with 'em, for their own defence, At court should feed in gauntlets, they may have Their fingers cut else; there your carpet knights, That never charged beyond a mistress lips, Are still most keen, and valiant, but to you Whom it does most concern, my Lord, I will Address my speech, and with a soldier's freedom In my reproof return the bitter scoff, You threw upon my poverty, you contemned My courser outside, and from that concluded,
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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 1334–1399 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 37 in this edition
Length480 words · 606 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.749
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)
May wee know her name Sir? You shall, I will not choose a forraigne Queenes, Nor yet our owne, for that would relish of Tame flattery; nor doe their height of title, Or absolute power confirme their worth and goodnesse, These being heavens gifts and frequently confer'd On such as are beneath em; nor will I Name the king Mistresse howsoever shee In his esteeme may carry it, but if I As wine gives liberty, may s my freedome; Not swayd this way, or that with confidence, (And I will make it good on any equall) If it must be to her, whose outward forme Is better'd by the beauty of her minde, She lives not that with justice can pretend An interest to this so sacred health, But my faire daughter. He that only doubts it, I doe pronounce a villain, this to her then. What may we thinke of this? It matters not. For my part I will sooth him rather then Draw on a quarrell, Chamont. Tis the safest course, and one I mean to follow. It has gone round Sir. Now you have done her right, if there be any Worthy to second this, propose it bouldly, I am your pledge. Lets pause here if you please, And entertaine the time with something else, Musicke there in some lofty straine, the song too That I gave order for; the new one cald The souldiers delight? The song ended: enter Belgarde in armor a case of Crbies by his side. Who stops mee now? Or who dares only say that I appeare not In the most rich and glorious habit that Renders a man compleate? what court so set off With state and ceremonious pompe, but thus Accoutred I may enter? or what feast Though all the elements at once were ransack'd, To store it with varietie transcending The curiousnesse, and cost, on Traians birth day, (Where princes only, and confederat kings Did sit as ghests, serv'd, and attended on By the senators of Rome, sat with a souldier In this his naturall, and proper shape Might not and bouldly fill a seat, and by His present make the great solemnity More honour'd and remarkeable? Tis acknowledg'd, And this a grace done to me unexpected. But why in armor? What's the mysterie? Pray you reveale that. Souldiers out of action, That very rare, but like unbidden ghests Bring their stooles withem, for their owne defence, At court should feed in gauntles, they may have Their fingers cut else; there your carpet knights, That never charg'd beyond a mistresse lips, Are still most keene, and valiant, but to you Whom it does most concem, my Lord, I will Addresse my speech, and with a souldiers freedome In my reproofe returne the bitter scoffe, You threw upon my poverty, you contemn'd My courser outside, and from that concluded,