Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Cynthia's Revenge, or Maenander's Ecstasy · chunk 65 of 67

Stephens, John · published 1613 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals)
tragedy
unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 497 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.

A riddle: so in safety's name walk on: Yet seeing the woman will be obstinate, I (to avoid suspicion) will go home, Fetch neighbours, and encompass round the walls, If Lords like outlaws live, the kingdom falls. When, when (o Goddess) will thy anger leave To punish nature, and afflict poor man, Who was created to offensive sin? The soldiers awe, and common people's rage, Make civil customs be licentious; Rapine, rude contracts, discord, enmity, All take their essence from one ecstasy: Maenander lives, the luckless cause of all; His life alone procures the kingdoms fall: The longer life, the loss more eminent: Know (Lords) I am a witness ocular, And may with privilege inform you both Of a most new and fatal accident: The King, Maenander, did produce a scene, A scene of Ajax, that unhappy play (Pretending sport) became a Tragedy For blood, and breath's effluxion: five deep wounds (wearing Menander's badge) at once deprived The sister Royal, next allied, by law Of birth, and native consanguinity, From hope of all succession to the chair. Lucilla dead? With her Mantesio sleeps: Each life was tributary to the rage Of our mad King; but each accused itself As privy, to that arch-conspiracy So long forgotten; to Pheudippe's crime. Concealed so long? Who did discover it? A question doubtful; but Maenander saith An apparition did reveal the truth. Shadows may walk indeed. Impossible! I am resolved against all argument; I am incredulous; dead never walk. Never the same, yet the similitude, Who says again so, we'll aver the lie; What be no things of nature, I account Fables. You are not Metaphysical. No sir: I think the age is giddy; death! Can we from ashes raise a second life? The age is drunken sure. A doting age. The times are dizzy. No man doth deny A theme so irrepugnable and true: reason's own self will be our advocate In proving what you speak; for punies know The world's lame revolution hath been long, And all partake of mundane giddiness: The turning round of earth hath touched our brain; The longer age, the more absurd and vain. Age must decline, life's comfort will decay. Though all things perish; let religion stay. I have a thousand plagues in readiness, Strappadoes, and impalements, pitch, and oil, A Rack of Bowstrings, a tormenting Bull. Hogsheads with nails inverted; furies whips, And artificial pricks of Adders bone, Which to behold, in practice on my slave, Your Ladyship is welcome; and approach Most opportunely (Madam:) after all When grief hath feared your eyesight up; you shall Then be disburdened of that chastity Which is a trouble to your conscience: I (Madam) will remove the dear suspense Of question; whither you may prostitute, And so resolve you a whore absolute: (Servants) come cast my drudge upon the wheel; Stand upright (rascal) stand sir, do not reel, Take your last leave of standings say adieu To ease; and as you leave pain, look for new.
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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 4774–4851 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 65 of 67 in this edition
Length497 words · 713 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T53 — The crown: kingship claimed, resigned and seized at 0.741
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)
A riddle: so in safeties name walke on: Yet seeing the woman will be obstinate, I (to auoid suspition) will goe home, Fetch neighbours, and incompasse round the walles, If Lords like out-lawes liue, the kingdome falles. When, when (ô Goddesse) will thy anger leaue To punish nature, and afflict poore man, Who was created to offensiue sinne? The Souldiers awe, and common peoples rage, Make ciuill customes be licentious; Rapine, rude contracts, discord, enmity, All take their essence from one extasie: Maenander liues, the lucklesse cause of all; His life alone procures the kingdomes fall: The longer life, the losse more eminent: Know (Lords) I am a witnesse ocular, And may with priuiledge informe you both Of a most new and fatall accident: The King, Maenander, did produce a Scoene, A Scoene of Aix, that vnhappy play (Pretending sport) became a Tragedy For blood, and breath's efluxion: fiue deepe wounds (wearing Maenanders badge) at once depriu'd The sister Royall, next ally'd, by law Of birth, and natiue consanguinity, From hope of all succession to the chaire. Lucilla dead? VVith her Mantesio sleeps: Each life was tributary to the rage Of our mad King; but each accus'd it selfe As priuy, to that arch-conspiracy So long forgotten; to Pheudippe's crime. Conceal'd so long? Who did discouer it? A question doubtfull; but Maenander saith An apparition did reueale the truth. Shadows may walke indeed. Impossible! I am resolu'd against all argument; I am incredulous; dead neuer walke. Neuer the same, yet the similitude, Who sayes againe so, weel'e averre the lye; What be no things of nature, I account Fables. You are not Metaphysicall. No sir: I thinke the age is giddy; death! Can wee from ashes raise a second life? The age is drunken sure. A doting age. The times are dizzy. No man doth deny A theame so irrepugnable and true: Reasons owne selfe will be our advocate In prouing what you speake; for punies know The world's lame reuoluti'on hath beene long, And all partake of mundane giddinesse: The turning round of earth hath touch'd our braine; The longer age, the more absurd and vaine. Age must decline, life's comfort will decay. Though all things perish; let religion stay. I haue a thousand plagues in readinesse, Strappadoes, and empalements, pitch, and oise, A Racke of Bow-strings, a tormenting Bull. Hogs-heads with nailes inuerted; furies whips, And artificiall prickes of Adders bone, Which to behold, in practise on my slaue, Your Lady-ship is welcome; and approach Most opportunely (Madam:) after all When griefe hath fear'd your eye-sight vp; you shall Then be dis-burthn'd of that chastity Which is a trouble to your conscience: I (Madam) will remoue the deere suspence Of question; whither you may prostitute, And so resolue you a whore absolute: (Seuants) come cast my drudge vpon the wheele; Stand vp-right (rascall) stand sir, do not reele, Take your last eaue of standings say adiew To ease; and as you leaue paine, looke for new.