Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Sicily and Naples, or The Fatal Union · chunk 2 of 38

Harding, Samuel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals)
not in BritDrama
unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 491 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.

Be more composed and hear me, though you hate Treason as ill as cowardice, yet I must Tell you, you're the men have brought The enemy home to Naples, I mean the army: For what less can I term such a vast body, Consisting of such disproportioned members; Fleshed with the spoils of fertile Sicily, Enriched with what a happy soil can yield To an insulting conqueror; fed too With glorious hopes of ease, and plenty? You know how hard a task you underwent To govern them abroad, when tamed by want, Thirst, hunger, heat, and cold; judge then what sway Authority can bear, when by this change They are grown mad, and mutinous; who shall Compose their private jars, and quarrels, when Their full cups add fury to their pride? Enough: this speech hath cut of all reply, Besides, you know Sicily is now in Naples; The Prince a captive to his Prisoner: How far his easy nature may be wrought upon Is yet uncertain, his years though they have outdone History, are not yet grown up to the ripeness of experience For my severity; (I'd gladly have You call it by another name;) it is My duty, (if not yours) I take it, to be vigilant. My Lord, think what I spoke was but to gain Satisfaction, which you have amply given. And what should I do i'th' City? that retain No more of my education there, than what I gained In the Artillery yard: my company Would be shunned there more than poverty, Or a disease; I should be interdicted The Court, merely because I'm out of fashion, Or for fear of challenges— Troth for the Ladies, The homeliest please me best; I am as much Too rough hewn for them, as they're to polished for me: My constitution requires a dispatch I'th' vaulting business, beyond that of tedious Niceties, and witty prologues. Gongales', and Petrucchio's regiment I've left aboard to guard the fleet, yours must Make safe the Castle, and the land forts; you Cannot endear me more than by your circumspection; The City will be all in triumph at These nuptials, twixt our divided houses; Think these Sicilians, though you have won And forced them to groan beneath your sword, may yet At heart be traitors; if not, opportunity May make them so; at such a time as this Surprise is easy; history hath such examples, Unfortunate ones; and you'd be loath to add Unto the number. You have chalked out a way That leads to honour, and we are hasty To pursue it: I shall report you noble. And General, d'ye hear, if you meet with Ere a masculine feminine, that has impudence Enough, to follow an army, a wench of twagging haunches, And full things, fend her to me, she shall be my laundress. Good Captain be less wild, and use me, To the loss of honour. Didst meet with him?— he's here already.
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PlaySicily and Naples, or The Fatal Union
AuthorHarding, Samuel
Publication year (edition)1640
First performance / composition (Annals)1640
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Closet/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1153 · TCP A02629 · DEEP 986
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 46–109 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 38 in this edition
Length491 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T50 — Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea and land at 0.795
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)
Be more compos'd and heare me, though you hate Treaſon as ill as cowardice, yet I muſt Tell you, you're the men have brought The enemy home to Naples, I meane the army▪ For what leſſe can I terme ſuch a vaſt body, Conſiſting of ſuch diſproportion'd members; Fleſh't with the ſpoyles of fertile Sicily, Enrich't with what a happy ſoyle can yeeld To an inſulting conquerour; fed too With glorious hopes of eaſe, and plenty? You know how hard a taske you underwent To governe them abroad, when tam'd by want, Thirſt, hunger, heate, and cold; judge then what ſway Authority can beare, when by this change They are growne mad, and mutinous; who ſhall Compoſe their private jarres, and quarrels, when Their full cups adde fury to their pride? Enough: this ſpeech hath cut of all reply, Beſides, you know Sicily is now in Naples; The Prince a captive to his Priſoner: How farre his eaſie nature may be wrought upon Is yet uncertaine, his yeares though they have outdone Hiſtory, are not yet grown up to the ripeneſſe of experience For my ſeverity; (I'de gladly have You call it by another name;) it is My duty, (if not yours) I take it, to be vigilant. My Lord, thinke what I ſpake was but to gaine Satisfaction, which you have amply given. And what ſhould I doe i'th City? that retaine No more of my education there, than what I gain'd In the Artillery yard: my company Would be ſhun'd there more than poverty, Or a diſeaſe; I ſhould be interdicted The Court, meerly becauſe I'me out of faſhion, Or for feare of challenges — Troth for the Ladies, The homelieſt pleaſe mee beſt; I am as much Too rough hewen for them, as they're to poliſht for me: My conſtitution requires a diſpatch I'th vaulting buſineſſe, beyond that of tedious Niceties, and wittie prologues. Gongales, and Petrucchio's regiment I've left aboard to guard the fleete, your's muſt Make ſafe the Caſtle, and the land forts; you Cannot endeare mee more than by your circumſpection; The Citty will be all in triumphat Theſe nuptials, twixt our divided houſes; Thinke theſe Sicilian's, though you have wonne And forc't them to groane beneath your ſword, may yet At heart be traitours; if not, oportunitie May make them ſo; at ſuch a time as this Surprize is eaſie; hiſtory hath ſuch examples, Unfortunate ones; and you'de be loath to adde Unto the number. You have chalk't out a way That leads to honour, and we are haſtie To purſue it: I ſhall report you noble. And Generall, de'e heare, if you meet with Ere a maſculine feminine, that has impudence Enough, to follow an army, a wench of twagging hanches, And full things, fend her to mee, ſhe ſhall be my laundreſſe. Good Captaine be leſſe wild, and uſe mee, To the loſſe of honour. Didſt meet with him?—he's here already.