Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Love's Cruelty · chunk 7 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
unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 501 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.

But you do not hit me the neat school-way, I won't give a rush to be killed out of the school-way, you must Falsify thus. How now man? Pretty well, let us breathe A Gentlewoman? That has wooed me sir, if it were possible, to see you first At some distance Is she handsome? I am no competent judge of beauty, but if you will have My verdict, she is guilty of a good face. I'll trouble you no more, I thank you for this exercise The t'other bout Faces about good, Master Fencer, my Master has some business You and I will try a vein below I would have another thrust I protest Not down stairs, what if my master desire to try his skill With somebody else. What means the Gentlewoman? I am not to be bought Lady. If you were I have not wealth enough to purchase you. Do not over value me neither. I would I had not seen him Have you business with me Lady? Expect me in the next room. I came sir but to see you To see how I do, why I thank you, you are pretty, and I Am'well, what and they were both put together You may accuse my modesty that thus rudely,— Nay Lady, you cannot offend me that way, I can be as Rude as you— What shall I say? d''ee know me sir? No good faith not I, but I shall desire to know you any way You please Did you never see me? See you? you have a beauty would challenge a remembrance But sure I was not so happy till this minute You are a Courtier and can flatter. And such beauty was made to be flattered 'tis a sign it carries not merit enough along to justify it But 'tis as it is, I cannot help it, yet I could paint if I list The more excellent, I do not love your artificial faces, give Me one that dates blush, and have but her own colour for't here's a cheek hath both Cream and Strawberry in't a lip with cherries that say come eat me. You are very bold Not so bold as you are welcome, you say you came to see me And I would satisfy more than one of your senses. I do not Know your name, What would you do with it, if I told you? Lay it up precious to memory, and open it as a relic for Men to do it reverence, at my crowned table drink a health To the excellent owner, and call it my everlasting Valentine. You would not By this kiss but I would; No swearing I cannot take too deep an oath in such brisk claret, Say shall I know it Lady? Excuse me sir I would not have my name be the tossed for every cup of Sack You drink, you wild Gallants have no mercy upon Gentlewomen, when you are warm i'th' Canaries
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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 352–410 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 33 in this edition
Length501 words · 599 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T49 — Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens and letters at 0.763
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)
But you do not hit me the neat Schoole-way, I wont give a rush to be kild out of the Schoole-way, you must Falsifie thus. How now man? Pretty well, let us breath A Gentlewoman? That has woed me sir, if it were possible, to see you first At some distance Is she hansome? I am no comeptent judge of beauty, but if you will have My verdit, she is guilty of a good face. Ile trouble you no more, I thanke you for this exercise The tother bout Faces about good, Master Fencer, my Master has some businesse You and I will trie a veine below I would have another thrust I protest Not downe staires, what if my master desire to try his skill With some body else. What means the Gentlewoman? I am not to be bought Lady. If you were I have not wealth enough to purchase you. Do not over value me neither. I would I had not seene him Have you businesse with me Lady? Expect me in the next roome. I came sir but to see you To see how I doe, why I thanke you, you are pretty, and I Am'well, what and they were both put together You may accuse my modesty that thus rudely,— Nay Lady, you cannot offend me that way, I can be as Rude as you— What shall I say? d'ee know me sir? No good faith not I, but I shall desire to know you any way You please Did you never see me? See you? you have a beauty would challenge a remembrance But sure I was not so happy till this minute You are a Courtier and can flatter. And such beauty was made to be flattered Tis a signe it carries not merit enough along to justifie it But tis as it is, I cannot help it, yet I could paint if I list The more excellent, I do not love your artificiall faces▪ give Me one that dates blush, and have but her owne colour for't Her'es a cheeke hath both Creame and Strawberie s't a lip with Cheeries that say come eate me. You are very bold Not so bold as you are welcome, you say you came to see me And I would satisfie more then one of your sences. I do not Know your name, What would you do with it, if I told you? Lay it up precious to memory, and open it as a relick for Men to do it reverence, at my crowned table drinke a health To the excellent owner, and call it my everlasting Valentine. You would not By this kisse but I would; No swearing I cannot take too deepe an oath in such briske claret, Say shall I know it Lady? Excuse me sir I would not have my name be the tost for every cup of Sack You drinke, you wild Gallants have no mercy upon Gentlewomen, when you are warme ithe Canaries