Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Opportunity · chunk 8 of 36

Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Nov 29] (Annals)
comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.77 · 498 words

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

What would this fellow have, no news of your master? Speak that word no more on thy allegiance, here go to bed and rise with a clean shirt. This is gold, what does the fellow mean? No fellows neither, 'tis time to show myself, where is thy boy? Here Signior. Kneel down and ask me blessing. This does look a blessing, shall I ask another? Ask any thing but what I am. You are— Stay there, 'tis dangerous to pronounce me yet, I will be still disguised, my men are absent. Your men. Thou art wise, thine ear, I am a Prince. How Signior. The reason of my shape thou shalt know hereafter, thus Iove has been disguised. Is not your name Pimponio? It was my pleasure they should call me so, I have not found 'em trusty; How fares the Duchess? What do I hear? This boy shall wait on me, I'll have ye all. Whether? What Country shall I choose? to be a Prince of Italy is too well known, Spain stands convenient, and far enough, where I have been too, I'll have you all to Spain. What to do Signior? For your preferments, when thou hast got a chapman for this tub thou liv'st in, let me know't. Boy this a Spanish Prince. A Prince of Oranges, he a Spanish Prince? They wonot travel thither to disprove me, to tell the truth, I suspect my two Grooms have betrayed me; I come hither to be a suitor to your Duchess. In these clothes? You do not know my plot, these Gentlemen my servants should cunningly have preferred me to be the Duchess Fool. Her Fool? 'tis very likely. But for a time, there's mystery in that By this means I resolved to try her nature And disposition ere I married her, For I can have at this present four Kings daughters, the eldest of 'em is but seven years old, which shows the parents dote upon me, and would make sure of me betimes. I do believe your grace. Grace, umph, thou must be advanced, let me see, what office, oh, thou shalt have a place at my return in the Galleys, dost hear, a yerking preferment. And what shall I be? Thou shalt be— a Picaro, in your language a Page, my chief Picaro; by degrees you may send for all your generation, I will see them mounted. Where's Pimponio. A pox Pimp you, they are alive again, now am I a dead man. There is a certain movable eccliped a portmanteau. Would your tongue had been clipped. Wherein there are some golden friends of ours. All your friends are well. Let me see their complexions, where are they? look for the Signior your master a month hence? His master, d'ye observe? Does he not carry it handsomely, he knows not I have discovered myself to you. With your pardon Sir, is not this Signior a Prince disguised? A Prince of Puppets, who Pimponio?
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PlayThe Opportunity
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1640
First performance / composition (Annals)1634 [licensed for stage, Nov 29]
First performance (BritDrama)1634 [Nov]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1128 · TCP A12148 · DEEP 950
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 516–563 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 36 in this edition
Length498 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.769 (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)
What would this fellow have, no newes of your master? Speake that word no more on thy allegiance, here goe to bed and rise with a cleane shirt. This is gold, what does the fellow meane? No fellowes neither, tis time to shew my selfe, where is thy boy? Here Signior. Kneele downe and aske me blessing. This does looke a blessing, shall I aske another? Aske any thing but what I am. You are— Stay there, 'tis dangerous to pronounce me yet, I will be still disguisd, my men are absent. Your men. Thou art wise, thine eare, I am a Prince. How Signior. The reason of my shape thou shat know hereafter, thus Iove has beene disguisd. Is not your name Pimponio? It was my pleasure they should call me so, I have not found 'em trustie; How fares the Dutchesse? What doe I heare? This boy shall waite on me, Ile have yee all. Whether? What Countrey shall I choose? to be a Prince of Italy is too well knowne, Spaine stands convenient, and far enough, where I have beene too, Ile have you all to Spaine. What to doe Signior? For your preferments, when thou hast got a chapman for this tub thou liv'st in, let me know't. Boy this a Spanish Prince. A Prince of Oranges, he a Spanish Prince? They wonnot travell thither to disprove me, to tell the truth, I suspect my two Groomes have betrayd me; I come hither to be a suitor to your Dutchesse. In these cloathes? You doe not know my plot, these Gentlemen my servants should cunningly have prefer'd mee to be the Dutchesse Foole. Her Foole? tis very likely. But for a time, there's mystery in that By this meanes I resolv'd to try her nature And disposition ere I married her, For I can have at this present foure Kings daughters, the eldest of 'em is but seven yeares old, which shewes the parents dote upon me, and wod make sure of me betimes. I doe beleeve your grace. Grace, umph, thou must be advanc'd, let me see, what office, oh, thou shalt have a place at my returne in the Gallies, dost heare, a yerking preferment. And what shall I bee? Thou shalt be—a Picaro, in your language a Page, my chiefe Picaro; by degrees you may send for all your generation, I will see them mounted. Where's Pimponio. A pox Pimpe you, they are alive agen, now am I a dead man. There is a certaine moveable ecclip'd a Port-mantue. Wod your tongue had beene clip'd. Wherein there are some golden friends of ours. All your friends are well. Let me see their complexions, where are they? looke for the Signior your master a moneth hence? His master, de'e observe? Does hee not carry it hansomely, hee knowes not I have discovered my selfe to you. With your pardon Sir, is not this Signior a Prince disguisd▪ A Prince of Puppets, who Pimponio?