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The Royal Entertainment of the Queen and Prince at Althorp (The Satyr) · chunk 3 of 4

Jonson, Ben · published 1604 · first performed or written 1603 [Jun 25] (Annals)
entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court
T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.72 · 498 words

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

And as deere in euery part. See, for instance where he sends His Sonne, his Heire; who humbly bends Lowe, as is his Fathers earth, To the wombe that gaue you birth: So he was directed first. Next to you, of whome the thirst Of seeing takes away the vse Of that part, should plead excuse For his boldnesse, which is lesse By his comlie shamfastnesse. Rise vp Sir, I will betray, All I thinke you haue to say; That your Father giues you here, (Freely as to him you were) To the seruice of this Prince: And with you these Instruments Of his wilde and Syan trade, Better not had. The Bow was Phebas, and the horne, By Orion often worne: The Dog of Sparta breed, and good, As can ring within a Wood: Thence his name is: you shall trye How he hunteth instantly. But perhaps the Queene your mother, Rather doth affect some other Sport, as coursing: we will proue Which her Highnesse most doth loue. Satyres let the Woods refound, They shall haue their welcome crownd, With abrace of to ground. At that, the whole Wood and place reounded with the noise of Cornets, Hornes, and other Hunting Musique, and a brace of pt out; and as fortunately killd, as they were meant to be; euen in the sight of her Maiesti. This was the first Nights shew. Where the next day being Sunday, she rested, and on Monday, till after dinuer; where there was a speach sodainly thought on, to induce a Morrise of the Clownes there about, who most officiouslie presented themselues, but by reason of the throng of the Countrey that came in, their Speaker could not be hard, who was in the person of No-body, to deliuer this following speach and attired in a paire of Breeches which were made to come vp to his neck, with his armes out at his pockets, and a Cap drowning his face. If my outside moue your Laughter, Pray Ioue, my inside be thereafter. Queene, Prince, Duke, Earles, Countesses; you courtly Pearles: (And, I hope no mortall sinne, If I put lesse Ladyes in) Faire saluted bee you all. At this time it doth befall, We are the Huisher to a Morrise, (A kind of Masque) whereof good store is In the Countrey here about, But this, the choise of all the rout. Who because that no man sent them, Haue got No-body to present them. These are Things haue no suspicion Of their ill doing: nor Ambition, Of their well: but as the Pipe Shall inspire them, meane to skip. They come to see, and to bee seene, And though they dance afore the Queene, Ther's none of these doth hope to come by Wealth, to build another Holmby: All those dauncing dayes are done, Men must now haue more then one Grace, to build their fortunes on, Else our soules would sure haue gone, All by this time to our feete.
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PlayThe Royal Entertainment of the Queen and Prince at Althorp (The Satyr)
AuthorJonson, Ben
Publication year (edition)1604
First performance / composition (Annals)1603 [Jun 25]
First performance (BritDrama)1603 [June 25 and 27]
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)entertainment; royal entertainment or entry
Play typeOccasional;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 462 · TCP A04637 · DEEP 5059.02
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 157–217 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 4 in this edition
Length498 words · 714 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.721 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
And as deere in euery part. See, for instance where he sends His Sonne, his Heire; who humbly bends Lowe, as is his Fathers earth, To the wombe that gaue you birth: So he was directed first. Next to you, of whome the thirst Of seeing takes away the vse Of that part, should plead excuse For his boldnesse, which is lesse By his comlie shamfastnesse. Rise vp Sir, I will betray, All I thinke you haue to say; That your Father giues you here, (Freely as to him you were) To the seruice of this Prince: And with you these Instruments Of his wilde and Syan trade, Better not had. The Bow was Phebas, and the horne, By Orion often worne: The Dog of Sparta breed, and good, As can ring within a Wood: Thence his name is: you shall trye How he hunteth instantly. But perhaps the Queene your mother, Rather doth affect some other Sport, as coursing: we will proue Which her Highnesse most doth loue. Satyres let the Woods refound, They shall haue their welcome crownd, With abrace of to ground. At that, the whole Wood and place reounded with the noise of Cornets, Hornes, and other Hunting Musique, and a brace of pt out; and as fortunately killd, as they were meant to be; euen in the sight of her Maiesti. This was the first Nights shew. Where the next day being Sunday, she rested, and on Monday, till after dinuer; where there was a speach sodainly thought on, to induce a Morrise of the Clownes there about, who most officiouslie presented themselues, but by reason of the throng of the Countrey that came in, their Speaker could not be hard, who was in the person of No-body, to deliuer this following speach and attired in a paire of Breeches which were made to come vp to his neck, with his armes out at his pockets, and a Cap drowning his face. If my outside moue your Laughter, Pray Ioue, my inside be thereafter. Queene, Prince, Duke, Earles, Countesses; you courtly Pearles: (And, I hope no mortall sinne, If I put lesse Ladyes in) Faire saluted bee you all. At this time it doth befall, We are the Huisher to a Morrise, (A kind of Masque) whereof good store is In the Countrey here about, But this, the choise of all the rout. Who because that no man sent them, Haue got No-body to present them. These are Things haue no suspicion Of their ill doing: nor Ambition, Of their well: but as the Pipe Shall inspire them, meane to skip. They come to see, and to bee seene, And though they dance afore the Queene, Ther's none of these doth hope to come by Wealth, to build another Holmby: All those dauncing dayes are done, Men must now haue more then one Grace, to build their fortunes on, Else our soules would sure haue gone, All by this time to our feete.