Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Love's Cruelty · chunk 6 of 33

Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Nov 14] (Annals)
tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.78 · 493 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.

Ill tell you more hereafter I do not like the Court, and yet I have His royal word no force shall touch my chastity. Be resolute for thy honour, I weigh not The titles he would heap, remember girl Thy mother's virtue, since thy birth, though noble Cannot expect his Courtship for thyself, Scorn to be called a Lady for his pleasure Signior Bovaldo, where's your son? So please your highness he's not i'th' Court Unless he be in some o'the lobbies, I could Not examine all: ha? 'tis come about, and the Father I'll lay my life is laying the law to her, Why was not I a Duke, I have as many titillations, though I be the elder huntsman. You would not thank us for A law, that none about our Court should marry ere we Choose a wife ourself. Your grace is pleasant Tell me what hast heard of that Eubella? A very noble character. What do you call noble? she's chaste and virtuous A virtuous folly but we let her cool Too much; Eubella I know not, still I fear her innocence Is not enough to guard her, if the Duke Pursue her viciously, what is a virgin Against so many flattering temptations? Come fairest. I would you would be pleased my Lord I am infinitely pleased my Lord, with that rare modesty Sets on this cheek, and with thyself whom we Have not yet graced sufficiently, our state Doth want such able honest men, and we Admit you to our high and secret counsels; I prophesy the Dukedom shall owe much To your care, and grave directions. Hayda a Privy Counsellor too. We are like to have fine smockage on't, virgins will be virgins If the Duke hold this humour and at such price forestall the market; A widow will be excellent meat again; he's Melancholy, Shall I be choked with honours and not speak? Where is my courage, shall a few gay titles Corrupt a father? Bovaldo thou art reported a Good fellow. Would you were as right for your own sake: Is there no trick to give a man a spirit? I would be valiant; I dare not talk; If you have a mind to quarrel drink. Well thought on, that shall arm me against all His flattery shall's to a Tavern? I'll bear you company It shall be so; the Courts too open, You shall command Sebastian My Lord— No titles, I'll thither to forget 'em and drink myself into a heat above his conjuration, if there be a spirit in wine I'll swallow it: How is man fall'n; that to preserve his name and defend innocence must fly to shame. I'll lead you sir. Come on sir. Pretty well I protest la, keep your guard, now sir What d'ye think on't, I shall never hit your subtle body A very dextrous proffer, bring it home, everwhile you live Bring your weapon home, Again sir
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayLove's Cruelty
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1640
First performance / composition (Annals)1631 [licensed for stage, Nov 14]
First performance (BritDrama)1631 [Nov]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1126 · TCP A12143 · DEEP 946
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 289–351 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 33 in this edition
Length493 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.780 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Ill tell you more hereafter I do not like the Court, and yet I have His royall word no force shall touch my chastity. Be resolute for thy honor, I weigh not The titles he would heape, remember girle Thy mothers vertue, since thy birth, though noble Cannot expect his Courtship for thy selfe, Scorne to be cald a Lady for his pleasure Signior Boualdo, wheres your sonne? So please your highnesse hee's not ith Court Vnlesse he be in some o'the lobbyes, I could Not examine all: ha? tis come about, and the Father Ile lay my life is laying the law to her, Why was not I a Duke, I have as many titillations, though I be the elder huntsman. You would not thanke us for A law, that none about our Court should marry ere we Choose a wife our selfe. Your grace is pleasant Tell me what hast heard of that Eubella? A very noble character. What doe you call noble? Shee's chas and vrtuous A vertuous folly but we let her coole Too much; Eubella I know not, still I feare her innocence Is not enough to guard her, if the Duke Pursue her vitiously, what is a virgin Against so many flattering temptations? Come fairest. I would you would be pleasd my Lord I am infinitely pleasd my Lord, with that rare modesty Sets on this cheeke, and with thy selfe whom we Have not yet grac'd sufficiently, our state Doth want such able honest men, and we Admit you to our high and secret counsels; I prophesie the Dukedome shall owe much To your care, and grave directions. Hayda a Privy Counselor too. We are like to have fine smock-age ont, virgins will be virgins If the Duke hold this humour and at such price forestall the market; A widow will be excellent meat againe; hee's Melancholy, Shall I be choakd with honors and not speake? Where is my courage, shall a few gay titles Corrupt a father? Bovaldo thou art reported a Good fellow. Would you were as right for your owne sake: Is there no tricke to give a man a spirit? I would be valiant; I dare not talke; If you have a mind to quarrell drinke. Well thought on, that shall arme me against all His flattery shall's to a Tauerne? Ile beare you company It shall be so; the Courts too open, You shall command Sebastian My Lord— No titles, Ile thither to forget em and drinke my selfe into a heate above his conjuration, if there be a spirit in wine Ile swallow it: How is man falne; that to preserue his name and defend innocence must fly to shame. Ile lead you sir. Come on sir. Pretty well I protest la, keepe your guard, now sir What de'e thinke ont, I shall never hit your subtle body A very dextrous profer, bring it home, everwhile you live Bring your weapon home, Agen sir