The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 32 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 T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.75 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Hold, come not near me, ha'? now I compare, The circumstances, they induce me to A sad belief, and I had breath enough, I would ask a question. Any thing, and be Resolved. How came Grimnndo, and your devilship, Acquainted▪ He hath been my agent long, And hath deserved for his hypocrisy, And private sins, no common place in Hell, H●…es now my favourite, and we enjoy, Each other daily, but he never did, By any service more endear my love, Then by this bringing you to my acquaintance, Which I desired of him long since▪ with many, And fierce solicit, but he urged his fear, You were not ripe enough in sin, for his, Discovery. I feel myself dissolve▪ In sweat, My Lord I must acknowledge▪ I Have ever had you in my first regard, Of any mortal sinner, for you have The same propension with me, though with Less malice▪ spirits of the lower world Have several offices assigned, some are To advance pride, some avarice, some wrath, I am for lust, a gay, voluptuous devil, Come let's embrace, for that I love my Lord, Do, and command a regiment of hell, They all are at your service. O my foul! Be●…ide my Lord, it is another motive To honour you, and by my chains which now I have left behind, it makes me grow enamoured, Your wife, that says her prayers at home, and weeps Away her sight, Of let me hug you for it, Despise her vows still, spurn her tears again Into her eyes thou shalt be prince in hell And have a crown of flames▪ brighter than that, Which Ariadue wears of fixed staires, Come shall we dally now? My bones within Are dust already, and I wear my flesh Like a lose, upper garment, Y'are afraid▪ Be not so pale at liver, for I see Your blood turn Coward, how would you be frighted To look upon me clothed with all my horror, That shudder at me now? call up your spirit. There are too many spirits here already, Would thou wert conjured, what shall I do? What other then to bathe your soul in pleasure And never heard of ravish, we two, Will progress through the air in Uenus charet▪ And when her silver doves grow faint, and tire, Cupid and Mercury shall lend us wings, And we will visit new worlds, when we are, Weary of this, we both will back the winds. And hunt the phoenix through the Arabian deserts her we will spoil of all her shining plumes. To make a blazing Coronet for thy temples, Which from the Earth beheld, shall draw up wonder And puzzle learned Astronomy, to distinguish it From some new Constellation, the Sea Shall yield us pastime, when envoleped With Clouds, blacker than night, we range about And when with storms we overthrow whole navies, We'll laugh to hear the mariners exclaim In many thousand shipwrecks, what do I Urge these particulars? let us be one soul, Air, Earth and Hell, is yours.
nodes 1889–1961 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 38 in this edition
Length
509 words · 672 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.754 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Hold, come not neere me, ha? now I compare, The circumstances, they induce me to A sad beliefe, and I had breath enough, I would aske a question. Any thing, and be Resolud. How came Grimnndo, and your deuilship, Acquainted▪ He hath beene my agent long, And hath deseru'd for his hipocrisie, And priuate sinnes, no common plce in Hell, Hes now my fauorite, and we enioy, Each other daily, but hee neuer did, By any seruice more endeare my loue, Then by this bringing you to my acquaintance, Which I desir'd of him long since▪ with many, And fierce sollcite, but e vrg'd his feare, You were not ripe enoug in sinne, for his, Discoery. I feel my selfe dissolue▪ In sweate, My Lord I must acknowledge▪ I Haue euer had you in my first regard, Of any mortall sinner, for you haue The same propention with me, though with Lesse malice▪ spirits of the lower world Haue seuerall offices assign'd, some are To aduance pride, some auarice, some wrath, I am for lust, a gay, voluptuous Diuell, Come lets embrace, for that I loue my Lord, Doe, and command a regiment of hell, They all are at your seruice. O my foule! Beide my Lord, it is another motie To honour you, and by my caines which now I haue lft behind, it makes me grow enamor'd, Your wife, that sayes her prayers at home, and weepes Away her sight, O let me hug you for it, Dispise her vowe still, spurne her teares agen Into her eyes thou shalt be prince in hell And haue a Crowne of flames▪ brighter then that, Which Ariadue weares of fixed stares, Come shall we dally now? My bones within Are dust already, and I weare my flsh Like a loose, vpper garment, Y'are afraid▪ Be not so pale at liuer, for I see Your blood turne Coward, how would you be frighted To looke vpon me cloth'd with all my horrour, That shudder at me now? call vp your spirit. There are too many spirits heere already, Would thou wert coniur'd, what shall I doe? What other then to bath your soule in pleasure And neuer heard of rauishings, wee two, Will progresse through the ayre in Uenu charret▪ And when her siluer doues grow faint, and tir, Cupid and Mercury shall lend vs wings, And we will visit new worlds, when we are, Weary of this, we both will backe the winds. And hunt the Phaenix through the Arabian Dserts Hr we will spoyle of all her shining plumes. To make a blazing Coronet for thy temples, Which from the Earth beheld, shall draw vp wonder And puzzle learned Astronomy, to distinguish it From some new Constellation, the Sea Shall yeeld vs pastime, when inuelopd With Clouds, blacker then night, wee range about And when with stormes we ouerthrow whole Nauies, We'll laugh to heare the Marriners exclaime In many thousand shipwrackes, what doe I Vrge these particuers? let vs be one Soule, Ayre, Earth and Hell, is yours.