Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Love's Cruelty · chunk 31 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 T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 536 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.

You point at that which takes the Eye And is but half a handsomeness at best Unless the mind be furnished with those virtues Which write a woman fair, but Clariana There is no time for this dispute, and I Am somewhat sorry you have fall'n upon't When I but praised Eubella modestly, She is to me the best and fairest now Of all the world, but turn to the occasion That brought me hither, I would hear what practice Is meant against my life, which I would now Preserve for that dear virgin, more than love To keep it for my use, I did imagine however Bellament showed a formal And calm release, yet he would meditate Revenge at such a time he most should wound me And had not I a perfect confidence Your thoughts meant simple pity to my danger I should not thus far have engaged myself, Than I beseech you tell me Any thing. Why d'ee delay me thus Clariana? Pardon o pardon me Hippolito Indeed I will discover all the plot I am prepared, But there is no misfortune Levelled at you, the danger is all mine And I but use this policy, to take My last farewell, for I must never see You married You amaze me, what unhappiness? Will Bellament be so cruel to thee Having forgiven A hand more severe. Is armed against me Is there no prevention It is within your mercy to do much Pronounce then as much safety as my strength can give thee against any enemy be But Bellament, I have wounded him Too much already, may I credit then There is treachery aiming at my blood Declare what man I must oppose in thy Protection No man You're mystical A woman is my enemy There will be No use of valour then But much of love If you resolve to save bleeding Clariana Thou must oppose Eubella. What was that? Kill my Eubella? It stretches not so far, only I beg You would not marry her, and I shall live. Not marry her, why there's no steel can bring So certain and so violent a death, Forsake Eubella now, now when she's dressed My glorious bride, the Nuptial ceremony And Priest expecting us, I know you speak not In hope I should believe, you may as well Bid me'commit a murder on my life For this will kill her and we both are one. Who hath instructed you to this? My love My love that will not suffer me to know Thou must be given thus away for ever I could endure thy absence for whole years And not complain, repent my equal sorrow We have so far offended, while you keep Your present freedom, there were then some hope A possibility, at last to meet In new affections to redeem the old But thus my expectation is destroyed, You understand? Too much, be not deceived, There is no love that is not virtuous And thy consenting thus far but in thought Is sacrilege, and thou dost rob the Church Twice, first in violation of thy vows Which there were registered, and then mine expected I dare not hear you talk thus
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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 1732–1813 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 33 in this edition
Length536 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations at 0.757
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)
You point at that which takes the Eye And is but halfe a hansomnesse at best Vnlesse the mind be furnished with those vertues Which write a woman faire, but Clariana There is no time for this dispute, and I Am somewhat sorry you have falne upont When I but praisd Eubella modestly, She is to me the best and fairest now Of all the world, but turne to the occasion That brought me hither, I would heare what practise Is meant against my life, which I would now Preserue for that deere virgin, more then love To keepe it for my use, I did imagine How ever Bellamente shewed a formall And calme release, yet he would meditate Revenge at such a time he most should wound me And had not I a perfect confidence Your thoughts meant simple pitty to my danger I should not thus farre have engaged my self, Then I beseech you tell me Any thing. Why dee delay me thus Clariana? Pardon o pardon me Hippolito Indeed I will discover all the plot I am prepard, But there is no misfortune Leveld at you, the danger is all mine And I but use this policy, to take My last farewell, for I must never see You married You amaze me, what unhappinesse? Will Bellamente be so cruell to thee Having forgiven A hand more severe. Is armd against me Is there no prevention It is within your mercy to do much Pronounce then as much safety as my strength can give thee against any enemy be But Bellamente, I have wounded him Too much already, may I credit then There is treachery ayming at my blood Declare what man I must oppose in thy Protection No man Y'are misticall A woman is my enemy There will be No use of valour then But much of love If you resolve to save bleeding Clariana Thou must oppose Eubella. What was that? Kill my Eubella? It stretches not so farre, onely I beg You would not marry her, and I shall live. Not marry her, why theres no steele can bring So certaine and so violent a death, Forsake Eubella now, now when shee's drest My glorious bride, the Nuptiall ceremonie And Priest expecting us, I know you speake not In hope I should beleeve, you may as well Bid me'commit a murder on my life For this will kill her and we both are one. Who hath instructed you to this? My love My love that will not suffer me to know Thou must be given thus away for ever I could endure thy absence for whole yeeres And not complaine, repent my equall sorrow We have so farre offended, while you keepe Your present freedome, there were then some hope A possiblility, at last to meet In new affections to redeeme the old But thus my expectation is destroyd, You understand? Too much, be not deceived, There is no love that is not vertuous And thy consenting thus farre but in thought Is sacriledge, and thou dost rob the Church Twice, first in violation of thy vowes Which there were registred, and then mine expected I dare not heare you talke thus