Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Triumphs of Honor and Industry · chunk 2 of 2

Middleton, Thomas · published 1617 · first performed or written 1617 [Oct 29] (Annals)
civic play; pageant
T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.80 · 298 words

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

All the beholders minds, and strike new fire, To kindle an industrious desire, To imitate their actions, and their Fame, Which to this Castle adds that glorious Name. Wherefore Reward, free as the Air or Light, There must be Merit, or our work's not right. IF there were any error 'twas my love, And if it be a fault to be too free, Reward commits but once such heresy. How e'er, I know your worth will so extend, Your fame will fill this seat at twelve months' end. THere is no human glory or renown, But have their evening & their sure sunset, Which shows that we should upward seek our Crown And make but use of time for our hopes bettering, So to be truly mindful of our own, Is to perform all parts of good in one; The close of this triumphant day is come, And Honour stays to bid you welcome home, All I desire for my Grace and good, Is but to be remembered in your blood, With Honour to accomplish the fair time, Which power hath put into your hands; A crime As great as ever came into sins band, I do entitle a too sparing hand, Nothing deads' Honour more, then to behold Plenty cooped up; and Bounty faint and cold; Which ought to be the free life of the year, For bounty 'twas ordained, to make that clear Which is the light of goodness and of Fame, And puts by Honour from the cloud of shame. Great cost and love hath nobly been bestowed, Upon thy triumph, (which this day hath showed: Embrace 'em in thy heart, till times afford Fuller expression; in one absolute word, All the content that ever made man blessed, This triumph done, make a triumphant breast.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Triumphs of Honor and Industry
AuthorMiddleton, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1617
First performance / composition (Annals)1617 [Oct 29]
First performance (BritDrama)1617 [Oct 29]
Genre (British Drama)civic play; pageant
Play typeOccasional;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 791 · TCP A07513 · DEEP 649
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 40–76 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 2 in this edition
Length298 words · 370 tokens · flags: under_min
Topic (seed 42)T19 — Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions reviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.802 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T13 · seed 44: T16 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
All the beholders minds, and ſtrike new fire, To kindle an induſtrious deſire, To imitate their actions, and their Fame, Which to this Caſtle addes that glorious Name. Wherefore Reward, free as the Ayre or Light, There muſt be Merit, or our work's not right. IF there were any error twas my loue, And if it be a fault to be too free, Reward commits but once ſuch hereſie. How ere, I know your worth will ſo extend, Your fame will fill this ſeat at twelue months end. THere is no humane glory or renowne, But haue their euening & their ſure ſun-ſetting, Which ſhews that we ſhould vpward ſeeke our Crown And make but vſe of time for our hopes bettering, So to be truely mindfull of our owne, Is to performe all parts of good in one; The cloſe of this triumphant day is come, And Honor ſtayes to bid you welcome home, All I deſire for my Grace and good, Is but to be remembred in your bloud, With Honor to accompliſh the faire time, Which power hath put into your hands; A crime As great as euer came into ſins band, I doo entitle a too ſparing hand, Nothing deads Honor more, then to behold Plenty coopt vp; and Bounty faint and cold; Which ought to be the free life of the yeere, For bounty twas ordaynd, to make that cleere Which is the light of goodneſſe and of Fame, And puts by Honor from the cloude of ſhame. Great coſt and loue hath nobly bin beſtowd, Ʋpon thy triumph, (which this day hath ſhowd: Embrace 'em in thy heart, till times afford Fuller expresſion; in one abſolute word, All the content that euer made man bleſt, This triumph done, make a triumphant breſt.