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The Virgin Martyr · chunk 22 of 43

Dekker, Thomas / Massinger, Philip · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 [licensed for stage, Oct 6; revised and re-licensed for stage, Jul 7, 1624] (Annals)
tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first)
unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 514 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.

And in that you triumph, Your victory had been eternal loss, And this your loss immortal gain, fix here, And you shall feel yourselves inwardly armed 'gainst tortures, death, and hell, but take heed sisters, That or through weakness, threats, or mild persuasions Though of a father, you fall not into A second and a worse Apostasy. Never, oh never, steeled by your example, We dare the worst of tyranny. here's our warrant, You shall along and witness it. Be confirmed then And rest assured, the more you suffer here, The more your glory, you to heaven more dear. Sapritius though your son deserve no pity, We grieve his sickness, his contempt of us We cast behind us, and look back upon His service done to Caesar, that weighs down Our just displeasure, if his malady Have growth from his restraint, or that you think His liberty can cure him, let him have it, Say we forgive him freely. Your grace hindeys Ever your humblest Vassals. Use all means For his recovery, though yet I love him, I will not force affection, if the Christian Whose beauty hath outrivaled mine, be won To be of our belief, let him enjoy her, That all may know when the cause will, I can Command my own desires. Be happy then, My Lord Sapritius, I am confident Such eloquence and sweet persuasion dwells Upon my daughter's tongues, that they will work her To any thing they please. I wish they may, Yet 'tis no easy task to undertake, To alter a perverse and obstinate woman. What means this shout. 'tis seconded with Music, triumphant music, ha. My Lord your Daughters The pillars of our faith having converted, For so report gives out: the Christian Lady, The Image of great Iupiter borne before them Sue for access. My soul divined as much, Blessed be the time when first they saw this light, Their Mother when she bore them to support My feeble age, filled not my longing heart With so much joy, as they in this good work Have thrown upon me. Welcome, oh thrice welcome Daughters, both of my body and my mind, Let me embrace in you my bliss, my comfort, And Dorothea now more welcome too, Then if you never had fall'n off, I am ravished With the excess of joy, speak happy daughters The blessed event. We never gained so much By any undertaking. Oh my dear Girl, Our gods reward thee. Nor was ever time On my part better spent. We are all now Of one opinion. My best Christeta, madam if ever you did grace to worth, Vouchsafe your Princely hands. Most willingly: Do you refuse it? Let us first deserve it: My own child still, here set our god, prepare The Incense quickly, come fair Dorothea, I will myself support you, now kneel down And pay your vows to Iupiter, I shall do it Better by their example. They shall guide you, They are familiar with the sacrifice, Forward my Twins of comfort, and to teach her Make a ioynt ossring.
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PlayThe Virgin Martyr
AuthorDekker, Thomas / Massinger, Philip
Publication year (edition)1622
First performance / composition (Annals)1620 [licensed for stage, Oct 6; revised and re-licensed for stage, Jul 7, 1624]
First performance (BritDrama)1620 [Oct]
Company (BritDrama)Red Bull (Revels) Company (first)
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 843 · TCP A07249 · DEEP 698
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1325–1409 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 43 in this edition
Length514 words · 666 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T12 — Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and Mars at 0.735
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)
And in that you triumph, Your victory had beene eternall losse, And this your losse immortall gaine, fixe heere, And you shall feele your selues inwardly arm'd Gainst tortures, death, and hell, but take heede sisters, That or through weakenesse, threats, or mild perswasions Though of a father, you fall not into A second and a worse Apostacie. Neuer, oh neuer, steel'd by your example, We dare the worst of tyrranny. Heer's our warrant, You shall along and witnesse it. Be confirm'd then And rest assur'd, the more you suffer heere, The more your glory, you to heauen more deere. Sapritius though your sonne deserue no pitty, We grieue his sicknesse, his contempt of vs We cast behinde vs, aud looke backe vpon His seruice done to Caesar, that weighs downe Our iust displeasure, if his malady Haue growth from his restraint, or that you thinke His liberty can cure him, let him haue it, Say we forgiue him freely. Your grace hindeys Euer your humblest Vassals. Vse all meanes For his recouery, though yet I loue him, I will not force affection, if the Christian Whose beauty hath out-riuald mine, be wonne To be of our beliefe, let him enioy her, That all may know when the cause wills, I can Command my owne desires. Be happy then, My Lord Sapritius, I am confident Such eloquence and sweete perswasion dwels Vpon my Daughters tongues, that they will worke her To any thing they please. I wish they may, Yet tis no easie taske to vndertake, To altar a peruerse and obstinate woman. What meanes this shout. Tis seconded with Musicke, Triumphint musicke, ha. My Lord your Daughters The pillars of our faith hauing conuerted, For so report giues out: the Christian Lady, The Image of great Iupiter borne before them Sue for accesse. My soule diuin'd as much, Blest be the time when first they saw this light, Their Mother when she bore them to support My feeble age, fild not my longing heart With so much ioy, as they in this good worke Haue throwne vpon me. Welcome, oh thrice welcome Daughters, both of my body and my mind, Let me embrace in you my blisse, my comfort, And Dorothea now more welcome too, Then if you neuer had falne off, I am rauish't With the excesse of ioy, speake happy daughters The blest euent. We neuer gain'd so much By any vndertaking. Oh my deare Girle, Our gods reward thee. Nor was euer time On my part better spent. We are all now Of one opinion. My best Christeta, Madame if euer you did grace to worth, Vouchsafe your Princely hands. Most willingly: Doe you refuse it? Let vs first deserue it: My owne child still, heere set our god, prepare The Incense quickly, come faire Dorothea, I will my selfe support you, now kneele downe And pay your vowes to Iupiter, I shall doe it Better by their example. They shall guide you, They are familiar with the sacrifice, Forward my Twinnes of comfort, and to teach her Make a ioynt ossring.