Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Deserving Favorite · chunk 43 of 52

Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals)
tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court
unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 501 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.

Why, wouldst thou wish to live, After the untimely death of such a Brother? madam, we must not go until the Gods do call us, Yet I believe it is the better place. The better place, assure thyself of that, they would Not else thus early call thither the best of Men. I will follow Him where ere he goes to see. madam the King desires your company. Villain, had he none else to send but thee That didst betray Lysander, hence from my sight. What did you with the Boy? I left him at the Count Utrante's house: He told me he dwelled there. At what hour say they must Lysander suffer? At on of the clock, fail not to be there, And get near the Scaffold. You need not bid me. Sister, believe me, you have told me such particular Arguments of Lysander's worth, that I do pity His misfortunes much, and have quite lost my anger; Yet justice must be satisfied. Sir, the offence that he committed, was but against The Law, although he robbed you of a Subject; You are above the Law, and may remit it; A King should in points of life and death, Be like the Chancery, in other cases, and help By mercy against the cruel letter of the Law, As the Chancery doth by conscience. Especially when your own conscience tells you That he was forced against his will to fight. Sister, it were an example too dangerous To pardon him that killed my next of blood: It might encourage some to strike myself; And therefore it is in vain to plead for mercy. O daughter, let not your passionate love Unto Lysander, make you accuse good Iacomo. O Sir, you are cozened, he is a Devil incarnate, justice. justice great Sir. Lady, I thought your plea would have been mercy, And not justice. Sir, I have lost all hope of mercy; but justice I hope you will grant me against that villain Iacomo. Now have at me, but I have fore-armed the King with such a tale, that and mine own impudence, which never failed me, shall well enough defend me. Arise fair Clarinda, and by my Crown, Bring your sufficient proof, you shall have justice; But well I know you hate good Iacomo, because he did Discover where your Lysander was. Would I had bit my tongue out of my head, When I gave it power to tell you where Lysander was. Your majesty may mark by this how true the rest is that she hath to say. madam, than you would seem as if I had deceived your trust, and that you had to me discovered where Lysander was; make me not so odious, I never was a traitor, had you to me discovered it, wild horses should have torn me in a thousand pieces, ere I would have confessed; no, this same country fellow one day being within the Lodge saw him, and so discovered it to me.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 2505–2554 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 43 of 52 in this edition
Length501 words · 640 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T40 — Sin, guilt and violent loss within families at 0.860
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why, wouldſt thou wiſh to liue, After the vntimely death of ſuch a Brother? Madame, we muſt not goe vntill the Gods do call vs, Yet I bylieue it is the better place. The better place, aſſure thy ſelfe of that, they would Not elſe thus early call thither the beſt of Men. I will follow Him where ere he goes to ſee. Madame the King deſires your company. Villaine, had he none elſe to ſend but thee That didſt betray Lyſander, hence from my ſight. What did you with the Boy? I left him at the Count Ʋtrante's houſe: He told me he dwelt there. At what houre ſay they muſt Lyſander ſuffer? At on of the clock, faile not to be there, And get neere the Scaffold. You need not bid me. Siſter, beleeue me, you haue told me ſuch particular Arguments of Lyſanders worth, that I doe pitty His misfortunes much, and haue quite loſt my anger; Yet Iuſtice muſt be ſatisfied. Sir, the offence that he committed, was but againſt The Law, although he rob'd you of a Subiect; You are aboue the Law, and may remit it; A King ſhould in points of life and death, Be like the Chancery, in other caſes, and helpe By mercy againſt the cruell letter of the Law, As the Chancery doth by conſcience. Eſpecially when your owne conſcience tels you That he was forc'd againſt his will to fight. Siſter, it were an example too dangerous To pardon him that kild my next of blood: It might encourage ſome to ſtrike my ſelfe; And therfore it is in vaine to plead for mercy. O daughter, let not your paſſionate loue Vnto Lyſander, make you accuſe good Iacomo. O Sir, you are cozen'd, he is a Diuell incarnate, Iuſtice. Iuſtice great Sir. Lady, I thought your plea would haue beene mercy, And not Iuſtice. Sir, I haue loſt all hope of mercy; but Iuſtice I hope you will grant me againſt that villaine Iacomo. Now haue at me, but I haue fore-arm'd the King with ſuch a tale, that and mine owne impudence, which neuer faild me, ſhall well enough defend me. Ariſe faire Clarinda, and by my Crowne, Bring your ſufficient proofe, you ſhall haue Iuſtice; But wel I know you hate good Iacomo, becauſe he did Diſcouer where your Lyſander was. Would I had bit my tongue out of my head, When I gave it power to tell you where Lyſander was. Your maieſtie may marke by this how true the reſt is that ſhe hath to ſay. Madame, then you would ſeeme as if I had deceiu'd your truſt, and that you had to mee diſcouerd where Lyſander was; make me not ſo odious, I neuer was a traitor, had you to me diſcouer'd it, wild horſes ſhould haue torne mee in a thouſand pieces, ere I would haue confeſt; no, this ſame countrey fellow one day being within the Lodge ſaw him, and ſo diſcouerd it to me.