Davenport, Robert · published 1639 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1624-1639] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?) T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.82 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
His approach was fortunate and happy. Then speak freely, Didst ever in thy life time meet a friend, Whose word, assured trust, and constancy Could rank with mine in all things? Never any; but what may this infer? Proof of thy gratitude, or to be termed unthankful. Speak wherein. Wilt thou in mere Requital of so many, do to me one fair Office? First propose it, and then expect an answer. There's a house haunted with a she spirit, one of my Servants, and Kitchen maids in Hell, employed by me For some known causes, who hath played such pranks there No man's so bold dares lodge within the room, This bed would I have thee to undertake. To send me to Hell before my day? your plot is too apparent. Still amiss; have not I power o'er all my creatures there To limit and command them? art not thou One of our house by Indenture? though to them She appeared ghastly, horrid, and deformed, To thee she shall seem fair and beautiful, No whit inferior to that Grecian Queen, That launched 1000. Ships from Aulis Gulf, And brought them to the fatal siege of Troy. Make but this good, I'll do't. And so confirm thee A Minion to the mighty Belzebub, And great in our black Kingdom. BUt was he so perverse and peremptory? He braved necessity, and outfaced want, And took my proffered largesse in such scorn, As he had been some great king's Treasurer; My bounty he defied with shaking pockets, The noise whereof deafened and seemed to drown The sound of my despised Charity; Some pieces I would willingly have given. Which would he not receive? Merely refused, And with a haughty and contemplative smile, Instead of grateful thanks, proudly demanded if I would Sell my Lordship. Did you suffer it? While I could limit patience I forbore, To chastise him with an ungentle hand; But when I found no bounds in his distaste, But that it still exceeded Law and compass, I thought to chastise his ingratitude; And did it with my Sword. 'Twas bravely done. I think we made him fly, for I am sure some there Gave shameful ground. But leaving that, How doth my Daughter relish you of late? Do you not find her coming? affable, as any courteous maid alive can be, To whom I did discover these proceedings, Which she seemed well to relish. Doubt not then, all will be to our wishes; One thing only, which sads me when I think of't. Pray what's that? To think my house should be so strangely troubled In dead of Night. It is prodigious sure. And that I fear it is my Mother's Spirit, Who for some unknown causes restless walks, As one not sleeping in her quiet grave; 'Tis this that moves me deeply. I have sent To one Friar Bernand, a Religious man, And Tutor to Friar Iohn, to learn from him the depth of This concealment; and see, in happy time Treatwell's returned
Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1110 · TCP A19888 · DEEP 928
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 2074–2146 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 40 in this edition
Length
504 words · 672 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.823 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
His approach was fortunate and happy. Then ſpeake freely, Did'ſt ever in thy life time meete a friend, Whoſe word, aſſured truſt, and conſtancy Could ranke with mine in all things? Never any; but what may this inferre? Proofe of thy gratitude, or to be term'd unthankefull. Speake wherein. Wilt thou in meere Requitall of ſo many, doe to me one faire Office? Firſt propoſe it, and then expect an anſwer. There's a houſe haunted with a ſhe ſpirit, one of my Servants, and Kitchin maides in Hell, employ'd by me For ſome knowne cauſes, who hath play'd ſuch prankes there No man's ſo bold dares lodge within the roome, This bed would I have thee to undertake. To ſend me to Hell before my day? your plot is too apparant. Still amiſſe; have not I power o're al my creatures there To limit and command them? art not thou One of our houſe by Indenture? though to them Shee appear'd gaſtly, horrid, and deform'd, To thee ſhe ſhall ſeeme faire and beautifull, No whit inferiour to that Graecian Queene, That launcht 1000. Ships from Aulis Gulfe, And brought them to the fatall ſiege of Troy. Make but this good, Ile do't. And ſo confirme thee A Minyon to the mighty Belzebub, And great in our blacke Kingdome. BUt was he ſo perverſe and peremptory? He brav'd neceſſity, and outfac'd want, And tooke my proffer'd largeſſe in ſuch ſcorne, As he had bin ſome great Kings Treaſurer; My bounty he defy'd with ſhaking pockets, The noiſe whereof deafned and ſeem'd to drowne The ſound of my deſpiſed Charity; Some pieces I would willingly have given. Which would he not receive? Meerely refuſ'd, And with a haughty and contemplative ſmile, Inſtead of gratefull thankes, proudly demanded if I would Sell my Lordſhip. Did you ſuffer it? While I could limit patience I forbore, To chaſtiſe him with an ungentle hand; But when I found no bounds in his diſtaſt, But that it ſtill exceeded Law and compaſſe, I thought to chaſtiſe his ingratitude; And did it with my Sword. 'Twas bravely done. I thinke we made him fly, for I am ſure ſome there Gave ſhamefull ground. But leaving that, How doth my Daughter reliſh you of late? Doe you not finde her comming? Affible, as any courteous maid alive can be, To whom I did diſcover theſe proceedings, Which ſhe ſeem'd well to reliſh. Doubt not then, all will be to our wiſhes; One thing onely, which ſadds me when I thinke of't. Pray what's that? To thinke my houſe ſhould be ſo ſtrangely troubled In dead of Night. It is prodigious ſure. And that I feare it is my Mothers Spirit, Who for ſome unknowne cauſes reſtleſſe walkes, As one not ſleeping in her quiet grave; 'Tis this that moves me deepely. I have ſent To one Frier Bernand, a Religious man, And Tutor to Frier Iohn, to learne from him the depth of This concealement; and ſee, in happy time Treatwell's return'd