Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Dumb Knight · chunk 28 of 37

Markham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis · published 1608 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1608] (Annals)
tragicomedy · Children of the King's Revels
unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 484 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.

Madam methinks this change is better than the first. I if the music would not alter it. Methinks 'tis worse, come we will have another strain I pleased, let us proceed. Rivals in crowns and beds of kings must bleed, Can that fair house contain so foul a guest. As lust, or cloak inordinate and base desires, Under so fair a coverture; O yes, Women can blind our sense when we see best, And set fair landscapes on inconstancy, Making us blind with seeing the dance ends, Your sins are blackest, breach of love and friends. Now to the king, blow rage till it flame hate, A politician thrives the best in state. Come sweet Prince Philocles, devise some new delights to shorten time, This dullness hath no relish in my sense, It hath no pith, and sloth in my conceit Is but a type of pride in best constructions. Madam i'll stand, that a fair woman must be proud or else a fool. I would feign hear that I'faith. Thy reason wench, I pray the come disburse. A woman fair is like a full blown rose, Which holds the fair no longer than it grows. A woman fair is like the finest gold. Which kept from use is good though near so old. Nay good Lord leave a little, She that is fair is wise, and aught to know it, For to that end did nature first bestow it. Now of this knowledge if we be not proud, We wrong the author, and we are allowed To rank with senseless beasts, sith careless we For want of pride detract our dignity. Now knowing it, we know truth in the same, Not to be proud of truth asks follies name. This lesson still is read in beauty's school, She that is fair and humble is a fool: For neither know she how to hold her good, Or to keep safe the treasure of her blood. a notable declamation. Nay madame by your leave, Pride gives a lustre to a woman's fair, Things that are highest prized, are ever dear. Why is the Diamond the sapphires king, But for esteem and rareness? both which spring From the stones pride, which is so chaste and hard, Nothing can pierce it, itself is itself's guard, Now what is pride? Self love, our own esteem, A strength to make us of ourselves well deem: From whence this maxim I collect 'mongst other, Who hates herself can never love another. And to conclude, man's appetite grows dull To what it may have, empty hope is full, To all our sex on earth, maid, widow, wife and bride, They happy live, when they live with chaste pride. My Queen will speak as much for lust as she for pride, if the toy take her. Your ladyship sows dangerous seed abroad. But I hope my lord all grounds are not fruitful.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Dumb Knight
AuthorMarkham, Gervase / Machin, Lewis
Publication year (edition)1608
First performance / composition (Annals)1608 [1607-1608]
First performance (BritDrama)1607 [1607-1608]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the King's Revels
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 653 · TCP A06975 · DEEP 532
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1442–1499 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 37 in this edition
Length484 words · 614 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T19 — Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions at 0.720
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)
Madam methinks this change is better then the first. I if the musicke would not alter it. Methinks tis worse, come we wil haue another strain I pleas'd, let vs proceed. Riuals in crownes and beds of kings must bleed, Can that faire house containe so foule a guest. As lust, or cloake inordinate and base desires, Vnder so faire a couerture; O yes, Women can blind our sense when we se best, And set faire landskips on inconstancie, Making vs blind with seeing the daunce ends, Your sins are blackest, breach of loue and friends. Now to the king, blow rage till it flame hate, A polititian thriues the best in state. Come sweet Prince Philocles, Deuise some new delights to shorten time, This dulnesse hath no relish in my sense, It hath no pith, and sloth in my conceit Is but a tipe of pride in best constructions. Madame ile stand, that a faire woman must bee proud or else a foole. I would faine heare that I'faith. Thy reason wench, I pray the come disburse. A woman faire is like a full blowne rose, Which holds the faire no longer then it growes. A woman faire is like the finest gold. Which kept from vse is good though nere so old. Nay good Lord leaue a little, She that is faire is wise, and ought to know it, For to that end did nature first bestow it. Now of this knowledge if we be not proud, We wrong the author, and we are allowd To ranke with sensles beasts, sith carelesse wee For want of pride detract our dignitie. Now knowing it, we know truth in the same, Not to be proud of truth askes follies name. This lesson still is read in beauties schoole, She that is faire and humble is a foole: For neither knowe she how to hold her good, Or to keep safe the treasure of her bloud. a notable declamation. Nay madame by your leaue, Pride giues a luster to a womans faire, Things that are highest prizd, are euer deere. VVhy is the Diamond the Saphyrs king, But for esteeme and rarenesse? both which spring From the stones pride, which is so chast and hard, Nothing can pierce it, it selfe is it selfes guard, Now what is pride? selfe loue, our owne esteeme, A strength to make vs of our selues well deeme: From whence this maxim I collect mongst other, VVho hates her selfe can neuer loue another. And to conclude, mans appetite growes dull To what it may haue, emptie hope is full, To all our sexe on earth, maid, widow, wife and bride, They happy liue, when they liue with chast pride. My Queene will speake as much for lust as shee for pride, if the toy take her. Your Ladiship sowes dangerous seede abroad. But I hope my lord all grounds are not fruitfull.