Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Grateful Servant (The Faithful Servant) · chunk 33 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
unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 487 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.

I have a suit, But dare not speak. Take courage, and from me be confident to obtain. I am not well, The name of Diuill came to quick upon me, I was not well prepared for such a sound, It turned my blood to ice, and I had not recovered so much warmth yet, to desire The sport I came for, would you please but to Dismisse me for a time, I would return, When I have heat and strength enough, for such A sprightful action. I do find your cunning, You pretend this excuse, but to gain time, In hope you may repent. And please your Grace, Not i You will acquaint some Priest, or other, A tribe of all the world, I most abhor, And they will foole you with their Ghostly council, Pe Perplexe you with some fond divinity, To make you lose the Glories I have promised. I could never abide such mell melancholly people. In this I must betray, we spirits have No perfect knowledge of men's thoughts, I see Your bloods enfeebled, and although my love Be infinite, and every minute I Shall languish in your absence, yet your health I must preserve, 'tis that that feeds my hopes, Hereafter I shall perfectly enjoy thee, You will be faithful, and return. Suspect not, One kiss shall seal consent, Her breath smells of brimstone. When next we meet, like to the Gemini we'll twine our limbs in one another, till We appear one creature in our active play, For this time I dismiss you— do not pray, A spirit shall attend you. Do not pray, when did I last? I know not, farewell horror. He wants a wench, that goes to the devil for her. Touch me not villain, piety defend me Art thou a man, or have I all this while Conversed with some ill angel in the shape Of my Lord's friend, What needeth all this stir I urge your benefit. To undo my name N●…v soul for ever with one act. One act, There be those Ladies that have acted it A hundred times, yet think themselves as good christians as other women, and do carry As much opinion too for virtue. Heaven. What harm can there be in't, can you neglect Revenge so just, so easy and delightful? thy breath doth scatter an infection. Scatter a toy, be wise, and lose no time You know not when-such opportunity, May tempt you to't again, for my own part I can but do you pleasure in't, your blood Should need no other argument. I'll sooner Empty my veins, not to redeem thy soul, Should sin betray mine honour to one lose Embrace, hence traitor I do feel corruption I'th' air already, it will kill me if I stay, hereafter I'll not wonder how My Lord became so wicked. You will lead me To some more private room, I'll follow Madam.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 1962–2034 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 38 in this edition
Length487 words · 621 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T26 — Devils, hell and fiends at 0.785
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T30 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I haue a suit, But dae ot speake. Take courage, and from mee Be confident to obtaine. I am not well, The name of Diu ll came to quicke vpon me, I was not well prepar'd for uch a sound, It turn'd my bloud o ice, and I ha not Rcouered so much warmth yet, to desire The sport I came for, would you please but to Dmisse me for a time, I would returne, When I haue heate and strength enough, for such A sprightfull action. I do finde your cunnig, You pretend this excuse, but to gaine time, In hope you may repent. And please your Grace, Not I. You will acquaint some Priest, or other, A tribe of all the world, I most abhorre, And they will oole you with their Ghostly councell, Pe plxe you with some fond diuinity, To make you loose the Glories I haue promis'd. I could neuer abide such mel neholly people. In this I must betray, we spirits haue No perfect knowledge of mens thoughts, I see Your bloods nfeebled, and although my loue Be infinite, and euery minute I Shall languish in your absence, yet your health I must preserue, tis that that feeds my hopes, Hereafter I shall perfectly enioy thee, You will be faithfull, and returne. Suspect not, One kisse shall seale consent, Her breath smels of brimstone. When next wee meete, like to the Gemini Weele twine our limbes in one another, till Wee appeare one creature in our actiue play, For this time le dismisse you—doe not pray, A spirit shall attend you. Doe not pray, when did I last? I know not, farewell horrour. He wants a wench, that goes to the Duell for her. Touch me not villain, pietie defend me Art thou a man, or haue I all this while Conuerst with some ill Angll in the shape Of my Lords friend, What needeth all this stirre I vrge your benefit. To vndoe my name Nv Soule for euer with one act. One act, There be those Ladies that haue acted it A hundred times, yet thinke themselues as good Cristians as other women, and doe carry As much opinion too for vertue. Heauen. What harme can there be in't, can you neglect Reuenge so iust, so easie and delightfull? Ty breath doth scatter an infection. Scatter a toy, be wise, and loose no time You know not when-such opportunity, May tempt you too't agen, for my owne part I can but doe you pleasure in't, your bloud Should need no other argument. Ile sooner Empty my veynes, not to redeeme thy Soule, Should Sinne betray mine honour to one loose Embrace, hence traytor I doe feele corruption I'th ayre already, it will kill me if I stay, heereafter Ile not wonder how My Lord became so wicked. You will lead me To some more priuate roome, Ile follow Madam.