Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Cynthia's Revenge, or Maenander's Ecstasy · chunk 50 of 67

Stephens, John · published 1613 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals)
tragedy
unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 505 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.

You were not lousy (knave) not ragged, no Nor sick, I condescend; yet sirrah know The plagues of Egypt all began to march Full-mouth upon thee (like devouring dogs Ready enough to rend a breathless Fox) When I with noble pity being oppressed, Flew forth like lightning to thy rescued life, Which is indeed my proper donative. Do not reply thou true insulting toad, Squint-eyed caitiff, you pernicious rat, You gelded rascal, you most lousy rogue: Do not reply, mad mastiff, do not swell, And think (because you can discover well My tricks of youth) to stop the fervent rage Of our untamed affections; future age Must, and shall, witness my fierce violence, If thou discover but one syllable; Nay, if thou entertain a piece of thought, Which by unmask me doth hope revenge: Swear, swear (you thick-lipped rascal) kindly swear Without compulsion, or base-minded fear, To be like midnight, as a sepulchre, Dumb as a Turkish executioner, Nay, as a marble statue, void of signs Touching the substance of my secrecy. Swear (slave) and think my soul a fury mad, Able to force wide rupture through the face Of threatening Horror to endamage thee; As to demand account of perjury. Do not seem loath, expecting new delay; For I can stab you (capon) to the quick, Cut off your Eunuch-nose, then laugh and kick Your lousy stinking neats-jowl to the dogs. Without collusion I do strictly swear. And think withal, I who have coin bestowed, Clothes, and fair countenance, with store of meat, Can also give sharp sauce, which will procure Digestion to the stomach, else (proud sir) You will disgorge the vomit in my face; If kindness do recoil, let fear take place: I am your footstool, tread upon my teeth, And so charm silence if you do misdoubt. No, but remember if you shall bewray My dark designments, or use cheating play In prosecution of my private cause, (Hoping for payment from the Spartan laws) Remember that thy life, and interest Of being rich, both owe a special rent With homage, and knight-service unto me, Remember you do hold in Capite. Cut then my servile tongue out of my head, Slit my suspected organs, make me dumb, Handless and sightless if you think me false, For I must otherwise be false indeed: Men that admonish to avoid some vice, Must not inculcate motives more than thrice; Pupils much tutored with Identity Of reprehension, prove but spurgall jades; Because they think the vicious estate Of things habitual, do argue fate, Which to resist, they think impiety, Exclude me therefore from society Of human habitants, or leave to vex, Which is a torment to all human sex. I leave addition, but consider well, You are as deep engaged almost as I; Which depth, of both engagements, reach to hell, If any (but ourselves) the depth espy. Sir, I have broke the Ice to Appetite, And with a studied phrase did I begin, Hoping to thaw the coldest frosty North By representing multitude of fears.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayCynthia's Revenge, or Maenander's Ecstasy
AuthorStephens, John
Publication year (edition)1613
First performance / composition (Annals)1613
First performance (BritDrama)1613
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 720 · TCP A12954 · DEEP 598
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 3685–3756 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 50 of 67 in this edition
Length505 words · 706 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T1 — Death, grief and revenge at 0.825
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 were not lowsie (knaue) not ragged, no Nor sicke, I condiscend; yet sirrah know The plagues of Aegypt all began to march Full-mouth vpon thee (like devouing dogges Ready enough to rend a breathlesse Fox) When I with noble pitty being oppress'd, Flew forth like lightning to thy rescu'd life, Which is indeed my proper donatiue. Do not reply thou true insulting toade, Squint-ey'd caitife, you pernitious rat, You gelded rascall, you most lowsie rogue: Do not reply, mad mastie, do not swell, And thinke (because you can discouer well My trickes of youth) to stop the feruent rage Of our vn-tam'd affections; future age Must, and shall, witnesse my fierce violence, If thou discouer but one syllable; Nay, if thou entertaine a peece of thought, Which by vn-masking mee doth hope revenge: Sweare, sweare (you thick-lip'd rascal) kindly sweare Without compulsion, or base-minded feare, To be like mid-night, as a sepulchre, Dumbe as a Turkish executioner, Nay, as a marble statue, void of signes Touching the substance of my secresie. Sweare (slaue) and thinke my soule a fury mad, Able to force wide rupture through the face Of threatning Horror to endamage thee; As to demand account of periury. Do not seeme loath, expecting new delay; For I can stab you (capon) to the quicke, Cut off your Eunuch-nose, then laugh and kicke Your lowsie stinking neats-iowle to the dogges. Without collusion I do strictly sweare. And thinke withall, I who haue coine bestow'd, Clothes, and faire countenance, with store of meat, Can also giue sharpe sawce, which will procure Digestion to the stomacke, else (proud sir) You will dis-gorge the vomit in my face; If kindnesse do recoyle, let feare take place: I am your foot-stoole, tread vpon my teeth, And so charme silence if you do mis-doubt. No, but remember if you shall bewray My darke designments, or vse cheating play In prosecution of my priuate cause, (Hoping for payment from the Spartan lawes) Remember that thy life, and interest Of being rich, both owe a speciall rent With homage, and knight-seruice vnto me, Remember you do hold in Capite. Cut then my seruile tongue out of my head, Slit my suspected organs, make me dumbe, Handlesse and sighlesse if you thinke me false, For I must otherwise be false indeed: Men that admonish to auoid some vice, Must not inculcate motiues more then thrice; Pupils much tutor'd with Identity Of reprehension, proue but spur-gall Iades; Because they thinke the vitious estate Of things habituall, doe argue fate, Which to resist, they thinke impiety, Exclude me therefore from society Of human habitants, or leaue to vex, Which is a torment to all human sexe. I leaue addition, but consider well, You are as deepe ingag'd almost as I; Which depth, of both ingagements, reach to hell, If any (but our selues) the depth espy. Sir, I haue broke the Ice to Appetite, And with a studied phrase did I begin, Hoping to thaw the coldest frosty North By representing multitude of feares.