Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice · chunk 38 of 39

Massinger, Philip · published 1630 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Sep 17] [incorrect] (Annals)
tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T32 Rings and jewels as tokens · 499 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.

O Madam, I have been false, forgive me. I'll redeem it By any thing however desperate You please to impose upon me. Troth these tears I think cannot be counterfeit, I believe her, And if you please will try her. At your peril; There is no further danger can look towards me. This only then, canst thou use means to carry This bake-meat to Vitelli? With much ease, I am familiar with the guard; beside, It being known it was I that betrayed, My entrance hardly will of them be questioned? About it then, say that it was sent to him From his Donusa, bid him search the midst of't He there shall find a cordial. What I do Shall speak my care and faith. Good fortune with thee. You cannot eat. The time we thus abuse We might employ much better. I am glad To hear this from you. As for you Carazie, If your intents do prosper, make choice whither You'll steal away with your two Mistresses Or take your fortune. I'll be gelded twice first; Hang him that stays behind. I wait you madam, Were but my brother off, by the command Of the doting Viceroy there's no guard dare stay me. And I will safely bring you to the place Where we must expect him. Heaven be gracious to us. Paulina to fall off thus? 'tis to me More terrible than death, and like an earthquake Totters this walking building (such I am) And in my sudden ruin would prevent, By choking up at once my vital spirits, This pompous preparation for my death. But I am lost; that good man, good Francisco Delivered me a paper which till now I wanted leisure to peruse. This Christian Fears not, it seems, the near approaching Sun Whose second rise He never must salute. Who's that? Stand. Manto. here's the viceroy's ring Gives warrant to my entrance, yet you may Partake of any thing I shall deliver; 'tis but a present to a dying man Sent from the princess that must suffer with him. Use your own freedom. I would not disturb This his last contemplation. O 'tis well! He has restored all, and I at peace again With my Paulina. Sir, the sad Donusa Grieved for your sufferings, more than for her own, Knowing the long and tedious pilgrimage You are to take, presents you with this cordial, Which privately she wishes you should taste of, And search the middle part, where you shall find Something that hath the operation, to Make death look lovely. I will not dispute What she commands but serve it. Prithee Manto How hath the unfortunate princess spent this night Under her proud new mistress? With such patience As it o'ercomes the other's insolence Nay triumphs o'er her pride. My much haste now Commands me hence, but the sad Tragedy passed, I'll give you satisfaction to the full Of all hath passed, and a true character Of the proud Christians' nature.
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PlayThe Renegado, or The Gentleman of Venice
AuthorMassinger, Philip
Publication year (edition)1630
First performance / composition (Annals)1624 [licensed for stage, Sep 17] [incorrect]
First performance (BritDrama)1624 [Apr]
Company (BritDrama)Lady Elizabeth's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 930 · TCP A07246 · DEEP 752
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2680–2762 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 39 in this edition
Length499 words · 636 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T32 — Rings and jewels as tokens at 0.817
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)
O Madam, I haue beene false, forgiue me. I'll redeeme it By any thing howeuer desperate You please to impose vpon me. Troth these teares I thinke cannot be counterfeit, I beleeue her, And if you please vvill try her. At your perill; There is no further danger can looke towards me. This only then, canst thou vse meanes to carry This bakemeate to Vitelli? With much ease, I am familiar vvith the gard; beside, It being knowne it vvas I that betrayde, My entrance hardly vvill of them be question'd? About it then, say that it vvas sent to him From his Donusa, bid him search the midst of't He there shall finde a cordiall. What I doe Shall speake my care and faith. Good fortune vvith thee. You cannot eate. The time vve thus abuse We might imploy much better. I am glad To heare this from you. As for you Carazie, If your intents doe prosper, make choyce whither You'l steale away with your two Mistresses Or take your fortune. I'll be gelded twice first; Hang him that stayes behind. I waite you Madame, Were but my brother off, by the command Of the doting Viceroy there's no garde dare stay me. And I will safely bring you to the place Where we must expect him. Heauen be gracious to vs. Paulina to fall off thus? tis to mee More terrible then death, and like an earthquake Totters this walking building (such I am) And in my suddaine ruine would preuent, By choaking vp at once my vitall spirits, This pompous preparation for my death. But I am lost; that good man, good Francisco Deliuered me a paper which till now I wanted leasure to peruse. This Christian Feares not, it seemes, the neere approching Sun Whose second rise He neuer must salute. Who's that? Stand. Manto. Heere's the Viceroyes ring Giues warrant to my entrance, yet you may Partake of any thing I shall deliuer; Tis but a present to a dying man Sent from the princesse that must suffer with him. Vse your owne freedome. I would not disturbe This his last contemplation. O tis well! He has restor'd all, and I at peace againe With my Paulina. Sir, the sad Donusa Grieued for your sufferings, more then for her owne, Knowing the long and tedious pilgrimage You are to take, presents you with this cordiall, Which priuately she wishes you should taste of, And search the middle part, where you shall find Something that hath the operation, to Make death looke louely. I will not dispute What she commands but serue it. Prethee Manto How hath the vnfortunate Princes spent this night Vnder her proud new mistresse? With such patience As it orecomes the others insolence Nay triumphs ore her pride. My much hast now Commands me hence, but the sad Tragedy past, Ile giue you satisfaction to the full Of all hath pass'd, and a true character Of the proud Christians nature.