Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

A New Trick to Cheat the Devil · chunk 33 of 40

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 0.92 · 477 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.

He says true sir, Let all your anger then conclude in this, And bid the Devil take him. A good riddance. I know not how you could dispose him better And empty all your wishes. Well, I am pleased, Employ your best discretions. But where's Nan? Sick in her Chamber, where she keeps her Bed, And dares not thence remove. The worse for her, Yet for our purpose better, as it haps, Because she shall not see him, nor he her; Hark, there's one knocks, 'tis Slightall on my life; Disperse I do entreat, I'll answer him. Where's this Three-headed Dog that keeps Hell gates? He knocks that fain would enter. 'Tis the same, I know him by his roaring. If this, as many men give out, be Hell, Show me the Master? he that keeps the house: Pluto that great grim sir. I am the Lord Of this poor Manor; now, I cannot tell By what hard Fate distressed. Oh, you keep lodgings, And as I understand, the Devil here hath late took up his Inn. My greater grief sir. I would for one night be his Chamber-fellow, Shall I have entertainment, good mine Host? I would not wish you sir. Wish me no wishes, I am the Knight adventurer that would do't: One thing resolve me; hath the Devil your Guest A Horse in the Stable? None sir, I assure you. Then make him pay for's Bed; it is the custom Of every Inn through England. Sir, I know you, And ever wished you to your hearts desire, How well you may remember; if forgot, In you 'tis error, and no fault in me. Which love I thus have studied to requite, To conjure hence your Devil; how appears it? In Feminine shape? Yes, like a woman's sure. But not like Madam Proserpine your wife? No shape else can affright me. I must confess A Devil of her tongue, but no way else sir. Show me my Chamber. This. My lodging. There Command me two fair Tapers, that may last And burn out this night's hell. Instantly. Those, my good sword, this Book, and my bold heart Are Guards sufficient 'gainst a thousand shadows Of no Corporeal essence capable. Here be your Lights. Some wine too, I entreat, 'Tis the best armour to a fainting soul, And then no further trouble. It shall be done. Whom am I to encounter? singly too? Without a second? spirits, or Phantasms? Ghosts being, or imaginary dreams? Not in the comfortable day, and view Of judging eyes, but in the solitude Of melancholy darkness? I'll not think of't, before I find the truth, or mockery. I have brought your Livery. Indeed I must thank you for't? indeed I am your man; now, if you please, Leave me to my adventure. Rest may your Body, And peace possess your thoughts.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayA New Trick to Cheat the Devil
AuthorDavenport, Robert
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1625 [c.1624-1639]
First performance (BritDrama)1626 [1624-1634]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men (?); Lady Elizabeth's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1110 · TCP A19888 · DEEP 928
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2219–2296 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 40 in this edition
Length477 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T26 — Devils, hell and fiends cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.919 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 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)
He ſayes true ſir, Let all your anger then conclude in this, And bid the Divell take him. A good riddance. I know not how you could diſpoſe him better And empty all your wiſhes. Well, I am pleaſ'd, Employ your beſt diſcretions. But where's Nan? Sicke in her Chamber, where ſhe keepes her Bed, And dares not thence remove. The worſe for her, Yet for our purpoſe better, as it happes, Becauſe ſhe ſhall not ſee him, nor he her; Harke, there's one knocks, 'tis Slightall on my life; Diſperſe I doe entreat, Ile anſwer him. Where's this Three-headed Dog that keeps Hell gates? He knockes that faine would enter. 'Tis the ſame, I know him by his roaring. If this, as many men give out, be Hell, Shew me the Maſter? he that keepes the houſe: Pluto that great grim ſir. I am the Lord Of this poore Mannour; now, I cannot tell By what hard Fate diſtreſſ'd. Oh, you keepe lodgings, And as I underſtand, the Divell here hath late tooke up his Inne. My greater griefe ſir. I would for one night be his Chamber-fellow, Shall I have entertainment, good mine Hoſt? I would not wiſh you ſir. Wiſh me no wiſhes, I am the Knight adventurer that would doe't: One thing reſolve me; hath the Divell your Gueſt A Horſe in the Stable? None ſir, I aſſure you. Then make him pay for's Bed; it is the cuſtome Of every Inne through England. Sir, I know you, And ever wiſh'd you to your hearts deſire, How well you may remember; if forgot, In you 'tis errour, and no fault in me. Which love I thus have ſtudied to requite, To conjure hence your Divell; how appeares it? In Feminine ſhape? Yes, like a womans ſure. But not like Madam Proſerpine your wife? No ſhape elſe can affright me. I muſt confeſſe A Divell of her tongue, but no way elſe ſir. Shew me my Chamber. This. My lodging. There Command me two faire Tapers, that may laſt And burne out this nights hell. Inſtantly. Thoſe, my good ſword, this Booke, and my bold heart Are Guards ſufficient 'gainſt a thouſand ſhadowes Of no Corporeall eſſence capable. Here be your Lights. Some wine too, I entreat, 'Tis the beſt armour to a fainting ſoule, And then no further trouble. It ſhall be done. Whom am I to encounter? ſingly too? Without a ſecond? ſpirits, or Fantaſmes? Ghoſts being, or imaginary dreames? Not in the comfortable day, and view Of judging eyes, but in the ſolitude Of melancholy darkaneſſe? Ile not thinke of't, before I find the truth, or mockery. I have brought your Livery. Indeed I muſt thank you for't? indeed I am your man; now, if you pleaſe, Leave me to my adventure. Reſt may your Body, And peace poſſeſſe your thoughts.