Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Cruel Brother · chunk 3 of 35

Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1627 [licensed for stage, Jan 12] (Annals)
tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T62 The courtier as a type: fashion, affecta · 501 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T62: courtier, shrug, face, court, italian, monsieur, scholar, fashion, french, courtiers.

The same. Because I never did desire To gain by being troublesome, I lost The dear benefit of the practic part. Custom's a suitor's safe encourager. I the Duke have served, since I was able To serve myself. Yet never had the luck To get by it: and as the times promise, Never shall: Unless I imitate the Crab, And find my way (as he doth his) backwards. That is. to make petition to the foot That he will please t'instruct, and teach the head When to commiserate my affair. Signior. I need a comment to your words. If you will move my Lord (the Count) To get the Duke's fair hand, subscribed here; Then shall I feel myself well understood. Sir my abilities are most pregnant When I find I may be profitable To any Courtiers just, and modest suit. I pray what sense carries the inscription? Only this Sir. There is an Engine made Which spends its strength by force of nimble wheels, For they once screwed up, in their return Will rive on Oak: but with such subtle force That motion gives no leisure to impediment. The large and ponderous Log is soon consumed, To shavings more transparent than a Glass. Of these the skillful Boxes make, Scabbards, sheaths, Chests, and moulds for children's Cabinets. Trust me an Engine of importance great. But now, what would the engineer himself? Faith Signior, nought but a Monopoly For all those wares, his Engine makes. Keep it. Good sir keep it. A monopoly Why sir the commonwealth hath been so crushed, With th'insulting Charter of such Parents, That now the very word defiles the cause. I had thought you Signior would have engaged My industry in such a suit as might Noway disparage though it did enrich; however not abuse the public weal. Very good Sir. My Lord the Count, yourself (His servile Instrument) and some others, Of this new faction that now, engross All Offices, and send your Scouts abroad Intelligencers strict, that bring you home The number, and the rate of what yourselves, Or others in the dark can put to sale. Nature hath not altered yet: the first And antic method to preserve our breaths. We must eat bread if we intend to live; Which how to get (unless this humble way That you deride) In troth I cannot tell. It makes me mad to think you should expose Us Men of Heart, to those fastidious helps That scape your own acceptance. Your wide Threats, That soon will swallow any thing which fills Although it nourish not. A pox upon you all! I did expect you would begin to rail. Good troubled Soul! I knew you well before. You are the only Man, whose wealthy Muse Doth furnish all the Fiddlers in the State With desperate Ballads, and invective Songs. Libels of such weak fancy and composure That we do all esteem it greater wrong T'have our Names extant in such paltry Rhyme Then in the slanderous sense.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Cruel Brother
AuthorDavenant, William
Publication year (edition)1630
First performance / composition (Annals)1627 [licensed for stage, Jan 12]
First performance (BritDrama)1627 [Jan]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
TheaterBlackfriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 926 · TCP A19876 · DEEP 748
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 129–195 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 35 in this edition
Length501 words · 646 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T62 — The courtier as a type: fashion, affectation and foreign manners at 0.701
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)
The ſame. Becauſe I neuer did deſire To gaine by being troubleſome, I loſt The deere benifit of the practique part. Cuſtom's a ſutors ſafe encourager. I the Duke haue ſeru'd, ſince I was able To ſerue my ſelfe. Yet neuer had the luck To get by it: and as the times promiſe, Neuer ſhall: Vnleſſe I imitate the Crab, And find my way (as he doth his) backwards. That is. to make petition to the foote That he will pleaſe t'inſtruct, and teach the head When to comiſerate my affaire. Signior. I neede a comment to your words. If you will mooue my Lord (the Count) To get the Dukes faire hand, ſubſcribed heere; Then ſhall I feele my ſelfe well vnderſtood. Sir my abillities are moſt pregnant When I find I may be profitable To any Courtiers iuſt, and modeſt ſute. I pray what ſenſe carries the inſcription? Only this Sir. There is an Engine made Which ſpends its ſtrength by force of nimble wheeles, For they once ſcrewed vp, in their returne Will riue on Oake: but with ſuch ſubtill force That motion giues no leaſure to impediment. The large and ponderous Logge is ſoone conſum'd, To ſhauings more tranſparant then a Glaſſe. Of theſe the skillull Boxes make, Scabbards, Sheathes, Cheaſts, and molds for childrens Cabinets. Trust me an Engine of importance great. But now, what would the Enginere himſelfe? Faith Signior, nought but a Monopoly For all thoſe wares, his Engine makes. Keepe it. Good ſir keepe it. A monopoly Why ſir the common-wealth hath beene ſo cruſh'd, With th'inſulting Charter of ſuch Parents, That now the very word defiles the cauſe. I had thought you Signior would haue ingag'd My induſtry in ſuch a ſute as might Noway diſparedg though it did enrich; How euer not abuſe the publique weale. Very good Sir. My Lord the Count, your ſelfe (His ſeruile Inſtrument) and ſome others, Of this new faction that now, engroſſe All Offices, and ſend your Scoutes abroad Intelligencers ſtrict, that bring you home The number, and the rate of what your ſelues, Or others in the darke can put to ſale. Nature hath not altered yet: the firſt And antick method to preſerue our breaths. We muſt eate bread if we intend to liue; Which how to get (vnleſſe this humble way That you deride) In troth I cannot tell. It makes me mad to thinke you ſhould expoſe Vs Men of Heart, to thoſe faſtidious helpes That ſcape your owne acceptance. Your wide Threats, That ſoone will ſwallow any thing which fills Although it nouriſh not. A pox vpon you all! I did expect you would begin to rayle. Good troubled Soule! I knew you well before. You are the only Man, whoſe wealthy Muſe Doth furniſh all the Fidlers in the State With dſp'rate Ballads, and inuectiue Songs. Libells of ſuch weake facy and compoſure That we doe all eſteeme it greater wrong T'haue our Names extant in ſuch paltery Ryme Then in the ſlanderous ſence.