Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Bussy D'Ambois · chunk 21 of 41

Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals)
tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 503 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

'tis true my Lord; and as this doting hand, Even out of earth, (like Iuno) struck this giant, So Ioues great ordinance shallbe here implied To strike him under th'Aetna of his pride: To which work lend your hands and let us cast Where we may set snares for his gadding greatness. I think it best, amongst our greatest women: For there is no such trap to catch an upstart As a loose downfall; and indeed their falls Are th'ends of all men's rising: if great men And wise; make scapes to please advantage 'tis with a woman: women that worst may Still hold men's candles: they direct and know All things amiss in all men; and their women All things amiss in them: through whose charmed mouths We may see all the close scapes of the Court: When the most royal beast of chase (being old, And cunning in his choice of lairs and haunts) Can never be discovered to the bow The piece or hound: yet where his custom is To beat his vault, and he ruts with his hind, The place is marked, and by his Venery He still is taken. Shall we then attempt The chiefest mean to that discovery here, And court our greatest lady's greatest women, With shows of love, and liberal promises? 'tis but our breath. If something given in hand, Sharpen their hopes of more; twill be well ventured. No doubt of that: and 'tis an excellent point Of our devised investigation. I have already broke the ice, my Lord, With the most trusted woman of your Countess, And hope I shall wade through to our discovery, Take say of her my Lord, she comes most fitly And we will to the other. You're engaged. Nay pray my Lord forbear. What skittish, servant? No my Lord I am not so fit for your service: Pray pardon me now my Lord? my Lady expects me. I'll satisfy her expectation, as far as an uncle may. Well said: a spir't of Courtship of all hands: Now mine own Pero: hast thou remembered me For the discovery I entreated thee to make concerning Thy Mistress? speak boldly, and be sure of all things I have promised. Building on that you have sworn (my Lord) I may speak: and much the rather, because my Lady hath not trusted me with that I can tell you; for now I cannot be said to betray her. That's all one: so it be not to one that will betray thee: forth I beseech thee. To tell you truth, my Lord, I have made a strange discovery. Excellent Pero thou revivest me: may I sink quick into earth here, if my tongue discover it. 'tis thus then: This last night my Lord lay forth: and I wondering my Ladies sitting up, stole at midnight from my palate: and (having before made a hole both through the wall and arras to her inmost chamber) I saw D'Ambois and she set close at a banquet.
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PlayBussy D'Ambois
AuthorChapman, George
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1607
First performance (BritDrama)1604
Company (BritDrama)Children of Paul's (second)
TheaterPaul's;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 579 · TCP A18403 · DEEP 472
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1178–1227 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 41 in this edition
Length503 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.748
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)
Tis true my Lord; and as this doting hand, Euen out of earth, (like Iuno) strooke this giant, So Ioues great ordinance shalbe heere implide To strike him vnder th'Aetna of his pride: To which worke lend your hands and let vs cast Where we may set snares for his gadding greatnes. I thinke it best, amongst our greatest women: For there is no such trap to catch an vpstart As a loose downfall; and indeed their fals Are th'ends of all mens rising: if great men And wise; make scapes to please aduantage Tis with a woman: women that woorst may Still hold mens candles: they direct and know All things amisse in all men; and their women All things amisse in them: through whose charmd mouthes We may see all the close scapes of the Court: When the most royall beast of chace (being old, And cunning in his choice of layres and haunts) Can neuer be discouered to the bow The peece or hound: yet where his custome is To beat his vault, and he ruts with his hinde, The place is markt, and by his Venery He still is taken. Shall we then attempt The chiefest meane to that discouery heere, And court our greatest Ladies greatest women, With shews of loue, and liberall promises? Tis but our breath. If something giuen in hand, Sharpen their hopes of more; twilbe well venterd. No doubt of that: and tis an excellent point Of our deuis'd inuestigation. I haue already broke the ice, my Lord, With the most trusted woman of your Countesse, And hope I shall wade through to our discouery, Take say of her my Lord, she comes most fitly And we will to the other. Y'are engag'd. Nay pray my Lord forbeare. What skittish, seruant? No my Lord I am not so fit for your seruice: Pray pardon me now my Lord? my Lady expects me. Ile satisfie her expectation, as far as an vnkle may. Well said: a s pirt of Courtship of all hands: Now mine owne Pero: hast thou remembred mee For the discouery I entreated thee to make concerning Thy Mistresse? speak boldly, and be sure of all things I haue promised. Building on that you haue sworne (my Lord) I may speake: and much the rather, because my Lady hath not trusted me with that I can tell you; for now I cannot be said to betray her. That's all one: so it bee not to one that will betray thee: foorth I beseech thee. To tell you truth, my Lord, I haue made a strange discouery. Excellent Pero thou reuiu'st me: may I sincke quicke into earth heere, if my tongue discouer it. Tis thus then: This last night my Lord lay foorth: and I wondring my Ladies sitting vp, stole at midnight from my pallat: and (hauing before made a hole both through the wall and arras to her inmost chamber) I saw D'Ambois and she set close at a banquet.