Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron · chunk 17 of 33

Chapman, George · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals)
history · Children of the Queen's Revels
T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.76 · 467 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.

He shall both know, and love you: are you mine? I take the honour of it, on my knee, And hope to quite it with your Majesty. La Fin, is in the right; and will obtain; He draweth with his weight; and like a plummet That sways a door, with falling of, pulls after, Thus will Laffin be brought a Stranger to you, By him he leads; he conquers that is conquered, That's sought, as hard to win, that sues to be won. But is my Painter warned to take his picture. When he shall see me, and present Laffin? He is (my Lord) and (as your highness willed) All we will press about him, and admire, The royal promise of his rare aspect, As if he heard not. 'twill inflame him. Such tricks the Archduke used t' extol his greatness, Which compliments though plain men hold absurd, And a mere remedy for desire of Greatness. Yet great men use them; as they eat Potatoes, High Coollises, and potions to excite The lust of their ambition: and this Duke; You know is noted in his natural garb Extremely glorious; who will therefore bring An appetite expecting such a bait; He comes, go instantly, and fetch the Painter. All honour to your highness, 'tis most true. All honours flow to me, in you their Ocean; As welcome worthiest duke, as if my marquisate, Were circled with you in these amorous arms; I sorrow Sir I could not bring it with me, That I might so supply the fruitless complement, Of only visiting your excellence, With which the king now sends me t' entertain you, Which notwithstanding doth confer this good, That it hath given me some small time to show, My gratitude for the many secret bounties, I have (by this your Lord Ambassador) Felt from your highness and in short, t' assure you, That all my most deserts are at your service. Had the king sent me by you half his kingdom, It were not half so welcome; For defect. Of whatsoever in myself, (my Lord,) I here commend to your most Princely Service This honoured friend of mine; Your name I pray you Sir. Laffin, my Lord Laffin? Is this the man, That you so recommended to my Love? The same my Lord, You're next my Lord the duke, The most desired of all men. O my Lord, The King and I, have had a mighty conflict, About your conflicts, and your matchless worth, In military virtues; which I put In Balance with the continent of France, In all the peace and safety it enjoys. And made even weight with all he could put in Of all men's else; and of their own deserts, Of all men's else? would he weigh other men's, With my deservings,
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PlayThe Conspiracy of Charles Duke of Byron
AuthorChapman, George
Publication year (edition)1608
First performance / composition (Annals)1608 [1607-1608]
First performance (BritDrama)1608 [1607-1608]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 647 · TCP A18404 · DEEP 5069.01
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 997–1059 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 33 in this edition
Length467 words · 615 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.760 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
He shall both know, and loue you: are you mine? I take the honor of it, on my knee, And hope to quite it with your Maiesty. La Fin, is in the right; and will obtaine; He draweth with his weight; and like a plummet That swaies a dore, with falling of, pulls after, Thus will Laffin be brought a Stranger to you, By him he leads; he conquers that is conquerd, Thats sought, as hard to winne, that sues to be wonne. But is my Painter warnd to take his picture. When he shall see me, and present Laffin? He is (my Lord) and (as your highnesse willd) All we will presse about him▪ and admire, The royall promise of his rare aspect, As if he heard not. Twill enflame him. Such trickes the Arch-duke vsd t' extoll his greatnes, Which complements though plaine men hold absurd, And a meere remedy for desire of Greatnesse. Yet great men vse them; as they eate Potatoes, High Coollises, and potions to excite The lust of their ambition: and this Duke; You know is noted in his naturall garb Extreamely glorious; who will therefore bring An appetite expecting such a baite; He comes, go instantly, and fetch the Painter. All honor to your heighnesse, Tis most true▪ All honours flow to me, in you their Ocean; As welcome worthyest duke, as if my marquisate, Were circkl'd with you in these amorous armes; I sorrow Sir I could not bring it with me▪ That I might so supply the fruitelesse complement, Of onely visiting your excellence, With which the king now sends me t' entertaine you, Which notwithstanding doth confer this good, That it hath giuen me some small time to shew, My gratitude for the many secret bounties, I haue (by this your Lord Ambassador) Felt from your heighnesse and in short, t' assure you, That all my most deserts are at your seruice. Had the king sent me by you halfe his kingdome, It were not halfe so welcom; For defect. Of whatsoeuer in my selfe, (my Lord,) I here commend to your most Princely Seruice This honord friend of mine; Your name I pray you Sir. Laffin, my Lord Laffin? Is this the man, That you so recommended to my Loue? The same my Lord, Y'are next my Lord the duke, The most desird of all men. O my Lord, The King and I, haue had a mighty conflict, About your conflicts, and your matchles worth, In military vertues; which I put In Ballance with the continent of France, In all the peace and fasty it enioyes. And made euen weight with all he could put in Of all mens else; and of their owne deserts, Of all mens else? would he weigh other mens, With my deseruings,