Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Phoenix in Her Flames · chunk 35 of 46

Lower, William · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [c.1622-1639] (Annals)
not in BritDrama
T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.82 · 478 words

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

You do impose Such a command upon me, as I know not If I shall more offend to disobey Your will in saying nothing, or in uttering What you will have me speak; if it displease you, The fault is yours, not mine, for I had been Content to smother up my woes in silence; Know then, sweet Princess, that I loved as soon As fourteen years crept on upon my age, A beauteous picture, such as rare Apelles Durst ne'er presume for fear, to imitate, Lest he should come far short, and shame himself: I served this shadow with a zealous heart, six years, but yet the heavenly substance knows not How much I suffered for her love so long, I dare proceed no further. Come, you must Unfold this dark Aenigma, I do long To bear your story to the end; but if You be so modest, let me see the picture, And I'll dispense the trouble of your speech. madam 'tis yours, so doth the blushing morn Cast a most pure vermilion on her cheeks When Phoebus doth salute her, wonder not Admired Goddess that I am so bold, To court a beauty doth deserve the style Of more than mortal, love compelled me to This high presumption, and confirmed me in it By telling that his mother loved a mortal, Iuno and Pallas did the like, he swore, Yea chaste Diana though she were so coy, Cupid will be deposed upon the book Would sport in private, upon Latmus' top, With fair Endymion once a Shepherd's boy; Descend a little from your heavenly state, And look upon a wretch, who lays his life Now at your mercy; can you grant me love And life, divine Phoenicia. Noble Prince, My tongue can now not sound the negative, Although I fain would, for my heart commands That instrument of speech who in this thing Is all affirmative; I never could Dissemble what I thought, and therefore tell you I'm yours, if you be mine, so firm united Vnto your love as death shall not dilove The gordian knot is tied between us two: But Sir we do forget ourselves to stay So long together here, suspicious eyes Will overlook our actions, and I fear Allecto's malice and his jealousy, See where he passes by, we are discovered, Come let's away, next meeting shall conclude, If fates do say amen, loves interlude. Madam we hear you're fallen of from us In your affection, and prefer Amandus In your best thoughts before the Persian Prince, How can you answer this, and save your honour? I'll lay the fault (if any be) on Love, Chide him not me; I was obliged to The valour of Amandus for my life And honour, when they both endangered were By fierce Rapinus, was not this a tie To make me love him?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 2051–2114 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 46 in this edition
Length478 words · 621 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.818 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T9 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
You doe impose Such a command upon me, as I know not If I shall more offend to disobey Your will in saying nothing, or in uttering What you will have me speake; if it displease you, The fault is yours, not mine, for I had beene Content to smother up my woe in silence; Know then, sweet Princesse, that I lov'd as soone As fourteene yeeres crept on upon my age, A beauteous picture, such as rare Apelles Durst ne're presume for feare, to imitate, Lest he should come farre short, and shame himselfe: I serv'd this shadow with a zalous heart, Sixe yeers, but yet the heavenly substance knowes not How much I suffer'd for her love so long, I dare proceed no further. Come, you must Vnfold this drke Aenigma, I doe long To beae your story to the end; but if You be so modest, let me see the picture, And le dispnc the trouble of your speech. Madame 'tis yours, doth the blushing morne Cast a most pure vermilion on her cheekes When Phaebus doth salute her, wonder not Admired Godesse that I am so bould, To court a beauty doth deserve the stile Of more then mortall, love compell'd me to This high presumption, and confirm'd me in it By telling that his mother lov'd a mortall, Iuno and Pallas did the like, he swore, Yea chast Diana though she were so coy, Cupid wil be depos'd upon the booke Would sport in private, upon Latmus top, With faire Endimion once a shepheards boy; Descend a little from your heavenly state, And looke upon a wretch, who layes his life Now at your mercy; can you grant me love And life, divine Phaenicia. Noble Prince, My tounge can now not sound the negative, Although I faine would, for my heart commands That instrument of speech who in this thinge Is all affirmative; I never could Dissemble what I thought, and therefore tell you I'm yours, if you be mine, so firme united Vnto your love as death shall not dilove The gordian knot is ty'd betweene us two: But Sir we doe forget our selves to stay So long together here, suspitious eyes Will overlooke our actions, and I feare Alectos malice and his jealousie, See where he passes by, we are discover'd, Come let's away, next meeting shall conclude, If fates doe say amen, loves interlude. Madam we heare you're fallen of from us In your affection, and preferre Amandus In your best thoughts before the Persian Prince, How can you answere this, and save your honour? I'le lay the fault (if any be) on Love, Chide him not me; I was obliged to The valour of Amandus for my life And honour, when they both endangered were By fierce Rapinus, was not this a tye To make me love him?