Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Coronation · chunk 20 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
unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 478 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.

This minute shall Declare it my Seleucus, our hearts swelled With joy, with duty rather, oh my boy! What's the mystery? You must be a King. Seleucus, stay thou art too incredulous, Let not our faith, and study to exalt thee, Be so rewarded. I pronounce thee King Unless thy spirit be turned coward, and Thou faint to accept it. King of what? Of Epire. Although the Queen since she sent me hither Were gone to Heaven I know not how That title could devolve to me. We have No Queen, since he that should have married her, Is proved her youngest brother, and now King In his own title. Thank you Gentlemen, There's hope for me. Why, you dare fight with him And need be, for the kingdom. With Arcadius, If you'll make stakes, my life against his crown, I'll fight with him, and you, and your fine son, And all the Courtiers one after another. 'Twon't come to that. I am of your lordship's mind, so far you well Yet stay and hear- What? that you have betrayed me, Do, tell your King, my life is grown a burden, And I'll confess, and make your souls look pale, To see how nimble mine shall leap this battlement Of flesh, and dying, laugh at your poor malice. No more, long live Leonatus King of Epire. Leonatus, who's that? Be bold and be a King, our brains have been Working to raise you to this height, here are None but friends, dare you but call yourself Leonatus, and but justify with confidence What we'll proclaim you, if we do not bring The crown to your head, we will forfeit ours. The state is in distraction, Arcadius Is proved a King, there was an elder brother, If you dare but pronounce, you are the same, Forget you are my son. These are no trifles, sir, all is plotted To assure your greatness, if you will be wise, And take the fair occasion that's presented. Arcadius, you say, is lawful King, And now to depose him, you would make me An elder brother, is't not so? Most right. Nay, right or wrong, if this be your true meaning. Upon our lives. I'll venture mine, but with your pardon, Whose brain was this? from whom took this plot life? My Lord Cassander. And you are of his mind? and you? and think This may be done? The destinies shall not cross us, if you have Spirit to undertake it. Undertake it? I am not used to compliment, I'll owe My life to you, my fortunes to your Lordship, Compose me as you please, and when you've made Me what you promise, you shall both divide Me equally, one word my Lord, I had rather Live in the prison still, then be a propency To advance his politic ends. Have no suspicion.
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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 1474–1546 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 33 in this edition
Length478 words · 625 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T53 — The crown: kingship claimed, resigned and seized at 0.778
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)
This minute hall Declare it my Selucus, our hearts swel'd With joy, with duty rather, oh my boy▪ What's the mistery? You must be a King. Selucus, tay thou art too incredulous, Let not our faith, and studdy to exalt thee, Be so rewarded. I pronounce thee King Vnlesse thy spirit be turn'd coward, and Thou faint to accept it. King of what? Of Epire. Although the Queen since she sent me hither Were gone to Heaven I know not how That title could devolve to me. We have No Queene, since he that should have marryed her, Is prov'd her youngest brother, and now King In his owne title. Thanke you Gentlemen, There's hope for me. Why, you dare fight with▪him And need be, for the Kingdome. With Arcadius, If youle make stakes, my life against his crowne, Ile fight with him, and you, and your fine sonne, And all the Courtiers one after another. 'Twonot come to that. I am of your Lordships minde, so fare you well Yet stay and heare- What? that you have betraide me, Doe, tell your King, my life is growne a burden, And Ile confesse, and make your soules looke pale, To see how nimble mine shall leape this battlement Of flesh, and dying, laugh at your poore malice. No more, long▪ live Leonatus King of Epire. Leonatus, who's that? Be bold and be a King, our braines have beene Working to raise you to this height, here are None but friends, dare you but call your selfe Leonatus, and but justifie with considence What weele proclaime you, if we doe not bring The Crowne to your head, we will forfeit ours. The state is in distraction, Arcadiu Is prov'd a King, there was an elder brother, If you dare but pronounce, you are the same, Forget you are my sonne. These are no trifles, sir, all is plotted To assure your greatnesse, if you will be wise, And take the faire occasion that's presented. Arcadius, you say, is lawfull King, And now to depose him, you would make me An elder brother, is't not so? Most right. Nay, right or wrong, if this be your true meaning. Vpon our lives. Ile venture mine, but with your pardon, Whose braine was this? from whom tooke this plot life? My Lord Cassander. And you are of his minde? and you? and thinke This may be done? The destinies shall not crosse us, if you have Spirit to undertake it. Vndertake it? I am not us'd to complement, Ile owe My life to you, my fortunes to your Lordship, Compose me as you please, and when y'ave made Me what you promise, you shall both divide Me equally, one word my Lord, I had rather Live in the prison still, then be a propency To advance his politicke ends. Have no suspition.