Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Hymen's Triumph · chunk 18 of 31

Daniel, Samuel · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [Feb 2] (Annals)
pastoral; tragicomedy · before the Court
unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 500 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

she is not in Arcadia whom he loves, Nor in the world, and yet he dearly loves. How may that be, Palaemon? tell me plain. Thus plainly; he's in love with a dead woman, And that so far, as with the thought of her Which hath shut out all other, he alone Lives, and abhors to be, or seen, or known. What was this creature could possess him so? Fair Silvia, old Medorus' daughter, who Was two years past reported to be slain By savage beasts upon our country shore. Is that his grief? alas, I rather thought It appertained unto another's part To wail her death: Alexis should do that To whom her father had disposed her, And she esteemed only to be his. Why should my son afflict him more for her, Then doth Alexis, who this day doth wed Fair Galatea, and forgets the dead? And here the shepherds come to celebrate His joyful nuptials with all merriment, Which doth increase my cares, considering The comforts other parents do receive: And therefore good Palaemon work all means You can to win him from his peevish will, And draw him to these shows, to companies, That others pleasures may enkindle his. And tell him what a sin he doth commit, To waste his youth in solitariness, And take a course to end us all in him. Assure yourself Charinus, as I have So will I still employ my utmost power, To save him; for methinks it pity were, So rare a piece of worth should so be lost, That aught to be preserved at any cost. MEdorus come, we two must sit, and mourn Whilst others revel. We are not for sports, Or nuptial shows, which will but show us more Our miseries, in being both deprived, The comforts of our issue, which might have (And was as like to have) made our hearts As joyful now, as others are in theirs. In deed Charinus, I for my part have Just cause to grieve amidst these festivals, For they should have been mine. This day I should Have seen my daughter Silvia how she would Have woman it; these rites had been her grace, And she had sat in Galateas place. And now had warmed my heart to see my blood Preserved in her; had she not been so rapt And rent from off the living as she was. But your case is not parallel with mine, You have a son, Charinus, that doth live, And may one day to you like comforts give. Indeed I have a son; but yet to say he lives, I cannot; for who lives not to the world, Nor to himself, cannot be said to live: For ever since that you your daughter lost, I lost my son: for from that day he hath Embraced in shades and solitariness, Shut himself up from sight or company Of any living: and as now I heard, By good Palaemon, vows still so to do.
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PlayHymen's Triumph
AuthorDaniel, Samuel
Publication year (edition)1615
First performance / composition (Annals)1614 [Feb 2]
First performance (BritDrama)1614 [Feb]
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)pastoral; tragicomedy
Play typeOccasional;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 736 · TCP A19829 · DEEP 616
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1073–1135 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 31 in this edition
Length500 words · 640 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants at 0.671
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)
Shee is not in Arcadia whom he loues, Nor in the world, and yet he deerely loues. How may that be, Palaemon? tell me plaine. Thus plainly; he's in loue with a dead woman, And that so farre, as with the thought of her Which hath shut out all other, he alone Liues, and abhorres to be, or seene, or knowne. What was this creature could possesse him so? Faire Siluia, old Medorus daughter, who Was two yeares past reported to be slaine By sauage beasts vpon our countrey shore. Is that his griefe? alas, I rather thought It appertain'd vnto anothers part To wayle her death: Alexis should doe that To whom her father had disposed her, And shee esteemed onely to be his. Why should my sonne afflict him more for her, Then doth Alexis, who this day doth wed Faire Galatea, and forgets the dead? And here the shepheards come to celebrate His ioyfull nuptials with all merriment, Which doth increase my cares, considering The comforts other parents doe receiue: And therefore good Palaemon worke all meanes You can to win him from his peeuish will, And draw him to these shewes, to companies, That others pleasures may inkindle his. And tell him what a sinne he doeth commit, To waste his youth in solitarinesse, And take a course to end vs all in him. Assure your selfe Charinus, as I haue So will I still imploy my vtmost powre, To saue him; for me thinks it pittie were, So rare a peece of worth should so be lost, That ought to be preserued at any cost. MEdorus come, we two must sit, and mourne Whilst others reuell. We are not for sports, Or nuptiall shewes, which will but shew vs more Our miseries, in beeing both depriu'd, The comforts of our issue, which might haue (And was as like to haue) made our hearts As ioyfull now, as others are in theirs. In deed Charinus, I for my part haue Iust cause to grieue amidst these festiuals, For they should haue been mine. This day I should Haue seene my daughter Siluia how she would Haue womand it; these rites had bene her grace, And shee had sat in Galateas place. And now had warm'd my heart to see my bloud Preseru'd in her; had shee not beene so rapt And rent from off the liuing as shee was. But your case is not pararell with mine, You haue a sonne, Charinus, that doth liue, And may one day to you like comforts giue. Indeed I haue a sonne; but yet to say he liues, I cannot; for who liues not to the world, Nor to himselfe, cannot be said to liue: For euer since that you your daughter lost, I lost my sonne: for from that day he hath Imbrak d in shades and solitarinesse, Shut himselfe vp from sight or company Of any liuing: and as now I heard, By good Palaemon, vowes still so to doe.