Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Coronation · chunk 3 of 33

Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1635 [licensed for stage, Feb 6] (Annals)
tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.76 · 488 words

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

Save you Gentlemen, who can direct me To find my Lord Protector? He was here Within this half hour, young Lisimachus His son is with the Queen. There let him compliment, I have other business, ha'? Arcadius! Observed you with what eyes Arcadius And he saluted, their two families Will hardly reconcile. Seleucus carries Himself too roughly, with what pride and scorn He passed by 'em. The t'other with less show Of anger carries pride enough in's soul, I wish 'em all at peace, Macarius looks Are without civil war, a good old man, The old King loved him well, seleucus' Father Was as dear to him, and maintained the character Of an honest Lord through Epire: that two men So loved of others, should be so unwelcome To one another. The Queen was not wont to send for me. The reason's to herself, It will become your duty to attend her. Save you Gentlemen, what novelty Does the Court breath to day? None sir, the news That took the last impression is, that you Purpose to leave the kingdom, and those men, That honour you, take no delight to hear it. I have ambition to see the difference Of Courts, and this may spare; the delights At home do surfeit, and the mistress whom We all do serve is fixed upon one object, Her beams are too much pointed, but no Country Shall make me lose your memories. Arcadius. Your Lordship honoured me, I have no blessing in his absence. 'tis done like a pious uncle. We must not Give any licence. If your Majesty Would please. We are not pleased, it had become your duty, To have first acquainted us, ere you declared Your resolution public, is our Court Not worth your stay? I humbly beg your pardon. Where's Lysimachus? Your humble servant Madam. We shall find Employment at home for you, do not lose us. Madam I then write myself blessed on earth When I may do you service. We would be private Macarius. Madam you have blessed me, Nothing but your command could interpose to Stay him. Lysimachus You must not leave us. Nothing but Lysimachus? has she not Ta'en a philter? Nay pray be covered, Ceremony from you. Must be excused, It will become my duty. Not your love? I know you would not have me look upon Your person as a Courtier, not as favourite, That title were too narrow to express How we esteem you. The least of all These names from you Madam, is grace enough. Yet here you would not rest. Not if you please? To say there is a happiness beyond, And teach my ambition how to make it mine, Although the honours you already have Let fall upon your servant, exceed all My merit; I have a heart is studious To reach it with desert, and make if possible Your favours mine by justice, with your pardon.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Coronation
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1640
First performance / composition (Annals)1635 [licensed for stage, Feb 6]
First performance (BritDrama)1635 [Feb]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1125 · TCP A12133 · DEEP 945
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 149–231 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 33 in this edition
Length488 words · 624 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.763 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
Save you Gentlemen, who can direct me To finde my Lord Protector? He was here Within this halfe houre, young Limachus His sonne is with the Queene. There let him complement, I have other businesse, ha? Arcadius! Observ'd you with what eyes Arcadius And he saluted, their two families Will hardly reconcile. Seleucus carries Himselfe too roughly, with what pride and scorne He past by em. The tother with lesse shew Of anger carries pride enough in's soule, I wish em all at peace, Macarius lookes Are without civill warre, a good old man, The old King lov'd him well, Seleucus Father Was as deare to him, and maintain'd the character Of an honest Lord through Epire: that two men So lov'd of others, should be so unwell-come To one another. The Queene was not wont to send for me. The reason's to her selfe, It will become your duty to attend her. Save you Gentlemen, what novelty Does the Court breath to day? None sir, the newes That tooke the last impression is, that you Purpose to leave the Kingdome, and those men, That honour you, take no delight to heare it. I have ambition to see the difference Of Courts, and this may spare; the delights At home doe surfet, and the mistresse whom We all doe serve is fixt upon one object, Her beames are too much pointed, but no Country Shall make me lose your memories. Arcadius. Your Lordship honord me, I have no blessing in his absence. Tis done like a pious Vncle. We must not Give any licence. If your Majesty Would please. We are not pleasd, it had become your duty, To have first acquainted us, ere you declar'd Your resolution publicke, is our Court Not worth your stay? I humbly begge your pardon. Where's Lisimachus? Your humble servant Madam. We shall finde Employment at home for you, doe not lose us. Madam I then write my selfe blest on earth When I may doe you service. We would be private Macarius. Madam you have blest me, Nothing but your command could interpose to Stay him. Lisimachus You must not leave us. Nothing but Lisimachus? has she not Taine a philter? Nay pray be cover'd, Ceremony from you. Must be excus'd, It will become my duty. Not your love? I know you would not have me looke upon Your person as a Courtier, not as favorite, That title were too narrow to expresse How we esteeme you. The least of all These names from you Madam, is grace ēnough. Yet here you wod not rest. Not if you please? To say there is a happinesse beyond, And teach my ambition how to make it mine, Although the honours you already have Let fall upon your servant, exceed all My merit; I have a heart is studious To reach it with desert, and make if possible Your favours mine by justice, with your pardon.