Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Heir · chunk 13 of 33

May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals)
comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first)
unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 488 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.

I must return your answer to my Lady, He tell her you will come. Come, And such a Angel call, I should forget All Offices of Nature, all that men Wish in their second thoughts, ere such a duty Commend my service to her, and to you My thanks for this kind Message. I never breathed till now, never till now now Did my life relish sweetness, break not heart, Crack not ye feeble Ministers of nature With inundation of such swelling joy, too great to bear without expression: The Lady writes that she has known me long By sight, and loved me, and she seems to thank Her stars she loves, and is beloved again, She speaks my very thoughts, by heaven 'tis strange And happy when affections thus can meet; She further writes at such an hour today, Her father's absence, and all household spies Fitly removed, shall give access to me Unmarked to visit her, where she alone Will entertain discourse and welcome me. I hope 'tis truly meant, why should I fear, But wisdom bids me fear: fie, fie, 'tis base, To wrong a creature of that excellence, With such suspicion I should injure her, I will as soon suspect an angel false, Treason ne'er lodged within so fair a breast, No, if her hand betray me, I will will run On any danger, 'tis alike to me To die, or find her false, for on her truth Hangs my chief being, well I'll lose no time No not a minute, dearest love I come, To meet my sweetest wishes I will fly, Heaven and my truth, shield me from treachery. I Cannot credit it, nor think that she Of all the noble youth in Sicily, Should make so strange a choice, that none but he, None but the son of my vowed enemy Must be her mate, it strikes me to amaze, Minion take heed, do not belie your Mistress. Mercy forsake me if I do my Lord, You charged me to confess the truth to you, Which I have fully done, and presently I'll bring you where concealed, you shall both see Their privacy and hear their conference. Well I believe thee wench, and will reward Thy trust in this, go get thee in again And bring me word when Philocles is come, Sir you'll be secret to our purpose. As your own breast my Lord. I shall rest thankful to you: This stranger must be soothed lest he mar all. This was well found out my Lord, you now have means to take your enemy. With blessed occasion I will so pursue As childless Euphes shall for ever rue. Rise in thy blackest look direst Nemesis Assistant to my purpose, help me glut My thirsty soul with blood. This bold young man To his rash love shall sacrifice his life. What course you intend, to ruin him. Why kill him presently.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Heir
AuthorMay, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1622
First performance / composition (Annals)1620
First performance (BritDrama)1620
Company (BritDrama)Red Bull (Revels) Company (first)
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 850 · TCP A07326 · DEEP 706
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 707–769 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 33 in this edition
Length488 words · 605 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T48 — Addressing a lady: love, desire and intimacy at 0.866
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)
I muſt returne your anſwere to my Lady, He tell her you will come. Come, And ſuch a Angell call, I ſhould forget All Offices of Nature, all that men Wiſh in their ſecond thoughts, ere ſuch a duty Commend my ſeruice to her, and to you My thankes for this kind Meſſage. I neuer breath'd till now, neuer till now now Did my life reliſh ſweeteneſſe, breake not heart, Cracke not yee feeble Miniſters of nature With inundation of ſuch ſwelling ioy, To great to beare without expreſſion: The Lady writes that ſhe has knowne me long By ſight, and lou'd me, and ſhe ſeemes to thanke Her ſtarres ſhe loues, and is belou'd againe, She ſpeake my very thoughts, by heauen tis ſtrange And happy when affections thus can meete; She further writes at ſuch an houre to day, Her fathers abſence, and all houſehold ſpis Fitly remoou'd, ſhall giue acceſſe to me Vnmarkt to viſit her, where ſhe alone Will entertaine diſcourſe and welcome me. I hope tis truely meant, why ſhould I feare, But wiſedome bids me feare: fie, fie, tis baſe, To wrong a creature of that excellence, With ſuch ſuſpicion I ſhould iniure her, I will as ſoone ſuſpect an angell falſe, Treaſon neare lodg'd within ſo faire a breſt, No, if her hand betray me, I will will runne On any danger, tis alike to me To dye, or find her falſe, for on her truth Hangs my chiefe being, well Ile loſe no time No not a minute, deareſt loue I come, To meete my ſweeteſt wiſhes I will flye, Heauen and my truth, ſheild me from trechery. I Cannot credit it, nor thinke that ſhe Of all the noble youth in Sicilly, Should make ſo ſtrange a choiſe, that none but he, None but the ſonne of my vow'd enemy Muſt be her mate, it ſtrikes me to amaze, Minion take heede, doe not belie your Miſtreſſe. Mercy forſake me if I doe my Lord, You charg'd me to confeſſe the truth to you, Which I haue fully done, and preſently Ile bring you where conceal'd, you ſhall both ſee Their priuacy and heare their conference. Well I beleeue thee wench, and will reward Thy truſt in this, goe get thee in againe And bring me word when Philocles is come, Sir youle be ſecret to our purpoſe. As your owne breaſt my Lord. I ſhall reſt thankfull to you: This ſtranger muſt be ſoothd leſt he marre all. This was well found out my Lord, you now haue meanes to take your enemie. With bleſt occaſion I will ſo purſue As childleſſe Euphes ſhall for euer rue. Riſe in thy blackeſt looke direſt Nemeſis Aſſiſtant to my purpoſe, helpe m glut My thirſty ſoule with blood. This bold yong man To his raſh loue ſhall ſacrifice his life. What courſe you intend, to ruine him. Why kill him preſently.