Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 14 of 38

Shirley, James · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Nov 3] (Annals)
comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.88 · 504 words

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

How my Lord, what do you think of me? I know not whether you be a woman or no, yet. Fie my Lord. What would you have me do, I have not seen her this six months. Oh rather my Lord conclude my sufferings, T thus with tortures lengthen out my death, O kill me, and I beseech you I will kisse The instrument, which guided by your hand, Shall give my grief a period, and pronounce With my last breath, your free for givenesse. No kill yourself, more good will come on, how now? nay then weare like to have a precious time on't. The Duke my Lord inquired for you. I met His highness in return, and he employed me To bring back knowledge of his better health, Which he says, shall enable him, but to Expresse how much he honours fair Cleona. I am his studious servant, and rejoice In this good news: your Brother is recovered. TWO, I knew he would do well enough, now Sir? I have some business, with you my Lord, Were you at opportunity. Some moral exhortations, they are fruitless, I shall never eat garlic with Diogenes in a Tub, and specular the stars without a shirt, prithee enjoy thy Religion, and live at last most philosophy call lousy. My design is of an other nature. May I obtain so great a favour Sir, You'd be my Gu●…t in absence of the Duke, I'm but ambitious, to remember His health in greek-wine. So this Lady will be temperate, and use me but like a stranger, without pressing me to inconveniences of kissing her, and other superstitious Courtship of a Husband. I will engage she'll not offend you▪ And yet it goes against my conscience to tarry so long in honest company, but my 〈◊〉 is I do not use it, come away Piero, you have had a fine time on't. My Lord. I follow Madam, yet have comfort, Though reason and example 〈◊〉 our fears, Heaven will not let you lose so many tears. Did she receive my Letter with such joy? I want expression my Lord, to give you The circumstance, with a flowing love, Or rather with what glad devotion She entertained it, at your very name, For so I guest, to which her covetous sight Made the first haste, one might have seen her heart Dance in her eyes, and as the wonder strove To make her pale, warm love did fortify Her cheeks, with guilty blushes, she did read And kiss the paper often, mingled questions, Some half propounded, as her soul had been Too narrow, to receive what you had writ, She quite forgot. This was before the Duke Came thither? Yes my Lord. And didst thou not Observe her at his presence slack that fervour, her former passion had begot of me? Was she not costly to him boy? So far As her great birth, and breeding, might direct A Lady to behave herself to him, That was her Prince.
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PlayThe Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant)
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1630
First performance / composition (Annals)1629 [licensed for stage, Nov 3]
First performance (BritDrama)1629 [Nov]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 928 · TCP A12138 · DEEP 750
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 894–953 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 38 in this edition
Length504 words · 653 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.883 (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)
How my Lord, hat doe you thinke of me? know not whether you be a woman or no, yet. Fye my Lord. What would you haue me doe, I haue not seene her this sixe Moneths. Oh rather my Lord conclude my sufferings, T thus with tortures lengthen out my death, O kill me, and I beseech you I will kisse The instrument, which guided by your hand, Shall giue my griefe a period, and pronounce With my last breath, your free for giuenesse. No kill your selfe, more good will come on', how now? nay then w'are like to haue a precious time on't. The Duke my Lord enquir'd for you. I met His Highnesse in returne, and he employ'd me To bring backe knowledge of his better health, Which hee sayes, shall enable him, but to Expesse how much he honours faire Cleona. I am his studious Seruant, and reioye In this good newes: your Brother is recouered. II, I knew he would doe well enough, now Sir? I haue some businesse, with you my Lord, Were you at opportunitie. Some morall exhortations, they are fruitlesse, I shall neuer eat garlike with Diogenes in a Tub, and specula the Starres without a shirt, prethee enioy thy Religion, and liue at last most Phylosophy call lousie. My designe is of an other nature. May I obtaine so great a fauour Sir, You'ld be my Gut in absence of the Duke, I'm but ambitious, to remember His health in Greeke-wine. So this Lady will be temperate, and vse mee but like a stranger, without pressing me to inconueniences of kissing her, and other superstitious Courtship of a Husband. I will engage sheele not offend you▪ And yet it goes against my conscience to tarry so long in honest company, but my is I doe not vse it, come away Piero, you haue had a fine time on't. My Lord. I follow Madam, yet haue comfort, Though reason and example our feares, Heauen will not let you loose so many teares. Did she receiue my Letter with such ioy? I wont expreson my Lord, to giue you The circumstance, with a flowing Loue, Or rather with what glad deuotion She entertain'd it, at your very name, For so I guest, to which her couetous sight Made the first hase, one might haue seene her heart Dance in her eyes, and as the wonder stroue To make her pale, warme loue did fortifie Her cheekes, with guiltie blushes, she did read And kisse the paper often, mingled questions, Some halfe propounded, as her Soule had beene Too narrow, to receiue what you had writ, She quite forgot. This was before the Duke Came thither? Yes my Lord. And didst thou not Obserue her at his presence slacke that feruour, Hr former passion had begot of me? Was shee not cotly to him boy? So farre As her great birth, and breeding, might direct A Lady to behaue her selfe to him, That was her Prince.