Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Deserving Favorite · chunk 40 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 0.78 · 490 words

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

I see poor Gerard bound, whom I Compelled to conceal me. How couldst thou compel him? Royal Sir, with patience hear me: When I by the assistance of Fortune, not my valour; (Yet I did nothing basely) had killed that noble Duke I was myself sore wounded, so that I could not Fly out of your territories, and well I knew Into what house soe'er I came, though they At first might pity me, not knowing What I had done; yet when they once should know That I had killed the Duke, they then I knew Would straight discover me, rather to gain reward, Or else to save themselves from future danger, Which to prevent. I thought my safest course was For to compel Gerard, whom well I knew Lived far remote from company, to swear Not to discover I was in his house, Or else I threatened straight to kill him, Hoping that rather than he would forswear Himself, he would conceal me, wherein I was No whit deceived. If please your Majesty, He came into my house before I was aware, With his sword drawn, and setting of it To my breast, threatening if I would not swear For to conceal him, to kill me instantly. I (not knowing what he had done) Swore all that he would have me. A God transformed into a humane shape Could do or say no more than he hath done. But when thou knew'st that he had Killed the Duke, how durst thou then Conceal him? I then began to fright him with strange Examples of the cruel punishments that perjured Men had felt, and awed his conscience that way. So thou dost mine Lysander; For I have made a vow, after that I had got thee Once within my power, the Sun shall not Twice set, till I had with a sacrifice of thy heart blood Appeased my kinsman's Ghost. I dare not Be forsworn, away with him to prison, And Gerard. It is then no time for to conceal myself. O cruel Brother! you have in that rash oath Murdered all virtue that Man's frail nature Is capable to receive. I am amazed, Tell me dear Sister, what make you here, I hope you know not of this villainy. O do not call a demigod a villain, Though Fortune made his valiant arm The instrument to rob you of a worthy Kinsman. Sister, you speak with passion, as if You loved him. Yes Brother, I do love him, With all my heart I love him, which I will Manifest more than in words, If you be cruel. Sister, as you respect my favour, And your own fair Name, blemish not so Your royal blood by loving of a murderous Ingrateful villain. O that you were no Brother to me, Nor my King, that I might satisfy mine Anger by a brave revenge. By loving of a murderous ingrateful villain.
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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 2316–2383 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 52 in this edition
Length490 words · 604 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.775 (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)
I ſee poore Gerard bound, whom I Compel'd to conceale me. How couldſt thou compell him? Royall Sir, with patience hear me: When I by the aſſiſtance of Fortune, not my valour; (Yet I did nothing baſely) had kild that noble Duke I was my ſelfe ſore wounded, ſo that I could not Flye out of your territories, and well I knew Into what houſe ſo ere I came, though they At firſt might pitty me, not knowing What I had done; yet when they once ſhould know That I had kild the Duke, they then I knew Would ſtreight diſcouer me, rather to gaine reward, Or elſe to ſaue themſelues from future danger, Which to preuent. I thought my ſafeſt courſe was For to compell Gerard, whom well I knew Liu'd farre remote from company, to ſweare Not to diſcouer I was in his houſe, Or elſe I threatned ſtraight to kill him, Hoping that rather then he would forſweare Himſelfe, he would conceale me, wherein I was No whit deceiu'd. If pleaſe your Maieſtie, He came into my houſe before I was aware, With his ſword drawne, and ſetting of it To my breſt, threatning if I would not ſweare For to conceale him, to kill me inſtantly. I (not knowing what he had done) Swore all that he would haue me. A God transformd into a humane ſhape Could doe or ſay no more then he hath done. But when thou knew'ſt that he had Kild the Duke, how durſt thou then Conceale him? I then began to fright him with ſtrange Examples of the cruell puniſhments that periur'd Men had felt, and aw'd his conſcience that way. So thou doſt mine Lyſander; For I haue made a vow, after that I had got thee Once within my power, the Sun ſhall not Twice ſet, til I had with a ſacrifice of thy heart bloud Appeas'd my Kinſmans Ghoſt. I dare not Be forſworne, away with him to priſon, And Gerard. It is then no time for to conceale my ſelfe. O cruell Brother! you haue in that raſh oath Mutder'd all vertue that Mansfraile nature Is capable to receiue. I am amaz'd, Tell me deare Siſter, what make you here, I hope you know not of this villany. O doe not call a demi-god a villaine, Though Fortune made his valiant arme The inſtrument to rob you of a worthy Kinſman. Siſter, you ſpeake with paſſion, as if You lou'd him. Yes Brother, I doe loue him, With all my heart I loue him, which I will Manifeſt more then in words, If you be cruell. Siſter, as you reſpect my fauour, And your owne faire Name, blemiſh not ſo Your royall blood by louing of a murderous Ingratefull villaine. O that you were no Brother to me, Nor my King, that I might ſatisfie mine Anger by a braue reuenge. By louing of a murderous ingratefull villaine.