Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Phoenix · chunk 3 of 40

Middleton, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals)
comedy · Children of Paul's (second) · before the Court
unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 480 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.

You have set down the world briefly my Lord. But how am I assured of faith in thee? Yet I durst trust thee. Let my soul be lost, When it shall lose your secrets: nor will I only be a preserver of them, but if you so please an assister. It suffices: That King stands surest who by his virtue rises More than by birth or blood, that Prince is rare, Who strives in youth to save his age from care, Let's be prepared away. I'll follow your Grace, Thou wonder of all Princes, precedent, and Glory, True Phoenix, made of an unusual strain, " Who labours to reform is fit to reign. How can that King be safe that studies not The profit of his people? See where comes The best part of my heart, my love. Sir, I am bound to find you, I heard newly Of sudden Travail which his grace intends And only but yourself to accompany him. You heard in that, little beside the truth, Yet not so sudden as to want those manners, To leave you unregarded. I did not think, so unfashionably of you: How long is your return? 'tis not yet come to me, scarce to my Lord, Unless the Duke refer it to his pleasure, But long I think it is not, the Duke's age, (If not his apt experience) will forbid it. His grace commands, I must not think amiss, farewell Nay stay, and take this comfort, You shall hear often from us, i'll direct Where you shall surely know, and I desire you Write me the Truth, how my new father in law, the Captain bears himself toward my Mother, For that marriage, knew nothing of my mind, It never flourished in any part of my affection. methinks she's much disgraced herself. Nothing so: if he be good & will abide the touch, a Captain may marry a Lady, if he can sail into her good will. Indeed that's all, 'tis all in all, commend me to thy breast, farewell. So by my Lords firm policy we may see, To present view, what absent forms would be. There's Noble purchase Captain. Nay admirable purchase. Enough to make us proud for ever. Hah? Never was opportunity so Gallant. Why you make me mad. Three Ships not a poop less. And everyone so wealthily burdened upon my manhood. Pox on't, and now am I tied e'en as the Devil would ha''t. Captain, of all men living I would ha' sworn thou wouldst near have married. 'Sfoot, so would I myself man, give me my Endue, you know I ha' sworn all heaven over and over: That you have i'faith. Why go too then. Of a man that has tasted salt water to commit such a fresh Trick. Why 'tis abominable I grant you now I see't: Had there been fewer Women—
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Phoenix
AuthorMiddleton, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1604 [1603-1604]
First performance (BritDrama)1604 [Feb] [1603-1604]
Company (BritDrama)Children of Paul's (second)
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 573 · TCP A07507 · DEEP 464
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 109–167 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 40 in this edition
Length480 words · 616 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships at 0.844
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)
You haue ſet downe the worlde briefly my Lord. But how am I aſſur'd of faith in thee? Yet I durſt truſt thee. Let my ſoule be loſt, When it ſhall looſe your ſecrets: nor will I onely bee a preſeruer of them, but if you ſo pleaſe an aſſiſter. It ſuffices: That King ſtands ſur'ſt who by his vertue riſes More then by birth or blood, that Prince is rare, Who ſtriues in youth to ſaue his age from care, Let's be preparde away. Ile follow your Grace, Thou wonder of all Princes, Preſident, and Glorie, True Phoenix, made of an vnuſuall ſtraine, "Who labours to reforme is fit to raigne. How can that King be ſafe that ſtudies not The profite of his people? See where comes The beſt part of my heart, my loue. Sir, I am bound to find you, I heard newly Of ſuddaine Trauaile which his grace intends And onely but your ſelfe to accompany him. You heard in that, little beſide the truth, Yet not ſo ſuddaine as to want thoſe manners, To leaue you vnregarded. I did not thinke, ſo vnfaſhionably of you: How long is your returne? Tis not yet come to me, ſcarce to my Lord, Vnleſſe the Duke referre it to his pleaſure, But long I thinke it is not, the Dukes age, (If not his apt experience) will forbid it. His grace commaunds, I muſt not think amiſſe, farwell Nay ſtay, and take this comfort, You ſhall heare often from vs, ile direct Where you ſhall ſurely knowe, and I deſire you Write me the Truth, how my new father in lawe, the Captaine beares himſelfe toward my Mother, For that marriage, knew nothing of my minde, It neuer flouriſht in any part of my affection. Me thinkes ſha's much diſgrac'd herſelfe. Nothing ſo: if he be good & wil abide the touch, a Captaine may marrie a Lady, if hee can ſaile into her good will. Indeede thats all, Tis al in al, commend me to thy breſt, farwel. So by my Lords firme pollicy we may ſee, To preſent view, what abſent formes would be. There's Noble purchaſe Captaine. Nay admirable purchaſe. Ynough to make vs proud for euer. Hah? Neuer was opportunitie ſo Gallant. Why you make me madde. Three Ships not a poope leſſe. And euerieone ſo wealthily burdned vpon my manhood. Pox on't, and now am I tyed ee'n as the Deuil would ha't. Captaine, of all men liuing I wold ha' ſworne thou wouldſt nere haue married. S'foot, ſo would I my ſelfe man, giue mee my Due, you know I ha ſworne all heauen ouer and ouer: That you haue y faith. Why goe too then. Of a man that has taſted ſalt water to commit ſuch a freſh Tricke. Why tis abhominable I grant you now I ſee't: Had there beene fewer Women—