Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Bloody Banquet · chunk 17 of 28

Dekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1617-1639] (Annals)
tragedy · Queen Anne's Men (?)
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 508 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

I would not taste of such a Banquet to feel that which follows it, For the love of an Empress. 'tis more dangerous to be a lecher Than to enter upon a breach; yet how securely he munches His thoughts are sweeter than the very meats before him: He little dreams of his destruction; His horrible fearful ruin which cannot be withstood, The end of Venery is disease or blood I have not known one happier for his pleasure Than in that state we are; 'tis a strange trick, And sweetly carried; by this light a delicate creature, And should have a good face if all hit right; For they that have good bodies and bad faces Were all mismatched, and made up in blind places. The wind and tide serve sir, you have lighted upon A Sea of pleasure; here's your sail sir, and your top streamer A fair wrought shirt and a nightcap. I shall make a sweet voyage of this. ay, if you knew all sir. Is not all known yet? what's to be told? Five hundred Crowns in the shirt sleeve in gold. How? 'tis my good Lady's pleasure, No Clouds eclipse her bounty, she shines clear, Some like that pleasure best that costs most dear; Yet I think your Lordship is not of that mind now; You like that best that brings a Banquet with it, and 500. crowns. I by this light do I; and I think thou art of my mind. We jump somewhat near sir. But what does she mean to reward me afore hand? I may prove an Eunuch now for aught she knows. Oh sir, I ne'er knew any of your hair but he was absolute at the game. Faith we are much of a colour; but here's a Note, what says it? Our love and bounty shall increase So long as you regard our peace. Unless your life you would forgo, Who we are seek not to know. Enjoy me freely: for your sake This dangerous shift I undertake. Be therefore wise, keep safe your breath, You cannot see me under death. I'd be loath to venture so far for the sight of any Creature under heaven. Nay sir I think you may see a thousand faces better cheap. Well, I will shift me instantly, and be content With my groping fortune. Oh sir, you'll grope to purpose. I'll after thee, and see the measure of my vengeance upheaped His ruin is my charge; I have seen that This night would make one blush through this vizard. Like lightning in a Tempest her lust shows, Or drinking drunk in Thunder, horrible: For on this Act a Thousand dangers wait, The King will seize him in his burning fury and seal his vengeance on his reeking breast, Though I make Panders use of ear and eye No office vile to dam mine Enemy. This course is but the first, 'twill not rest there, The next shall change him into fire and Air. Nay, did ere subtlety match it?
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PlayThe Bloody Banquet
AuthorDekker, Thomas / Middleton, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1639 [c.1617-1639]
First performance (BritDrama)1610 [1605-1613(?)]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Anne's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1117 · TCP A19755 · DEEP 938
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 957–1014 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 28 in this edition
Length508 words · 630 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.745
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I would not taste of such a Banquet to feele that which followes it, For the love of an Empresse. Tis more dangerous to be a letcher Than to enter upon a breach; yet how securely he munches His thoughts are sweeter than the very meates before him: He little dreames of his destruction; His horrible fearefull ruine which cannot be withstood, The end of Venery is disease or blood I have not knowne one happier for his pleasure Than in that state we are; tis a strange tricke, And sweetely carried; by this light a delicate creature, And should have a good face if all hit right; For they that have good bodies and bad faces Were all mismatcht, and made up in blinde places. The wind and tide serve sir, you have lighted upon A Sea of pleasure; here's your sayle sir, and your top streamer A faire wrought shirt and a night-cap. I shall make a sweete voyage of this. I, if you knew all sir. Is not all knowne yet? what's to be told? Five hundred Crownes in the shirt sleeve in gold. How? Tis my good Ladies pleasure, No Clouds ecclipse her bounty, she shines cleare, Some like that pleasure best that costs most deare; Yet I thinke your Lordship is not of that minde now; You like that best that brings a Banquet with it, and 500. Crownes. I by this light doe I; and I thinke thou art of my minde. We jumpe somewhat neere sir. But what does she meane to reward me afore hand? I may prove an Eunuch now for ought she knowes. Oh sir, I nere knew any of your hayre but he was absolute at the game. Faith we are much of a colour; but here's a Note, what sayes it? Our love and bounty shall increase So long as you regard our peace. Vnlesse your life you would forgoe, Who we arese eke not to know. Enjoy me freely: for your sake This dangerous shift I undertake. Be therefore wise, keepe safe your breath, You cannot see me under death. I'de be loath to venture so farre for the sight of any Creature under heaven. Nay sir I thinke you may see a thousand faces better cheap. Well, I will shift me instantly, and be content With my groaping fortune. Oh sir, you'le groape to purpose. Ile after thee, and see the measure of my vengeance upheapt His ruine is my charge; I have seene that This night would make one blush through this vizard. Like lightning in a Tempest her lust shewes, Or drinking drunke in Thunder, horrible: For on this Act a Thousand dangers waite, The King will seize him in his burning fury and seale his vengeance on his reeking brest, Though I make Panders use of eare and eye No office vile to damme mine Enemie. This course is but the first, twill not rest there, The next shall change him into fire and Ayre. Nay, did ere subtlety match it?