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 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Now I have't; Upon my life the Devil can be no better; she the illusive Spirit by whom this room was haunted, contracted Now unto yond desperate Ruffian. But this troubles me, the Fury should assume no other Shape but her fair Angel beauty. Even for that, great reason too, would I could understand it. Because he was enamoured first on her, The more to tempt him, she assumed that shape, Whom else could she so fitly personate? Nay go together, you have my consent, I'll ne'er forbid the Banes. Much joy unto you, good troth nor I. The Devil give you good of't. And so the Devil doth, for your kind consent my Lord I thank you, And gentle wife for yours. And, next my Father, I hold it my fit duty, thanks to both. Let me leap down the next way, for the contract I vow to break. But Mistress, that's the next way To break your neck, and keep the contract firm; The Staircase will do better. Thus o'er reached? Fooled and deluded? give me way my Lord, For I will down among them. Hie to shelter, for there's a storm coming. That you are man, this woman, I am rapt And ecstasied in brain, but cannot yet Unwrap my senses from this wondrous maze; This sudden light of knowledge so much dazzles, That in my judgement I am blinded quite, And know not how to free me. That anon, my Daughter making known your Deep despair, your help I studied both of purse and brain, And fearing a lost soul, I then turned Devil, To prove your better Angel; talk with her, For I must arm for thunder. Was this a marriage in the devil's name? Yes, and his Dam in presence; she looked on. That your she Lamia? Yes, my sweet wench Nan. Were you sick with a vengeance? But I told you I should be well by Midnight; So good Mother I feel myself I am well, never better Shall I be plain, my Lord? I crave your pardon, Wife, for your rage I am armed, yes, If thou couldst encounter with flesh-hooks, and with Firebrands; for I tell thee I am practised in the Devil: but to you, my Lord, I passed my faith unto this Gentleman, Had it been done to you I ne'er had broke it. Sir you speak nobly; What must be, must be: it is in the will of Heaven, And I am well pleased with it. And am I overreached? well Slightall, My blessing on thee, she's thine. Mother, my Knee in duty bows thus low: My Lord, your hand, I hope no Malice harbours in your heart. I hope you'll not imagine't. Sir I do not; and all I hope are pleased. we are. If these be so, we then are happy, We are new wedded, you are our chief Guest, Though once my Rival, now you are my friend: My fortune thus all malice hath defeated, And by a new trick the Grand Devil cheated.
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 2725–2793 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 40 in this edition
Length
509 words · 665 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.824 (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)
Now I have't; Upon my life the Divell can be no better; ſhe the illuſive Spirit by whom this roome was haunted, contracted Now unto yon deſperate Ruffian. But this troubles me, the Fury ſhould aſſume no other Shape but her faire Angell beauty. Even for that, great reaſon too, would I could underſtand it. Becauſe he was enamoured firſt on her, The more to tempt him, ſhe aſſum'd that ſhape, Whom elſe could ſhe ſo fitly perſonate? Nay goe together, you have my conſent, Ile ne're forbid the Banes. Much joy unto you, good troth nor I. The Divell give you good of't. And ſo the Divell doth, for your kind conſent my Lord I thanke you, And gentle wife for yours. And, next my Father, I hold it my fit duty, thankes to both. Let me leape downe the next way, for the contract I vow to breake. But Miſtris, that's the next way To breake your necke, and keepe the contract firme; The Staire-caſe will doe better. Thus o're reach'd? Fool'd and deluded? give me way my Lord, For I will downe among them. Hye to ſhelter, for there's a ſtorme comming. That you are man, this woman, I am rapt And extaſy'd in braine, but cannot yet Unwrappe my ſences from this wondrous maze; This ſuddaine light of knowledge ſo much dazels, That in my judgement I am blinded quite, And know not how to free me. That anon, my Daughter making knowne your Deepe diſpaire, your helpe I ſtudied both of purſe and braine, And fearing a loſt ſoule, I then turn'd Divell, To prove your better Angell; talke with her, For I muſt arme for thunder. Was this a marriage in the Divells name? Yes, and his Dam in preſence; ſhe lookt on. That your ſhee Lamia? Yes, my ſweet wench Nan. Were you ſicke with a vengeance? But I told you I ſhould be well by Midnight; So good Mother I feele my ſelfe I am well, never better Shall I be plaine, my Lord? I crave your pardon, Wife, for your rage I am arm'd, yes, If thou could'ſt encounter with Fleſh-hookes, and with Fire-brands; for I tell thee I am practiſ'd in the Divell: but to you, my Lord, I paſſ'd my faith unto this Gentleman, Had it beene done to you I ne're had broke it. Sir you ſpeake nobly; What muſt bee, muſt be: it is in the will of Heaven, And I am well pleaſ'd with it. And am I over-reach'd? well Slightall, My bleſſing on thee, ſhe's thine. Mother, my Knee in duty bowes thus low: My Lord, your hand, I hope no Malice harbours in your heart. I hope you'le not imagine't. Sir I doe not; and all I hope are pleaſ'd. Wee are. If theſe be ſo, we then are happy, We are new wedded, you are our chiefe Gueſt, Though once my Rivall, now you are my friend: My fortune thus all malice hath defeated, And by a new trike the Grand Divell cheated.