Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Phoenix in Her Flames · chunk 20 of 46

Lower, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1622-1639] (Annals)
not in BritDrama
unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 498 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.

What wants now of the time? But a bare month, That is not long you know. Well, I'm content, Though my desires are apt to climb the tree Just at this very instant, and to taste Your dainty maiden fruit, but love is sweeter If freely granted, then if ta'en by force, Therefore I'll stay the time prefixed, and not Beyond the same a minute, see you do not Longer abuse my patience, if you do, What love cannot, force shall constrain you to: Come, will you go?— I must stay here a little. I'll wait on you soon; heavens in what narrow straits Wretched Lucinda have thy fates confined thee? In what amazed labyrinth of love Am I enclosed, and cannot find a clue To guide me forth, no light, no salliport? I love my fellow prisoner, but I hate The thief Rapinus, how I shall enjoy The one, and handsomely avoid the other. A woman's wit alas cannot contrive: How soon I have forgot the Persian Prince? How soon myself? my eye but glanced on The beauty of this stranger, but his look, His high commanding look, which darted forth Majestic sparks, captived my yielding heart: He is though shadowed, that far famed Amandus, Damascus' Prince, I read the characters Of majesty deep stamped in his brow; I'll vent my thoughts unto him, and this cave Shall help me to his love, or to my grave. what wilt thou counsel me to do in the thing you wot of? I have told you my opinion already. But can a woman with any modesty make love to a man? Puh, why not in a case of extremity, when the woman is hot, and the man is cold in the business? But if I should commit through extreme passion such a folly, should I not be wondered at, and hated amongst women for giving an ill example to the world? Nothing less, but on the contrary, be assured you shall reap from them infinite love and thanks for laying them down such a precedent of boldness, but if you dispute pro & con, thus, and make such objections, you shall never obtain your desires while you live, I will warrant you. But dost thou think there is any hope of speeding in my suit, upon notice given him of my love. No question, madam, he cannot but most willingly embrace it, and bless his fortune for so high a favour. ay me Sara, I fear I am not so happy, my stars foretell not so prosperous an Omen: though I have by signs and dumb shows, by sighs and amorous glances told him my affection, yet seems he not to understand that language, but as insensible of my pain, suffers me to languish in my torment. I would fain ask your Ladyship one question, if I might be so bold, and thereby not incur your displeasure. Speak thy mind freely, thou shalt give me no offence at all.
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PlayThe Phoenix in Her Flames
AuthorLower, William
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1639 [c.1622-1639]
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeProfessional;Closet/Unacted
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1120 · TCP A06402 · DEEP 941
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1122–1165 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 46 in this edition
Length498 words · 622 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships at 0.805
Other seedsseed 43: T14 · seed 44: T9 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What wants now of the time? But a bare moneth, That is not long you know. Well, I'm content, Though my desires are apt to climbe the tree Iust at this very instant, and to taste Your dainty maiden fruit, but love is sweeter If freely granted, then if tane by force, Therefore I'le stay the time prefixt, and not Beyond the same a minute, see you doe not Longer abuse my patience, if you doe, What love cannot, force shall constraine you to: Come, will you goe?— I must stay here a little. I'le wait on you soon; heavens in what narrow straights Wretched Lucinda have thy fates confin'd thee? In what amazed labyrnth of love Am I enclos'd, and cannot find a clue To guide me forth, no light, no allport? I love my fellow prisoner, but hate The theefe Rapinus, how I shall enjoy The one, and handsomely avoyd the other. A womans wit alas cannot contrive: How soone I have forgot the Persian Prince? How soone my selfe? my eye but glanced on The beauty o this stranger, but his looke, His high commanding looke, which darted forth Majesticke sparkes, captiv'd my yeelding heart: He is though shadowed, that arre fam'd Amandus, Damascus Prince, I reade the characters Of majesty deepe stamped in his brow; I'le vent my thoughts unto him, and this cave Shall helpe me to his love, or to my grave. what wilt thou counsell me to doe in the thing you wot of? I have told you my opinion already. But can a woman with any modesty make love to a man? Puh, why not in a case of extremity, when the woman is hot, and the man is cold in the businesse? But if I should commit through extreme passion such a folly, should I not be wondred at, and hated amongst women for giving an ill example to the world? Nothing lesse, but on the contrary, be assur'd you shall reape from them infinite love and thankes for laying them down uch a president of boldnesse, but if you dispute pro & con, thus, and make such objections, you shall never obtaine your desires while you live, I will warrant you. But dost thou thinke there is any hope of speeding in my uit, upon notice given him of my love▪ No question, Madame, he cannot but most willingly embrace it, and blesse his fortune for so high a favour. Aye me Sara, I feare I am not so happy, my stars oretell not so prosperous an Omen: though I have by signs and dumb shewes, by sighes and amorous glances told him my affection, yet seems he not to understand that language, but as insensible of my paine, suffers mee to languish in my torment. I would faine aske your Ladiship one question, if I might be so bold, and thereby not incurre your displeasure. Speake thy minde freely, thou shalt give me no offence at all.