Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Antonio and Mellida · chunk 10 of 29

Marston, John · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (second)
T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.81 · 504 words

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

Why man, cry out for lantern and candlelight. For 'tis your only way, to find your bright flaming wench, with your light burning torch: for most commonly, these light creatures live in darkness. Away you heretic, you'll be burnt for Go, you amorous hound, follow the scent of your mistress shoe; away. Make a fair presence, boys, advance your lights: The Princess makes approach. And please the gods, now in very good deed, law, you shall see me tickle the measures for the heavens, Do my hangers show? Beauteous Amazon, sit, and seat your thoughts In the reposure of most soft content. Sound music there. Nay daughter, clear your eyes, From these dull fogs of misty discontent: Look sprightly girl. What? though Antonio's drowned, That peevish dotard on thy excellence, That hated issue of Andrugio: Yet mayst thou triumph in my victories; Since, lo, the high borne bloods of Italy Sue for thy seat of love. Beauty and youth run descant on loves ground. Lady, erect your gracious symmetry: Shine in the sphere of sweet affection: Your eye as heavy, as the heart of night. My thoughts are as black as your beard, my fortunes as ill proportioned as your legs; and all the powers of my mind, as leaden as your wit, and as dusty as your face is swarthy. Faith sweet, i'll lay thee on the lips for that jest. I pray thee intrude not on a dead man's right. No, but the livings just possession. Thy lips, and love, are mine. You near took seizing on them yet: forbear: There's not a vacant corner of my heart, But all is filled with dead Antonio's loss. Then urge no more; O leave to love at all; 'tis less disgraceful, not to mount, then fall. Bright and refulgent Lady, deign your ear: You see this blade, had it a courtly lip, It would divulge my valour, plead my love, justle that skipping feeble amourist Out of your loves seat; I am Matzagent. Hark thee, I pray thee taint not thy sweet ear With that sots gabble; By thy beauteous cheek, He is the flagging'st bulrush that ere drooped With each slight mist of rain. But with pleased eye Smile on my courtship. What said you sir? alas my thought was fixed Upon another object. Good, forbear: I shall but weep. ay me, what boots a tear! Come, come, let's dance. O music thou distill'st More sweetness in us then this jarring world: Both time and measure from thy strains do breathe, Whilst from the channel of this dirt doth flow Nothing but timeless grief, unmeasured woe. O how impatience cramps my cracked veins, And cruddles thick my blood, with boiling rage! O eyes, why leap you not like thunderbolts, Or canon bullets in my rivals face; Oy me infeliche misero, o lamentevol fato! What means the Lady fall upon the ground? Belike the falling sickness. I cannot brook this sight, my thoughts grow wild: Here lies a wretch, on whom heaven never smiled.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayAntonio and Mellida
AuthorMarston, John
Publication year (edition)1602
First performance / composition (Annals)1602
First performance (BritDrama)1599 [autumn] [1599-1601]
Company (BritDrama)Children of Paul's (second)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 418 · TCP A07063 · DEEP 325
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 416–472 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 29 in this edition
Length504 words · 702 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.806 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T14 · seed 44: T9 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why man, cry out for lanthorne and candlelight. For tis your onely way, to finde your bright flaming wench, with your light burning torch: for most commonly, these light creatures liue in darknesse. Away you heretike, youle be burnt for Goe, you amorous hound, follow the sent of your mistresse shooe; away. Make a faire presence, boyes, aduance your lightes: The Princesse makes approach. And please the gods, now in very good deede, law, you shal see me tickle the measures for the heauēs, Doe my hangers showe? Beautious Amazon, sit, and seat your thoughts In the reposure of most soft content. Sound musick there. Nay daughter, cleare your eyes, From these dull fogs of mistie discontent: Look sprightly girl. What? though Antonio's droun'd, That peeuish dotard on thy excellence, That hated issue of Andrugio: Yet maist thou tryumph in my victories; Since, loe, the high borne bloodes of Italy Sue for thy seate of loue. Beautie and youth run descant on loues ground. Ladie, erect your gratious summetry: Shine in the spheare of sweete affection: Your eye as heauie, as the heart of night. My thoughts are as black as your bearde, my fortunes as ill proportioned as your legs; and all the powers of my minde, as leaden as your wit, and as dustie as your face is swarthy. Faith sweet, ile lay thee on the lips for that iest. I pree thee intrude not on a dead mans right. No, but the liuings iust possession. Thy lips, and loue, are mine. You nere tooke seizin on them yet: forbeare: There's not a vacant corner of my heart, But all is fild with deade Antonios losse. Then vrge no more; O leaue to loue at all; Tis lesse disgracefull, not to mount, then fall. Bright and refulgent Ladie, daine your eare: You see this blade, had it a courtly lip, It would diuulge my valour, plead my loue, Iustle that skipping feeble amorist Out of your loues seat; I am Matzagent. Harke thee, I pray thee taint not thy sweete eare With that sots gabble; By thy beautious cheeke, He is the flagging'st bulrush that ere droopt With each slight mist of raine. But with pleas'd eye Smile on my courtshippe. What said you sir? alas my thought was fixt Vpon another obiect. Good, forbeare: I shall but weepe. Aye me, what bootes a teare! Come, come, lets daunce. O musicke thou distill'st More sweetnesse in vs then this iarring world: Both time and measure from thy straines doe breath, Whilst from the channell of this durt doth flowe Nothing but timelesse griefe, vnmeasured woe. O how impatience cramps my cracked veins, And cruddles thicke my blood, with boiling rage! O eyes, why leape you not like thunderbolts, Or canon bullets in my riuals face; Oy me infeliche misero, o lamenteuol fato! What meanes the Lady fal vpon the groūd? Belike the falling sicknesse. I cannot brooke this sight, my thoughts grow wilde: Here lies a wretch, on whome heauen neuer smilde.