Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Albovine, King of the Lombards · chunk 19 of 39

Davenant, William · published 1629 · first performed or written 1628 [1626-1629] (Annals)
tragedy · Unacted
unassigned nearest T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 500 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.

Enough. I profit to thy lip, the first Taste of my affection— 'T was moist and luscious! I will cherish this endearment. Trees that tallest grow, do take The deepest root; so I must first sink low Ith' Earth; and after climb to fathom clouds. First, praise her mimic laughter: when she weeps, Then gather up with covetous regard Her tears for scattered Pearl. lick her spital From the ground: this disguised humility Is both the swift, and safest way to pride— Sure, Hermegild, I have amazed thy sense, Thou look'st like some o'ergrown Fiend, chained up Within a silent cave. Let us retire, and I'll Discover how I've practised my revenge. I project to make you mighty! You shall Ascend my beauteous Sovereign, till you Can reach the Moon, and pick those seeds of light (The lesser Stars) from forth their wandering Spheres; To wear as new embroidery on your sleeve. I long to hear your fatal Arts. Let's mix Our senses, and contrive. A woman's will, Is not so strong in anger, as her skill. You bring no letters from Cracovia, Sir? None, my Lord. Nor from Sienna? Your Lordship in those few, receives th'entire Purpose of my journey. Alas, my Countrymen! Captivity Is hoarse, they have more griefs than tongue: they speak Not loud enough to wake the ear of heaven. Henceforth to Hermegild bid them direct Their sighs; for I'm so dull, so weary, and Neglectful of ambitious ends, that I Shall lose my strength, and favour with the King. My noble Lord, our prayers will overrule that prophecy. You may expect, whilst I am able to Perform. Boy, bespeak the Gentleman a free And bounteous welcome. Sir, I will hasten Your dispatch. My Lord; I have tired myself in your search. The fair Thesina? You are rarely here A visitant! Where have you left my Bride? With the Queen, my Lord, who is so fond Of her attendance, she'll scarce allow her space To wink in her own service, and tonight She lies within her chamber. Hah! so soon divided! Th'approaching night Should help to second our embraces. You're now to trust my Art. For Valdaura Sent me t'express her joy, i'th' delivery Of this message. You shall lie with her tonight. How can my faith admit of this, since she Is billeted where the Queen sleeps? I'll perfect my assurance; so you'll please T'obey what I enjoin. When you approach The Sphere, where your bright Phoebe rules, do not Occasion so much noise, as shall express You living. You must not speak to her, nor By your gestures, invite her speech. All this Perform, lest you should wake the Queen. To be dumb in copulation! This is A fine receipt to get a silent Girl. But I shall prove obedient. And (Sir) as you're merciful to Ladies (Ripe in growth) do not breathe too loud, lest we Ith' neighbouring room, o'erhear the harmony, And sin in wishes. Fear not, Thesina: I shall be temperate.
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PlayAlbovine, King of the Lombards
AuthorDavenant, William
Publication year (edition)1629
First performance / composition (Annals)1628 [1626-1629]
First performance (BritDrama)1626 [1626-1629]
Company (BritDrama)Unacted
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 916 · TCP A19881 · DEEP 737
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1262–1330 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 39 in this edition
Length500 words · 702 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T48 — Addressing a lady: love, desire and intimacy at 0.838
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)
Enough. I proffet to thy lip, the firſt Taſte of my affection— 'T was moyſt and luſcious! I will cheriſh this Indeerement. Trees that talleſt grow, doe take The deepeſt roote; ſo I muſt firſt ſinke low Ith' Earth; and after climbe to fathome clouds. Firſt, praiſe her mimick laughter: when ſhe weepes, Then gather vp with couetous regard Her teares for ſcatter'd Pearle. Licke her ſpittle From the ground: this diſguiz'd humilitie Is both the ſwift, and ſafeſt way to pride— Sure, Hermegild, I haue amaz'd thy ſence, Thou look'ſt like ſome ore-growne Fiend, chain'd vp Within a ſilent caue. Let vs retire, and Ile Diſcouer how I'ue practis'd my reuenge. I proiect to make you mighty! You ſhall Aſcend my beautious Soueraigne, till you Can reach the Moone, and pick thoſe ſeeds of light (The leſſer Stars) from forth their wandring Spheares; To weare as new imbroadery on your ſleeue. I long to heare your fatall Arts. Let's mix Our ſences, and contriue. A womans will, Is not ſo ſtrong in anger, as her skill. You bring no letters from Cracouia, Sir? None, my Lord. Nor from Sienna? Your Lordſhip in thoſe few, receiues th'intire Purpoſe of my iourney. Alas, my Countrymen! Captiuitie Is hoarce, they haue more griefs then tongue: they ſpeak Not loud enough to wake the eare of heauen. Henceforth to Hermegild bid them direct Their ſighs; for I'm ſo dull, ſo weary, and Neglectfull of ambitious ends, that I Shall loſe my ſtrength, and fauour with the King. My noble Lord, our prayers will ouer-rule that prophecy. You may expect, whilſt I am able to Performe. Boy, beſpeake the Gentleman a free And bounteous welcome. Sir, I will haſten Your diſpatch. My Lord; I haue tyr'd my ſelfe in your ſearch. The faire Theſina? You are rarely here A viſitant! Where haue you left my Bride? With the Queene, my Lord, who is ſo fond Of her attendance, ſhe'le ſcarce allow her ſpace To winke in her owne ſeruice, and to night She lyes within her chamber. Hah! ſo ſoone deuided! Th'approching night Should helpe to ſecond our imbraces. Y'are now to truſt my Art. For Valdaura Sent me t'expreſſe her ioy, i'th deliuery Of this meſſage. You ſhall lye with her to night. How can my faith admit of this, ſince ſhe Is billited where the Queene ſleepes? Ile perfect my aſſurance; ſo you'll pleaſe T'obey what I inioyne. When you approach The Spheare, where your bright Phoebe rules, doe not Occaſion ſo much noyſe, as ſhall expreſſe You liuing. You muſt not ſpeake to her, nor By your geſtures, inuite her ſpeech. All this Performe, leſt you ſhould wake the Queene. To be dumbe in copulation! This is A fine receipt to get a ſilent Girle. But I ſhall prooue obedient. And (Sir) as y' are mercifull to Ladies (Ripe in growth) doe not breathe too loud, leſt we Ith' neighbouring roome, ore-heare the harmony, And ſinne in wiſhes. Feare not, Theſina: I ſhall be temperate.