Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Deserving Favorite · chunk 35 of 52

Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals)
tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court
T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.88 · 486 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.

He was a fool then, And did not know his own advantage, Which you shall find I do, you that Denied me now a kiss, shall give me that Which you perchance the first night Would have denied your husband. I do not like this, what's that honest Iacomo? Your Maidenhead. How! I know thou dost but speak this For to excuse thyself from going; sit still, I'll find the way myself. Are you so crafty, stay and hear me. What sayst thou honest Iacomo? Not too honest neither, I know you are wise, and therefore I'll use no persuasions, else, but only letting of you see the danger. O, I fear this villain. Lysander you told me was at the Lodge, and there the King shall find him, except you will redeem him from that danger, by the loss of your Virginity; I know you would be well content to kiss me now, but now it will not serve. Will honest Iacomo then prove a villain? Who would not prove a villain for so sweet a recompense: How I do glory in this purchase of my wit, the Duke striving to gain the happiness, I shall have offered me, paid down his life for't; beside, he went about the ceremonial way of Marriage; but I shall meet my happiness a nearer way, which will be an addition to the pleasure. Come, are you resolved? Why villain, dost thou prize Lysander's life Above mine honour? If for a word, for honour is no more, You can endure to see Lysander suffer cruel death, It seems you love him little, do as you will; Make haste unto the Lodge, you know the way well The King may chance be there before you, As I will handle the business. Stay Iacomo, canst thou be such a villain As thou dost seem; I do not think Thou art in earnest. All torments that man did ever feel, Light upon me, if I do not perform What I say. Then may they all light on thee; For thou deserv'st them all. Stay Lady. Dost thou relent? I knew thou didst it but to try me. It is true indeed, I did so. I thought thou still wert honest. Be not deceived: I tried indeed if you would give consent, because the pleasure would have been the greater so; but since I have you once again within my power, I will enjoy you whether you will or no. Canst thou believe, the heavens that have the power, To strike thee dead, will suffer such a wicked Act? It is in vain to strive or cry, There is none to help you. If the fear of Heaven Cannot deter thee from this villainy; Yet tremble at the punishments my Father And Lysander will inflict upon thee; For do not think there's any place that's so remote, But they will find thee out.
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PlayThe Deserving Favorite
AuthorCarlell, Lodowick
Publication year (edition)1629
First performance / composition (Annals)1629 [c.1622-1629]
First performance (BritDrama)1629 [1625-1629]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
Theaterbefore the Court;Blackfriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 917 · TCP A17968 · DEEP 738
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2017–2066 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 52 in this edition
Length486 words · 609 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.878 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
He was a foole then, And did not know his owne aduantage, Which you ſhall find I doe, you that Denyed me now a kiſſe, ſhall giue me that Which you perchance the firſt night Would haue denyed your husband. I do not like this, whats that honeſt Iacomo? Your Maidenhead. How! I know thou doſt but ſpeake this For to excuſe thy ſelfe from going; ſit ſtill, Ile find the way my ſelfe. Are you ſo crafty, ſtay and heare me. What ſayſt thou honeſt Iacomo? Not too honeſt neither, I know you are wiſe, and therefore Ile vſe no perſwaſions, elſe, but onely letting of you ſee the danger. O, I feare this villaine. Lyſander you told me was at the Lodge, and there the King ſhall find him, except you will redeeme him from that danger, by the loſſe of your Virginity; I know you would bee well content to kiſſe me now, but now it will not ſerue. Will honeſt Iacomo then proue a villaine? Who would not proue a villaine for ſo ſweet a recompence: How I doe glory in this purchaſe of my wit, the Duke ſtriuing to gaine the happineſſe, I ſhall haue offer'd me, paid downe his life fort; beſides, he went about the ceremoniall way of Marriage; but I ſhall meet my happineſſe a neerer way, which will be an addition to the pleaſure. Come, are you reſolu'd? Why villaine, doſt thou prize Lyſanders life Aboue mine honor? If for a word, for honor is no more, You can indure to ſee Lyſander ſuffer cruell death, It ſeemes you loue him little, doe as you will; Make haſt vnto the Lodge, you know the way well The King may chance be there before you, As I will handle the buſineſſe. Stay Iacomo, canſt thou be ſuch a villaine As thou doſt ſeeme; I doe not thinke Thou art in earneſt. All torments that man did euer feele, Light vpon me, if I doe not performe What I ſay. Then may they all light on thee; For thou deſeru'ſt them all. Stay Lady. Doſt thou relent? I knew thou didſt it but to trye mee. It is true indeed, I did ſo. I thought thou ſtill wert honeſt. Be not deceiu'd: I tried indeed if you would giue conſent, becauſe the pleaſure would haue beene the greater ſo; but ſince I haue you once agen within my power, I will inioy you whether you will or no. Canſt thou beleeue, the heauens that haue the power, To ſtrike thee dead, will ſuffer ſuch a wicked Act? It is in vaine to ſtriue or crye, There is none to helpe you. If the feare of Heauen Cannot deterre thee from this villanie; Yet tremble at the puniſhments my Father And Lyſander will inflict vpon thee; For doe not thinke there's any place that's ſo remote, But they will find thee out.