Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Unnatural Combat · chunk 21 of 37

Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men · Globe
unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 483 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.

(As by your groom you made me understand) I was unworthy to sit at your table, Among these tissues, and embroideries, Unless I changed my habit, I have done it, And show myself in that which I have worn In the heat and fervour of a bloody fight, And then it was in fashion, not as now Ridiculous, and despised, this hath passed through A wood of pikes, and every one aimed at it, Yet scorned to take impression from their fury With this, as still you see it fresh and new I have charged through fire that would have singed your sables Black fox, and ermins, and changed the proud colour Of Skatlet though of the right tyrian die; But now as if the trappings made the man, such only are Admired that come adorned With what's no part of them, this is mine own My richest suit, a suit I must not part from, But not regarded now, and yet remember 'tis we that bring you in the means of feasts, Banquets, and revels, which when you possess, With barbarous ingratitude you deny us To be made sharers in the harvest, which Our sweat and industry reaped, and sowed for you. The silks you wear, we with our blood spin for you; This massy plate, that with the ponderous weight Does make your cupboards crack, we (unaffrighted With tempests, or the long and tedious way, Or dreadful monsters of the deep, that wait With open jaws still ready to devour us) Fetch from the other world. Let it not then In after ages to your shame be spoken, That you wish no relenting eyes look on Our wants that feed your plenty; or consume In prodigal, and wanton gifts on Drones The kingdom's treasure, yet detain from us. The debt that with the hazard of our lives, We have made you stand engaged for: or force us Against all civil government in armour To require that, which with all willingness Should be tendered, ere demanded. I commend This wholesome sharpness in you, and prefer it Before obsequious tameness, it shows lovely: Nor shall the rain of your good counsel fall Upon the barren sands, but spring up fruit Such as you long have wished for. And the rest Of your profession like you discontented For want of means, shall in their present payment Be bound to praise your boldness: and hereafter I will take order you shall have no cause, For want of change to put your armour on But in the face of an enemy; not as now Among your friends. To that which is due to you, To furnish you like yourself, of mine own bounty I'll add five hundred crowns. I to my power Will follow the example. Take this Captain, 'tis all my present store, but when you please, Command me further. I could wish it more.
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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 1400–1461 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 37 in this edition
Length483 words · 607 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T8 — Captains, gallants and cheats at 0.855
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)
(As by your groome you made me understand) I was unworthy to sit at your table, Among these tissues, and imbroideries, Unlesse I chang'd my habit, I have done it, And show my selfe in that which I have worne In the heate and servor of a bloudy fight, And then it was in fashion, not as now Ridiculous, and despis'd, this hath past through A wood of pikes, and every one aim'd at it, Yet scornd to take impression from their fury Wih this, as still you see it fresh and new I have charg'd through fire that would have sing'd your sables Blacke fox, and ermins, and chang'd the proud colour Of Skatlet though of the right Tirian die; But now as if the trappings made the man, such only are Admir'd that come adorn'd With what's no part of them, this is mine owne My richest suit, a suite I must not part from, But not regarded now, and yet remember Tis we that bring you in the meanes of feasts, Banquets, and revels, which when you possesse, With barbarous ingratitude you deny us To be made sharers in the harvest, which Our sweat and industrie reap'd, and sow'd for you. The silks you weare, we with our bloud spin for you; This massie plate, that with the ponderous waight Does make your cupboods crack, we (unaffrighted With tempests, or the long and tedious way, Or dreadfull monsters of the deepe, that wait With open jawes still ready to devoure us) Fetch from the other world. Let it not then In after ages to your shame be spoken, That you wih no relenting eyes looke on Our wants that feed your plentie; or consume In prodigall, and wanton gifts on Drones The Kingdomes treasure, yet draine from us. The debt that with the hazard of our lives, We have made you stand ingag'd for: or force us Against all civill government in armour To require that, which with all willingnesse Should be tender'd, ere demanded. I commend This wholsome sharpnesse in you, and prefer it Bfore obsequious tamenesse, it shewes lovely: No shall the raine of your good counsell fall Upon the barren sands, but spring p fruit Such as you long have wisht for. And the rest Of your profession like you discontented For want of meanes, shall in ther present payment Be bund to prase your bldnesse: and hereafter I will take order you shll have no cause, For want of change to put your armour on But in the face of an enemie; not as now Among your friends. To that which is due to you, To furnish you like your selfe, of mine owne bountle I'll adde five hundred crownes. I to my power Will follow the example. Take this Captaine, Tis ll my present store, but when you please, Command me further. I could wish it more.