The Ladies' Privilege (The Lady's Privilege) · chunk 15 of 31
Glapthorne, Henry · published 1640 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1640] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.82 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Madam, my friend The General, does by me tender his best and truest service to you, he has sent me Prompt, to fulfil the nicest point of duty Your pleasure casts upon me. Sir, the General is so just in his proceeding, I must ever Esteem him truly Noble, though I should Banish him my affection. I could wish The sweetness of your virtue would vouchsafe To lay a reclamation of your love: Had you but seen with what ambitious haste, With what extreme persuasions he endeavoured The satisfaction of your will, you could not. Fancy a change from one so worthy. No? not to enjoy yourself? Me Madam; No equal eye can parallel my poor Regardless merit, with the glorious worth Which does as far transcend mine in desert, As't does in eminence of fortune. Sir your modesty Extenuates your own worthiness, to bestow A large addition on your friends, my judgement Has balanced both, and has concluded which Ought to be held most noble, I do honour True constancy in men, pray tell me sir, For it concerns me nearly, did you ever. Fervently love my sister? To include, (All strength of humane zeal) as Doria does adore Your excellent beauty, with a heat Holy as souls in dearest fancy Their sainted fellows. And can you extinguish So great a flame so easily, can entreats, So soon subdue your temper? if your truth Be of this wavering quality, how shall I Receive assurance of it? The vow I made, my friend secures it, think not Madam That both my parents with persuasive prayers, Could have enforced me violate my faith To fair Eurione, but when my friend, My honoured friend to whom I owe my life, As tenant to his, bounty did in tears, A soldiers tears whose every drop prevails. More than a captive princess, plead the loss. Of his own life, my gratitude did vanquish Passion, and forced me tear even from my soul Eurione's affection. You are just In your determination. Bless me friendship, And with thy white wings overshade my heart, Or here descends a Saint will dispossess thee Of the accustomed shrine, a bark enclosed, Twixt two encountering tides is not more tossed Than I twixt striving passions, while a friend, I cannot be a lover. Vitelli am I in your opinion lost? my sister Relates so sad a wonder, that if truth, I am undone for ever. Hark she speaks too, A tempting language; such was our first mother's voice, While she was innocent, dear Ladies would I could divide myself, for being one, I cannot on the Theater of my mind, Act both a friend and lover, that two names Of so entire affinity should occasion So manifest a dissension, in a soul That would be true, yet is enforced, though loath, To forfeit one, or to be false to both.
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 982–1054 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 31 in this edition
Length
480 words · 616 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.816 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T15 · 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, my friend The Generall, does by me tender his best and truest service to you, he has sent me Prompt, to fulfill the nicest poynt of duty Your pleasure casts upon me. Sir, the Generall is so just in his proceeding, I must ever Esteeme him truely Noble, though I should Banish him my affection. I could wish The sweetnesse of your vertue would vouchsafe To lay a reclamation of your love: Had you but seene with what ambitious haste, With what extreame perswasions he endeavour'd The satisfaction of your will, you could not. Fancy a change from one so worthy. No? not to enjoy your selfe? Me Madam; No equall eye can parallell my poore Regardlesse merit, with the glorious worth Which does as farre transcend mine in desert, As't does in eminence of fortune. Sir your modesty Extenuates your owne worthinesse, to bestow A large addition on your friends, my judgement Has ballanc'd both, and has concluded which Ought to be held most noble, I doe honour True constancy in men, pray tell me sir, For it concernes me neerely, did you ever. Fervently love my sister? To include, (All strength of humane zeale) as Doria does adore Your excellent beauty, with a heat Holy as soules in deonest fancy Their sainted fellowes. And can you extinguish So great a flame so easily, can entreates, So soone subdue your temper? if your truth Be of this wavering quality, how shall I Receive assurance of it? The vow I made, my friend secures it, thinke not Madam That both my parents with perswasive prayers, Could have enforc'd me violate my faith To faire Eurione, but when my friend, My honor'd friend to whom I owe my life, As tenant to his, bounty did in teares, A souldiers teares whose every drop prevailes. More then a captive princesse, plead the losse. Of his owne life, my gratitude did vanquish Passion, and forc'd me tear even from my soule Euriones affection. You are just In your determination. Blesse me friendship, And with thy white wings overshade my heart, Or here descends a Saint will dispossesse thee Of the accustom'd shrine, a barke enclos'd, Twixt two encountring tides is not more tost Then I twixt striving passions, while a friend, I cannot be a lover. Uitelli am I in your opinion lost? my sister Relates so sad a wonder, that if truth, I am undone for ever. Harke she speakes too, A tempting language; such was our first mothers voyce, While she was innocent, deeere Ladies would I could divide my selfe, for being one, I cannot on the Theater of my minde, Act both a friend and lover, that two names Of so intire affinity should occasion So manifest a dissension, in a soule That would be true, yet is inforc'd, though loath, To forfeit one, or to be false to both.