Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 9 of 40

Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 [May(?)] (Annals)
tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe
unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 480 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.

Good sir let me go. And by the gods Peace Pharamont, if then Leave us Phylaster. I have done. You shall not need. What now? Know Pharamont I loathe to brawl with such a blast as thou, who are nothing but a valiant voice, but if thou shalt provoke me further, men shall say thou wert, and not lament it. Do you sleight my greatness so much, and in the chamber of the Princess? It is a place to which I must confess, I owe a reverence, but wert the Church at the high Altar, there's no place so safe, where thou dar'st injury me, but I dare kill thee: and for your greatness, know I can grasp you and your greatness, thus, thus, into nothing: give not a word, not a word back, farewell. 'Tis an odd fellow madam, we must stop his mouth with some office when we are married. You were best make him your Controller. I think he would discharge it well. madam, I hope our hearts are knit, but yet so slow, the ceremonies of state are, that 'twill be long before our hearts be so, then if you please being agreed in heart, let us not wait for dreaming form, but take a little stolen delights, and so prevent our joys to come. If you dare speak your thoughts, I must withdraw in honour. The constitution of my body will never hold out till the wedding, I must seek else where. And thou shalt find her honourable, boy full of regard Unto thy tender youth, for thy own modesty, And for my sake, apter to give, than thou wilt be to ask, I or deserve. Sir, you did take me up when I was nothing, And I am only yet some thing, by being yours, You trusted me unknown: and that which you were apt to construe: a simple innocence in me: perhaps might have been crafty: The cunning of a boy hardened in lies: and theft: yet ventured you to part my miseries and me: For which I never can expect to serve a Lady: that bears more honour in her breast than you. But boy, it will prefer thee, thou art young, And bear'st a childish overflowing love, to them that claps thy cheeks, and speak thee fair: but when judgement comes no rule those passions, thou wilt remember best those careful friends, that placed thee in the noblest way of life: she is a Princess I prefer thee to. In that small time that I have seen the world, I never knew a man hasty to part with a servant he thought trusty. I remember my father would prefer the boys he kept to greater men than he, but did it not till they were too saucy for himself. Why gentle boy? I find no fault at all In thy behaviour.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayPhilaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding
AuthorBeaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John
Publication year (edition)1620
First performance / composition (Annals)1609 [May(?)]
First performance (BritDrama)1609 [1608-1610]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
TheaterGlobe;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 815 · TCP A06343 · DEEP 678
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 314–344 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 40 in this edition
Length480 words · 597 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches at 0.855
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)
Good sir let me goe. And by the gods Peace Pharamont, if then Leaue vs Phylaster. I haue done. You shall not need. What now? Know Pharamont I loath to brawle with such a blast as thou, who are nothing but a valiant voyce, but if thou shalt prouoke mee further, men shall say thou wert, and not lament it. Doe you sleight my greatnesse so much, and in the chamber ofthe Princesse? It is a place to which I must confesse, I owe a reuerence, but wert the Church at the high Altar, there's no place so safe, where thou darstiniurie me, but I dare kill thee: and for your greatnesse, know I can grasp you and your greatnesse, thus, thus, into nothing: giue not a word, not a word back, farewell. 'Tis an odd fellow Madame, wee must stop his mouth with some office when we are married. You were best make him your Controuler. I thinke he would discharge it well. Madame, I hope our hearts are knit, but yet so slow, the cerimonies ofstate are, that twill bee long before our hearts bee so, then if you please being agreed in heart, let vs not waite for dreaming forme, but take a little stolne delights, and so preuent our ioyes to come. If you dare speake your thoughts, I must with-draw in honour. The constetution ofmy body will neuer hold out till the wedding, I must seeke else where. And thou shalt finde her honourable, boy full of regard Vnto thy tender youth, for thy owne modesty, And for my sake, apter to giue, then thou wilt be to aske, I or deserue. Sir, you did take me vp when I was nothing, And I am onely yet some thing, by being yours, You trusted me vnknowne: and that which you were apt to conster: a simple innocence in me: perhaps might haue beene crafty: The cunning of a boy hardened in lyes: and theft: yet ventered you to part my miseries and me: For which I neuer can expect to serue a Lady: that beares more honour in her brest then you. But boy, it will preferre thee, thou art yong, And bear'st a childish ouer-flowing loue, to them that claps thy cheekes, and speake thee faire: but when iudgement comes no rule those passions, thou wilt remember best those carefull friends, that pla'st thee in the noblest way of life: she is a Princesse I preferre thee to. In that small time that I haue seene the world, I neuer knewe a man hastie to part with a seruant he thought trusty. I remember my father would preferre the boyes he kept to greater men then he, but did it not till they were too sawcy for himselfe. Why gentle boy? I find no fault at all In thy behauiour.