Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Arcadia · chunk 30 of 36

Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals)
pastoral; romance · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 475 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.

Madam Are not the Princes sent for yet? Not yet I prithee tell me how they look; what say they to thee? Do they name us? It hath been all their question, how both their Princely mistresses do fare, for so They call you Ladies, when I answer well Their joy shoots up in prayers that you may still Continue safe. Do they not rail sometimes and curse? I never heard'em Canst thou be such a fool then to believe They are murderers? I do not believe they are Do not if thou dar'st be a Knave, and try if the Devil will bear you out in't, we must not see'em Alas Madam Nor speak to our mother, I am commanded Thou shalt not deny us a little discourse with Dametas my old governor since we have no other company. You shall His presence could be never more unwelcome Beside his follies will but ill agree With our affliction They cannot hurt Us sister I have a breast as deeply charged As thine although I flatter it, 'tis no sin To enable us for bearing— how d'ye Governor? How d'ee Madam,' e'en as you see, as ill as this iron age can make a man What will they do with thee? They cannot use me worse than they have; for I am hanged in chains already, I have had three whippings into the bargain to, if they hold such a hand over me long, I shall never be able to sleep in a whole skin. Had you any hand in my father's death? Hand, I was so far from having any hand, that I had not so much as a finger in't, no your mother poisoned him with a base viol. Oh misery! But Madam, I did not think you had been so dishonest, and you had meant to run away with anybody I thought you would have told me so, but I see a woman and a wet eel have both slippery tails. You ran away from me. Who I run? I was never so good a foot man in my life, alas I was told by that rascal Dorus where a great deal of gold was buried, and I went simply with a resolution after I came home to build half a dozen Churches, but now I hear say there is a Gallows built to my hands, and I must hang ding dung like a bell in the wooden steeple. Speak well of Dorus sirrah, you had more need to pray for him. Heaven convert him then, and though he live when I am dead he may be rotten as soon as I Who sent you sirrah to my Chamber? Sent me, the Devil; and I ha' thrived accordingly, would my wife had broke her neck when I took you together. Your wife.
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Details

Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Arcadia
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1640
First performance / composition (Annals)1640
First performance (BritDrama)1635 [summer] [1630-1636]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)pastoral; romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1136 · TCP A12149 · DEEP 966
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1645–1686 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 36 in this edition
Length475 words · 575 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships at 0.835
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)
Madam Are not the Princes sent for yet? Not yet I prithee tell me how they looke; what say they to thee? Doe they name us? It hath been all their question, how both their Princely mistrisses doe fare, for so They call you Ladyes, when I answer well Their joy shootes up in prayers that you may still Continue safe. Doe they not raile sometimes and curse? I never heard'em Canst thou be such a foole then to beleeve They are murderers? I doe not beleeve they are Doe not if thou darst be a Knave, and try if the Divell will beare you out in't, we must not see'em Alas Madam Nor speake to our mother, I am commanded Thou shat not deny us a little discourse with Dametas my old governor since we have no other company. You shall His presence could be never more unwelcome Beside his follies will but ill agree With our affliction They cannot hurt Vs sister I have a brest as deepely charg'd As thine although I flatter it, 'tis no sinne To enable vs for bearing—how de'e Governor? How dee Madam, 'een as you see, as ill as this iron age can make a man What will they doe with thee? They cannot use me worse then they have; for I am hang'd in chaines already, I have had three whippings into the bargaine to, if they hold such a hand over me long, I shall never be able to sleepe in a whole skin. Had you any hand in my fathers death? Hand, I was so farre from having any hand, that I had not so much as a finger in't, no your mother poisond him with a base violl. Oh misery! But Madam, I did not thinke you had been so dishonest, and you had meant to runne away with any body I thought you would have told me so, but I see a woman and a wet eele have both slipperie tailes. You ran away from me. Who I runne? I was'never so good a foote man in my life, alas I was tould by that rascall Dorus where a great deale of gold was buried, and I went simply with a resolution after I came home to build halfe a dozen Churches, but now I heare say there is a Gallowes built to my hands, and I must hang ding dong like a bell in the wodden steeple. Speake well of Dorus sirra, you had more neede to pray for him. Heaven convert him then, and tho he live when I am dead he may be rotten as soone as I Who sent you sirra to my Chamber? Sent me, the Divell; and I ha thriv'd accordingly, would my wife had broke her necke when I tooke you together. Your wife.