Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Duchess of Malfi · chunk 5 of 47

Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars
T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.86 · 474 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.

For that You must give great men leave to take their times: Distrust, doth cause us seldom be deceived; You see, the oft shaking of the Cedar-Tree Fastens it more at root. Yet take heed: For to suspect a friend unworthily, Instructs him the next way to suspect you, And prompts him to deceive you. There's gold. So: What follows? (Never rained such showers as these Without thunderbolts i'th' tail of them;) whose throat must I cut? Your inclination to shed blood, rides post Before my occasion to use you: I give you that To live i'th' Court, here: and observe the Duchess, To note all the particulars of her hauiour: What suitors do solicit her for marriage And whom she best affects: she's a young widow, I would not have her marry again. No, Sir? Do not you ask the reason: but be satisfied, I say I would not. It seems you would create me One of your familiars. Familiar? what's that? Why, a very quaint invisible Devil, in flesh: An Intelligencer. Such a kind of thriving thing I would wish thee: and ere long, thou mayst arrive At a higher place by't. Take your Devils Which Hell calls Angels: these cursed gifts would make You a corrupter, me an impudent traitor, And should I take these they'd take me Hell. Sir, I'll take nothing from you, that I have given: There is a place, that I procured for you This morning: (the Provisorship o'th' horse) Haue you heard out? Noah. 'Tis yours, is't not worth thanks? I would have you curse yourself now, that your bounty (Which makes men truly noble) ere should make Me a villain: oh, that to avoid ingratitude For the good deed you have done me, I must do All the ill man can invent: Thus the Devil Candies all sins are: and what Heaven terms vild, That names he complemental. Be yourself: Keep your old garb of melancholy: 'twill express You envy those that stand above your reach, Yet strive not to come near 'em'um: This will gain Access, to private lodgings, where yourself May (like a politic dormouse, As I have seen some, Feed in a lord's dish, half asleep, not seeming To listen to any talk: and yet these Rogues Have cut his throat in a dream: what's my place? The Provisors-ship o'th' horse? say then my corruption Grew out of horse-dung: I am your creature. Away. Let good men, for good deeds, covet good fame, Since place, and riches oft are bribes of shame Sometimes the Devil doth preach. We are to part from you: and your own discretion Must now be your director. You are a Widow: You know already what man is: and therefore Let not youth: high promotion, eloquence, No, nor any thing without the addition, Honour, Sway your high blood.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Duchess of Malfi
AuthorWebster, John
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)]
First performance (BritDrama)1613 [1612-1614]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
TheaterBlackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 858 · TCP A14872 · DEEP 714
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 253–323 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 47 in this edition
Length474 words · 651 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T26 — Devils, hell and fiends cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.863 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
For that You must giue great men leaue to take their times: Distrust, doth cause vs seldome be deceiu'd; You see, the oft shaking of the Cedar-Tree Fastens it more at roote. Yet take heed: For to suspect a friend vnworthely, Instructs him the next way to suspect you, And prompts him to deceiue you. There's gold. So: What followes? (Neuer raind such showres as these Without thunderbolts i'th taile of them;) whose throat must I cut? Your inclination to shed blood, rides post Before my occasion to vse you: I giue you that To liue i'th Court, here: and obserue the Duchesse, To note all the particulars of her hauiour: What suitors doe sollicite her for marriage And whom she best affects: she's a yong widowe, I would not haue her marry againe. No, Sir? Doe not you aske the reason: but be satisfied, I say I would not. It seemes you would create me One of your familiars. Familiar? vvhat's that? Why, a very quaint inuisible Diuell, in flesh: An Intelligencer. Such a kind of thriuing thing I would wish thee: and ere long, thou maist arriue At a higher place by't. Take your Diuels Which Hell calls Angels: these curs'd gifts would make You a corrupter, me an impudent traitor, And should I take these they 'll'd take me Hell. Sir, I'll take nothing from you, that I haue giuen: There is a place, that I procur'd for you This morning: (the Prouisor-ship o'th' horse) Haue you heard out? Noe. 'Tis yours, is't not worth thankes? I would haue you curse your selfe now, that your bounty (Which makes men truly noble) ere should make Me a villaine: oh, that to auoid ingratitude For the good deed you haue done me, I must doe All the ill man can inuent: Thus the Diuell Candies all sinnes are: and what Heauen termes vild, That names he complementall. Be your selfe: Keepe your old garbe of melencholly: 'twill expresse You enuy those that stand aboue your reach, Yet striue not to come neere'em: This will gaine Accesse, to priuate lodgings, where your selfe May (like a pollitique dormouse, As I haue seene some, Feed in a Lords dish, halfe a sleepe, not seeming To listen to any talke: and yet these Rogues Haue cut his throat in a dreame: whats my place? The Prouisors-ship o'th horse? say then my corruption Grew out of horse-doong: I am your creature. Away. Let good men, for good deeds, couet good fame, Since place, and riches oft are bribes of shame Sometimes the Diuell doth preach. We are to part from you: and your owne discretion Must now be your director. You are a Widowe: You know already what man is: and therefore Let not youth: high promotion, eloquence, No, nor any thing without the addition, Honor, Sway your high blood.