The Ladies' Privilege (The Lady's Privilege) · chunk 14 of 31
Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court T46 Swords, quarrels and valour typicality 0.85 · 458 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Sir, your courage is juster than your quarrel, do you think I wear a sword only for ornament; And though our years declare us equals, yet My education was i'th' trade of war. 'tis my profession to infranchise souls From prisons of their flesh, and would be loath 'cause you have interest in Chrisea's blood, Your passion should betray you to the fury Of my incensed wrath. All discourse is tedious to me, sure the world's abused With report of your valour, men who commit Affronts they dare not answer, use excuse In moderation of them, I expected I should have met an adversary of you, Of temper hot as lightning, and as bold As lions vexed with hunger, and I find you A tame degenerate Coward: All respect of love and pity hence: Bear up, my steel Has pricked your breast; I would not have you die Chrisea's Martyr. I've pulled untimely ruin on me, I'm hurt, I fear to mortal danger: Noble General, See me conducted to Lactantio's house, There I shall get a Surgeon. Noble young man, Muster thy strongest spirits up: I am one Of Fortune's pastimes; yesterday returned, Advanced to heaven by the people's breath, Today hurled down into the abyss of death. CAme none yet from the General? No insooth Madam; I protest your sister If she continue in these sudden fits, Will so undo her face, that all my art Can never rectified; she weeps, as if She might as easily be supplied with eyes As with new dressings, i'll be sworn, I took As hearty pains to cut a handsome heart; And though I say't it was a pretty one As e'er was made of taffeta, to grace her Check, And never trust me if I lie to you, Her tears has washed her heart away. thouart still In these impertinent discourses: what's the cause My sister is so prodigal of her grief, To let thee see her vent it? Why Madam, I have seen a Lady weep, Besides your sister, and have wept myself too, I never shall forget the time; I could e'en cry again to think on't; 'twas at the death Of your fine little jewel: never Lady Nursed such a dainty puppy, but he's gone, And farewell he; I will not give a rush For any woman cannot use her eyes With as much liberty as her tongue, these fools, These loving Idiots men for three forced drops Will mollify like wax, and be made apt For any impression. Vitelli you are welcome, I suppose Your business has been urgent, we expected Your presence sooner, howsoever now 'tis grateful hither. My young Lady shall Have notice of's arrival, perhaps his sight Will cheer her drooping spirits.
before the Court;Phoenix/Cockpit;Whitehall;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
not in BritDrama
Play type
Boys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1144 · TCP A01775 · DEEP 976
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 917–981 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 31 in this edition
Length
458 words · 606 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T46 — Swords, quarrels and valourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.851 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T47 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sir, your courage is juster than your quarrell, doe you think I weare a sword onely for ornament; And though our yeares declare us equalls, yet My education was i'th' trade of warre. Tis my profession to infranchise soules From prisons of their flesh, and would be loath Cause you have interest in Chriseas blood, Your passion should betray you to the fury Of my incensed wrath. All discourse is tedious to me, sure the world's abus'd With report of your valour, men who commit Affronts they dare not answer, use excuse In moderation of them, I expected I should have met an adversary of you, Of temper hot as lightning, and as bold As Lyons vext with hunger, and I finde you A tame dege nerate Coward: All respect of love and pitty hence: Beare up, my steele Has prickt your breast; I would not have you dye Chriseas Martyr. I've puld untimely ruine on mee, I'me hurt, I feare to mortall danger: Noble Generall, See me conducted to Lactantios house, There I shall get a Surgeon. Noble young man, Muster thy strongest spirits up: I am one Of Fortunes pastimes; yesterday return'd, Advanc'd to heaven by the peoples breath, To day hurl'd downe into the abysse of death. CAme none yet from the Generall? No insooth Madam; I protest your sister If she continue in these suddaine fits, Will so undoe her face, that all my art Can never rectifi't; shee weepes, as if She might as easily be supply'd with eyes As with new dressings, ile be sworne, I tooke As hearty paines to cut a handsome heart; And though I say't it was a pretty one As e're was made of Taffaty, to grace her Check, And never trust me if I lye to you, Her teares has wash'd her heart away. Th'art still In these impertinent discourses: what's the cause My sister is so prodigall of her griefe, To let thee see her vent it? Why Madam, I have seene a Lady weepe, Besides your sister, and have wept my selfe too, I never shall forget the time; I could Een cry agen to thinke on't; twas at the death Of your fine little Iewell: never Lady Nurst such a dainty puppy, but hee's gone, And farewell he; I will not give a rush For any woman cannot use her eyes With as much liberty as her tongue, these fooles, These loving Ideots men for three forc'd drops Will mollifie like wax, and be made apt For any impression. Vitelli you are wellcome, I suppose Your businesse has been urgent, we expected Your presence sooner, howsoever now Tis grateful hither. My young Lady shall Have notice of's arrivall, perhaps his sight Will cheere her drooping spirits.