Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Imperiale · chunk 9 of 28

Freeman, Ralph · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 (Annals)
not in BritDrama
unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 491 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T6: money, master, pound, law, lawyer, chain, gentleman, gold, pay, pray.

Noble Molosso, such thy virtues make thee, Proceed with Courage in thy enterprise, Which i'll not press to know▪ till the event, But by implicit trust freely declare What confidence I mean to place in thee; And take from me this just encouragement To rest assured, thy service hath not met With an ungrateful master: I shall never Forgive my late credulity, that meant T'have added to his former punishment. HE's now made sure, I must with speed find out Young Spinola, and speak with Sango too, Behold'em both together, 'twill succeed; See where Molosso comes, sir. O 'tis he. How is't Moloss? thy face hath business in't I would thou wert at leisure. My toiled body Will not admit a cheerful countenance; But I can throw of care if you command. Wouldst thou embrace redemption? Ask me whether I would not wish some shade if I were broiled Upon the Libyan Sands, where Cancer reigns: But Sir if I mistake not, you sustain A greater servitude, yet seek not freedom. Thou wouldst persuade me to shake off Loves fetters. Rather to change them into chains of gold, To wealth and ornament; it may be done Without your Chemical projection. Thou shouldst not stand in need of that t'enrich thee, Could this b'effected. Sir, I have no art, Nor leisure to discourse, but I have heard There is by fare an opportunity Allotted every man, to make him rich And happy too, provided he take hold, And I am confident that's offered you. What? to enjoy divine Angelica? No treasure else can make me rich or happy. When she is brought into your own possession, You can but blame yourself, if she depart. I shall destroy myself if then she scape, But how? prithee convey thy joyful news Into me by a reverend secrecy, That I may be all ear, while thou art whispering. What plot should this be now? I long to know, Molosso doubts some accident may happen Upon his Master's death, and wisely seeks To gain a friend, under whose safe protection He may be sheltered from a sudden storm; I have an equal share in the success Of his designs; his preservation's mine, And therefore need not be inquisitive, Th' assured fate of his obdurate Lord May make that good he promiseth; the daughter, If once the Father were removed, perhaps Would entertain new thoughts, methinks she should Be sensible of Dorias neglects: Who can condemn this young man's hot desire? Were I as free, as noble as himself, I should most willingly become her slave, And I do hate my forc't condition For no one ill so much, as that it brings Despair of such transcendent happiness I'm ravished with it, 'tis the sprightful child Of thine own brain, and will not brook delay. That's true: I'll see that all things be prepared: If the least wheel be out of frame, the watch Is altogether useless.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayImperiale
AuthorFreeman, Ralph
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1639
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1106 · TCP A01253 · DEEP 924
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 528–597 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 28 in this edition
Length491 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T6 — Money, debt and credit at 0.792
Other seedsseed 43: T27 · seed 44: T21 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Noble Moloſſo, ſuch thy virtues make thee, Proceed with Courage in thy enterprize, Which i'le not preſſe to know▪ till the event, But by implicit truſt freelie declare What confidence I meane to place in thee; And take from me this iuſt incouragement To reſt aſſur'd, thy ſervice hath not met With an ungratefull maſter: I ſhall never Forgive my late credulitie, that meant T'have added to his former puniſhment. HE's now made ſure, I muſt with ſpeed find out Yong Spinola, and ſpeake with Sango too, Behold'um both together, t'will ſucced; See where Moloſſo comes, ſir. O t'is hee. How is't Moloſſ? thy face hath buſines in't I would thou wert at leaure. My toil'd body Will not admit a cheerefull countenance; But I can throw of care if you command. Wouldſt thou embrace redemption? Aske me whether I would not wiſh ſome ſhade if I were broil'd Vpon the Libian Sands, where Cancer raignes: But Sir if I miſtake not, you ſuſtaine A greater ſervitude, yet ſeeke not freedome. Thou wouldſt perſwade me to ſhake off Loves fetters. Rather to change them into chaines of gold, To wealth and ornament; it may be done Without your Chimicall projection. Thou ſhouldſt not ſtand in need of that t'inrich thee, Could this b'effected. Sir, I have no art, Nor leiſure to diſcourſe, but I have heard There is by fare an opportunity Allotted every man, to make him rich And happy too, provided he take hold, And I am confident that's offer'd you. What? to enjoy divine Angelica? No treaſure elſe can make me rich or happy. When ſhe is brought into your own poſſeſſion, You can but blame your ſelfe, if ſhe depart. I ſhall deſtroy my ſelfe if then ſhe ſcape, But how? prithy convey thy joyfull newes Into me by a reverend ſecrecie, That I may be all eare, while thou art whiſpering. What plot ſhould this be now? I long to know, Moloſſo doubts ſome accident may happen Vpon his Maſters death, and wiſely ſeekes To gaine a friend, under whoſe ſafe protection He may be ſheltred from a ſudden ſtorme; I have an equall ſhare in the ſucceſſe Of his deſignes; his preſervation's mine, And therefore need not be inquiſitive, Th' aſſured fate of his obdurate Lord May make that good hee promiſeth; the daughter, If once the Father were remov'd▪ perhaps Would entertaine new thoughts, me thinks ſhe ſhould Be ſenſible of Dorias neglects: Who can condemne this yong mans hot deſire? Were I as free, as noble as himſelfe, I ſhould moſt willingly become her ſlave, And I doe hate my forc't condition For no one ill ſo much, as that it brings Deſpaire of ſuch tranſcendent happineſſe I'me raviſht with it, 'tis the ſprightfull childe Of thine owne braine, and will not brook delay. That's true: I'le ſee that all things be prepar'd: If the leaſt wheele be out of frame, the watch Is altogether uſeleſſe.