Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Sicily and Naples, or The Fatal Union · chunk 25 of 38

Harding, Samuel · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals)
not in BritDrama
unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 492 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.

No; I know all, Ferrando's false, as stained with sin, and perjury As howling-Ghosts. Good Madame don't affright me; Your fancy's dark and gloomy. Yes all hell Is there at work contriving a revenge; Revenge? for whom? No matter whom;— But tell me How, and with what false oaths, he won thee first To his loose sheets. I'll tell you; but you first Shall promise me, to bread no other way To your revenge and mine, than I shall lead you in. I do: Let's sir, and hear it all. Whilst yet Alberto lived As great in favour as in blood, the glory O'th' Court of Naples, honoured with daily visits From his Prince; 'twas my unhappy destiny, (Fool that I was to be so credulous!) To receive many favours from Ferrando; Which I interpreted i'th' way of love; meanwhile, this match was treated of between Him, and yourself; your Father (Sicily's King) After your plighted troths, and formal ceremonies Used betwixt Prince, and Prince, would break it off, Which caused a sudden war upon his Country; In which expedition Alberto Was sent chief general: the King being forced Now to withdraw his public visits, employed Ursini in the business; gets access Privately to me i'th' might, and that too Always i'th' dark, lest happily he might Be known to any of my servants; Briefly After his many oaths, and protestations Of his fair meaning, I at last consented To let him steal the fruit, he durst not own: When ere I urged, he was engaged to you, He answered, that was but a trick of state, A fair pretence to colour his design; And make't seem glorious, in the eye o'th' world; That he warred for a Kingdom, not a Queen; Only entreated me, that I'd be silent, And not so much as in a sign betray Toth' day, what only night was conscious of. You condescended? Willingly. My father i'th' meanwhile returns defeated, For which the King led on by passion, seized His life and honours, these conferred on his Now favourite Ursini: the fleet re enforced, He himself the second time in person Went general of the forces, conquered Sicily, And slew your father on Messina's plains, Last brought you away captive. But how cam'st thou to Court in Sicily? Thou told'st another story then: For that I crave your pardon, 'twas all the untruths My life has ere been charged with; but 'twas thus: Led partly by a jealous fear, to see What he intended; partly to find out My brother Frederico, who was left there Commander in Mazara, which was took In the first expedition, in this disguise, 'Mongst others whom desire of fame, or profit Led to your shore, I crossed the seas; but failing In quest of him I sought, I came to Court, Where since I have remained. But why Felicia Didst not disclose thyself before this time, Now things are grown so bad?
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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 1507–1579 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 38 in this edition
Length492 words · 673 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships at 0.743
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)
No; I know all, Ferrando's falſe, as ſtayn'd with ſin, and perjury As howling-Ghoſts. Good Madame don't affright me; Your fancy's darke and gloomy. Yes all hell Is there at worke contriving a revenge; Revenge? for whom? No matter whom;—But tell me How, and with what falſe othes, he won thee firſt To his looſe ſheets. I'le tell you; but you firſt Shall promiſe me, to breade no other way To your revenge and mine, then I ſhall leade you in. I doe: Let's ſir, and heare it all. Whilſt yet Alberto liv'd As great in favour as in bloud, the glory O'th Court of Naples, honour'd with dayly viſits From his Prince; t'was my unhappy deſtiny, (Foole that I was to be ſo credulous!) To receive many favours from Ferrando; Which I interpreted i'th way of love; Meane while, this match was treated of betweene Him, and your ſelfe; your Father (Sicily's King) After your plighted troths, and formall ceremonyes Us'd betwixt Prince, and Prince, would breake it off, Which caus'd a ſudden warre upon his Country; In which expedition Alberto Was ſent chiefe generall: the King being fore't Now to withdraw his publick viſits, imploy'd Ʋrſini in the buſineſſe; gets acceſſe Privately to me i'th might, and that too Allwayes i'th darke, leſt happily he might Be knowne to any of my ſervants; Briefly After his many oathes, and proteſtations Of his faire meaning, I at laſt conſented To let him ſteale the fruit, he durſt not owne: When ere I urg'd, he was ingug'd to you, He anſwer'd, that was but a tricke of ſtate, A faire pretence to colour his deſigne; And mak't ſeeme glorious, in the eye o'th world; That he warr'd for a Kingdome, not a Queene; Onely intreated me, that I'de be ſilent, And not ſo much as in a ſigne betray To'th day, what onely night was conſcious of. You condiſcended? Willingly. My father i'th meane while returnes defeated, For which the King led on by paſſion, ſeiz'd His life and honours, theſe conferr'd on his Now favourite Ʋrſini: the fleete re inforc't, He himſelfe the ſecond time in perſon Went generall of the forces, conquer'd Sicily, And ſlew your father on Meſſina's plaines, Laſt brought you away captive. But how cam'ſt thou to Court in Sicily? Thou told'ſt another ſtory then: For that I crave your pardon, 'twas all the untruths My life has ere bin charg'd with; but 'twas thus: Led partly by a jealous feare, to ſee What he intended; partly to find out My brother Frederico, who was left there Commander in Mazara, which was tooke In the firſt expedition, in this diſguiſe, 'Mongſt others whom deſire of fame, or profit Led to your ſhore, I croſſ't the ſeas; but failing In queſt of him I ſought, I came to Court, Where ſince I have remain'd. But why Felicia Did'ſt not diſcloſe thy ſelfe before this time, Now things are growne ſo bad?