Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Love's Cruelty · chunk 13 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 T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 517 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.

To write upon his heart he has abused me, I like a tame fool must extol his friendship But never for his sake will I trust man Nor woman, you have forfeited your souls There's not a grain of faith nor honesty In all your sex, you have tongues like the Hyena And only speak us fair to ruin us You carry springs within your eyes and can Out weep the Crocodile, till our too much pity Betray us to your merciless devouring. When you are temperate enough to hear The cause that brought me hither happily You will repent this passion, in which I must be bold to tell you sir, my honour Suffers unkindly— and your friends Grow not from frail to impudent, You are resolved To be impatient? when you are collected Stay I will hear, indeed I will, say any thing First then you have no cause to accuse Hippolito For breach of friendship, had he purposed any Dishonour to yourself through me, he could not Be such a fool to send you to his chamber who's knowledge, it should last of all the world Arrive at, if you soberly consider. He knows not so much of me, as my name; Think then but with what justice, you have all This while inveighed against him— for myself I confess freely sir I made a visit But innocently and pure from any thought To injure you; I had a curiosity To see the man you had so much commended That was my fault, and I before you came Accused myself, and could without your fury. Have chid my modesty enough. Yet sir You took me in no action of dishonour My maid was all my company. But you looked for One to return, misfortune kept him from you Tell me but this, if thou hast any truth Could any woman Clariana, that Would ha' the world but think her virtuous Suffer herself to be locked up suspiciously Within a stranger's lodging, By all goodness It was without my knowledge, I was weary Expecting him, and meaning to depart; Some minutes ere you came my servant told me I was a prisoner, you have all the story Which cannot, if but weighed with reason Carry a crime like yours Like mine? I ha' said it 'tis you have made a greater fault than I, With so much violence to condemn before You know the offence, and I must tell you sir But that my love is grounded upon virtue, This were enough to stagger my affection Rail at your Mistress but for going abroad To see your friend? so just a one? I see You will be jealous when we are married. Never, you have awaked my honour Lady I dare believe and ask thy pardon, trust me I will command my passions hereafter And if thou but consent, give proof, all jealousy Is flown away, we'll marry instantly Should he retain a thought not square of her This will correct all, he is here, no word Of discontent, put all off merrily. Let's kiss
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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 629–698 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 33 in this edition
Length517 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousy at 0.812
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)
To write upon his hart he has abus'd me, I like a tame foole must extoll his friendship But never for his sake will I trust man Nor woman, you have forfeited your soules There's not a graine of faith nor honesty In all your sexe, you have tongues like the Hyena And onely speake us faire to ruine us You carry springs within your eies and can Out weepe the Crocadile, till our too much pitty Betray us to your mercilesse devouring. When you are temperate enough to heare The cause that brought me hither happily You will repent this passion, in which I must be bold to tell you sir, my honor Suffers unkindly—and your friends Grow not from fraile to impudent, You are resolved To be impatient? when you are collected Stay I will heare, indeed I will, say any thing First then you have no cause to accuse Hippolito For breach of friendship, had he purpos'd any Dishonor to your selfe through me, he could not Be such a foole to send you to his chamber Whoe's knowledge, it should last of all the world Arrive at, if you soberly consider. He knowes not so much of me, as my name; Thinke then but with what justice, you have all This while inveighed against him—for my selfe I confesse freely sir I made a visit But innocently and pure from any thought To iniure you; I had a curiosity To see the man you had so much commended That was my fault, and I before you came Accusd my selfe, and could without your furie. Have chid my modesty enough. Yet sir You tooke me in no action of dishonour My maide was all my company. But you look'd for One to returne, misfortune kept him from you Tell me but this, if thou hast any truth Could any woman Clariana, that Would ha the world but thinke her virtuous Suffer her selfe to be'lock'd up suspitiously Within a strangers lodging, By all goodnesse It was without my knowledge, I was weary Expecting him, and meaning to depart; Some minutes ere you came my servant told me I was a prisoner, you have all the story Which cannot, if but weighd with reason Carry a crime like yours Like mine? I ha said it Tis you have made a greater fault then I, With so much violence to condemne before You know the offence, and I must tell you sir But that my love is grounded upon virtue, This were enough to stagger my affection Raile at your Mistresse but for going abroad To see your friend? so just a one? I see You will be jealous when we are married. Never, you have awakd my honour Lady I dare beleeve and aske thy pardon, trust me I will command my passions hereafter And if thou but consent, give proofe, all jealousie Is flowne away, wee'le marry instantly Should he retaine a thought not square of her This will correct all, he is here, no word Of discontent, put all off merrily. Lets kisse