Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Cynthia's Revenge, or Maenander's Ecstasy · chunk 59 of 67

Stephens, John · published 1613 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals)
tragedy
unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 510 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.

With such observance as rank devils use Upon the precious mortgage of a soul I had been ready to depart with all; With pleasures, titles, all things, to enrich Thy budding fortunes; all did I reserve Till death determined my approaching fate, Only to thee, than all, was consecrate, By due surrender; but (young prodigal) Your hopes and life (poor slave) be pawned to me Whom no sworn-devils Broker shall exceed In scurvy usage, though my heartstrings bleed. If no true mercy then may mitigate Thy dull and stupid deafness. I do dare The utmost of your frantic violence, Cast all thy Adder-stings upon my heart; Be thy conceited cramps more exquisite Than is a terrible tormenting Bull; Break forth (Hyaena) get some peevish dwarf To hack me down at leisure; till I stand Like a Colossus, like a Cedar tall And yet immovable with smarting wounds: Stab me now (tyrant) or inflict full pain Upon each noble joint and glorious vein, Virtue shall keep me with a sacred charm Against the strength of a stipendious arm: The challenge of my cause being heard at large All (to thy damage) would my griefs discharge: Mock babes and children (sir) with rods in piss, I did approve no true defence like this, That I have done uprightly; knit your brow, Swell with a crabbed face conformable, Let your offended garbage fry in steaks, Truth will aver, and honest dealing speaks That I have done uprightly; be ashamed Of thy unjust revenge, and murder named. Dare you then buzz (you beetle) and advance Your voice to contradict superiors? Proud slave come nearer; he may live 'mong rats, Who will be daunted with a swarm of gnats, Much less with one poor mushroom; petty sir Pray leave to grumble, (you mad factious cur) Torments shall mitigate and make you tame Pains worse than death, shall make thee deadly lame. Do I deserve such pains? no fiery youth I have done most uprightly, will discharge A good officious part, if you proceed, I will unmask your shameful tricks indeed. A squib, a squib, crack, flash, and spit apace, Break (my ox-bladder) vanish into breath, A screech-owl bids thee sing before thy death, Squeak our rare bagpipe; flesh-fly buzz again, Seem to insult with voice, (thou very sound) Take thy last leave, bequeath short life to ground. Hark how the monstrous whale doth roar aloud. Presaging tempests (Pilot) in the straits. No huge sea-wonder) I a swordfish am, Who will by virtue most upright and plain, Sting thee, and thrash thee, till thou roar with pain: Proud man, remember what thou well deserv'st, Think who hath tempted royal chastity; Who like a cheating thief did steal the Queen, With lying vows, and studied shameless oaths, Did play the juggler; left the king's highway, And went about to break enclosures: think Who did excel in mischief, who did strive To worship Devils, who did seek by Just, And means new moulded, most inordinate, To make a Heavenly Saint a Sodomite, Compel pure thoughts to worship Priapus.
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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 4330–4398 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 59 of 67 in this edition
Length510 words · 710 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T26 — Devils, hell and fiends at 0.828
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)
With such obseruance as ranke deuils vse Vpon the pretious morgage of a soule I had bene ready to depart with all; With pleasures, titles, all things, to enrich Thy budding fortunes; all did I reserue Till death determin'd my approaching fate, Onely to thee, then all, was consecrate, By due surrender; but (yong prodigall) Your hopes and life (poore slaue) be pawn'd to mee Whom no sworne-diuels Broker shall exceed In scuruy vsage, though my heart-strings bleed. If no true mercy then may mittigate Thy dull and stupid deafenesse. I do dare The vt-most of your franticke violence, Cast all thy Adder-stings vpon my heart; Be thy conceited cramps more exquisite Then is a terrible tormenting Bull; Breake forth (Hyaena) get some peeuish dwarfe To hacke mee downe at leasure; till I stand Like a Colossus, like a Cedar tall And yet immoueable with smarting wounds: Stab me now (tyrant) or inflict full paine Vpon each noble ioint and glorious veine, Vertue shall keepe mee with a sacred charme Against the strength of a stipendious arme: The challenge of my cause being heard at large All (to thy damage) would my griefes discharge: Mocke babes and children (sir) with rods in pisse, I did approue no true defence like this, That I haue done vprightly; knit your brow, Swell with a crabbed face conformable, Let your offended garbidge fry in steakes, Truth will auerre, and honest dealing speakes That I haue done vprightly; be asham'd Of thy vniust reuenge, and murther nam'd. Dare you then buzze (you beetle) and aduance Your voice to contradict superiours? Proud slaue come neerer; hee may liue 'mong rats, Who will be daunted with a swarme of gnats, Much lesse with one poore mushrump; petty sir Pray leaue to grumble, (you mad factious curre) Torments shall mittigate and make you tame Paines wos then death, shal make thee deadly lame. Do I deserue such paines? no fiery youth I haue done most vprightly, will discharge A good officious part, if you proceed, I will vn-maske your shamefull trickes indeed. A squib, a squib, cracke, flash, and spit apace, Breake (my oxe-bladder) vanish into breath, A scritch-owle bids thee sing before thy death, Squeake our rare bag-pipe; flesh-flye buzze againe, Seeme to insult with voyce, (thou very sound) Take thy last leaue, bequeath short life to ground. Harke how the monstrous whale doth roare alowd. Presaging tempests (Pilot) in the straights. No huge sea-wonder) I a sword-fish am, Who will by vertue most vpright and plaine, Sting thee, and thresh thee, till thou rore with paine: Proud man, remember what thou well deseru'st, Thinke who hath tempted royall chastity; VVho like a cheating thiefe did steale the Queene, VVith lying vowes, and studied shamelesse oathes, Did play the Iuggler; left the Kings high-way, And went about to breake inclosures: thinke VVho did excell in mischiefe, who did striue To worship Diuels, who did seeke by Iust, And meanes new moulded, most in-ordinate, To make a Heauenly Saint a Sodomite, Compell pure thoughts to worship Priapus.