Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Maid's Revenge · chunk 23 of 35

Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1626 [licensed for stage, Feb 9] (Annals)
tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.80 · 490 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

How Berin. gone? call up the servants, Ansilva, how was't? Alas Madam, I have not my senses about me, I am so Frighted, visards, and swords, and pistols, but my Lady Berinthia was quickly seized upon, she's gone. What villains durst attempt it? I fear Valasco guilty of this rape. Run one to his lodging presently, it will appear I know he loved her, oh my Lord, my sister Berinthia's lost, How? foot my physic begins to work, i'll come to you presently. Where's Diego? he is missing, run one to his chamber, here's Valasco. It is apparent sir, Valasco's noble. Berinthia's stolen away. Ha? Her Chamber broken ope, and she ta'en thence this night. Confusion stay the thief. So, so, as you were saying, Berinthia was stol'n away by somebody, and— Diego is not in his chamber. Didst break ope the door? I did, and found all empty. How, Diego gone? that's strange, oh it workers again, I'll come to you presently. I do suspect— This some plot of Antonio, Diego, a subtle villain, Confirms himself an instrument by this absence; What thinkest Ansilva? Indeed I heard some of them name Antonio. Seb. Ha? 'tis true upon my soul, oh false Antonio. Unworthy Gentleman. Let none have the honour to revenge, but I the wronged Valasco, let me beg it sir. Antonio, boy up before the day, Upon my blessing I command thee post To Eluas Castle, summon that false man To quit his shameful action, bid him return Thy sister back, whose honour will be lost For ever in't, if he shall dare deny her, Double thy Father's spirit, call him to A strict account, and with thy sword enforce him, Oh I could leap out of my age methinks, And combat him myself: be thine the glory, This stain will never wash off, I feel it settle On all our blood, away, my curse pursue This disobedience. I had an interest in Berinthia, Why have not I commission, I have a sword, Thirsteth to be acquainted with his veins; It is too mean a satisfaction To have her rendered, on his heart I'd write A most just vengeance. Sir she is my sister, I have a sword dares tent A wound as far as any; spare your valour I have a trick to be rid of this fool, my Lord Do you accompany my brother, you I know are valiant. Any whither, I'll make me ready presently. My most unhappy sister. Oh I could surfeit, I am confident Antonio hath her, 'tis revenge beyond My expectation, to close up the eyes Of his Berinthia, dying in his arms, Poisoned maturely, mischief I shall prove Thy constant friend, let weakness virtue love. THe welcom'st guest that ever Eluas had Sister, Villandras you're not sensible what treasure You possess, I have no loves, I would not here divide. Indeed Madam, you're as welcome here, as are my mother was.
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PlayThe Maid's Revenge
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1626 [licensed for stage, Feb 9]
First performance (BritDrama)1626 [Feb]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1111 · TCP A12145 · DEEP 931
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1258–1326 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 35 in this edition
Length490 words · 683 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.800 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
How Berin. gone call up the servants, Ansilva, how wast? Alas Madam, I have not my senses about me, I am so Frighted, vizards, and swords, and pistols, but my Lady Berinthia was quickly seiz'd upon, shees gone. What villaines durst attempt it? I feare Valasco guilty of this rape. Runne one to his lodging presently, it will appeare I know he lov'd her, oh my Lord, my sister Berinthias lost, How? foote my physicke begins to worke, ile come to you presently. Wheres Diego? he is missing, runne one to his chamber, heres Valasco. It is apparant sir, Valascoes noble. Berinthias stolne away. Ha? Her Chamber broken op , and shee tane thence thi night. Confusion stay the theese. So, so, as you were saying, Berinthia was stolene Way by some body, and— Diego is not in his chamber. Didst breake ope the doore? I did, and found all empty. How, Diego gone? thats strange, oh it workers againe, Ile come to you presently. I doe suspect— This some plot of Antonio, Diego, a subtle villaine, Confirmes himselfe an instrument by this absence; What thinkest Ansilva? Indeed I heard some of them name Antonio. Seb. Ha? Tis true upon my soule, oh false Antonio. Vnworthy Gentleman. Let one have the honour to revenge, but I the wrongd Val sco, let me beg it sir. Antonio, boy up before the day, Vpon my blessing I command thee post To Eluas Castle, summon that false man To quit his shamefull action, bid him returne Thy sister backe, whose honour will be lost For ever in't, if he shall dare deny her, Double thy Fathers spirit, call him to A strickt account, and with thy sword enforce him, Oh I could leape out of my age me thinkes, And combat him my selfe be thine the glory, This staine will never wash off, I feele it settle On all our blood, away, my curse pursue This disobedience. I had an interrest in Berinthia, Why have not I commission, I have a sword, Thirsleth to be acquainted with his veines; It is too meane a satisfaction To have her rendred, on his heart Ide write A most just vengence. Sir she is my sister, I have a sword dares tent A wound as farre as any; spare your vallour I have a tricke to be rid of this foole, my Lord Doe you accompany my brother, you I know are va lant. Any whither, Ile make me ready prese tly. My most unhappy sister. Oh I could surfet, I am confident Antonio hath her, tis revenge beyond My expectation, to close up the eyes Of his Berinthia, dying in his armes, Poyson'd maturely, mischiefe I shall prove Thy constant friend, let weakenesse vertue love. THe welcom'st guest that ever Eluas had Sister, Villandras yare not sensible what treasure You po esse, I have no loves, I would not here divide. Indeed Madam, yare as welcome here, as are my mother was.