Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 29 of 44

Shirley, James · published 1631 · first performed or written 1625 [licensed for stage, Feb 11] (Annals)
comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit
unassigned nearest T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 480 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.

Selina, sweet Selina, hear me. Sweet? oh villainous presumption! What will you do? Save a disease, a labour, make an end of you, come sirrah, swear to observe what I shall impose upon you. Oh, any thing, bitter Selina. First, you shall never solicit me to lie with you. Never by this hand, and thank you too. Stand bore in my presence. Stark-naked. Run of my arrands. To the world's end. And keep a whore under my nose, nay, I will allow it. If you will have it so, I am content. Swear, sirrah. Flesh, and blood, I do swear. So, rise. In hope of your conformity, I forbear to let the punishment be equal with your deserts. Oh, I have married a Devil, I shall be utterly disgraced, if this be known: Pray sweet wife, let me beg one request of you, that you would not discredit me, I will be content to endure your pleasure, do not forsake my house, I beseech you that you would lie with my daughter. Shall you appoint my lodging? Oh no, I do but humbly entreat you will be pleased to lie with my daughter. Well, since you submit so respectively, I will tender your credit in that point upon your good behaviour, are you not well? I am the worse for you by forty marks. One thing more, virtuous wife, that you would not tell your father, nor anybody else, how you have beaten me: Goodnight, sweet virtuous wife. Ha, ha, Hillaria, my way to thee is free, I have beat my passage, and I come to thee. I had thought the woods and such wild groves as these, Had been the house of rapine, and could not Afford humanity, beasts, and men like them, Are wont to make such places desolate: Did Nature make you thus at first, and are We that have Cities, house, and Civil Laws More rude than you? or hath all virtue chose You as divine earth to dwell upon? Shepherdess, indeed I am in love With your wild Kingdom here, and would not be A King abroad, if I might be a subject With such fair Nymphs as you. Oh son, you would say so, When our pleasures all you know: We are not oppressed with care, With which you in Cities are, A Shepherd is a King, whose Throne Is a mossy Mountain, on Whose top we sit, our crook in hand, Like a Sceptre of command, Our subjects, sheep grazing below, Wanton frisking to and fro. We nothing fear, awake nor sleep, But the Wolf goddild our sheep, On a Country Quill each plays Madrigals, and pretty Lays Of passions, and the force of Love, And with Ditties heaven move. Birds will listen to our song, And to leafy Arbours throng, To learn our notes, and Mistress name, Valleys echoing with the same.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe School of Compliment (Love Tricks)
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1631
First performance / composition (Annals)1625 [licensed for stage, Feb 11]
First performance (BritDrama)1625 [Feb]
Company (BritDrama)Lady Elizabeth's Men
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 954 · TCP A12152 · DEEP 765
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 875–928 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 44 in this edition
Length480 words · 641 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousy at 0.812
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)
Selina, sweet Selina, heare me. Sweet? oh villanous presumption! What will you doe? Saue a disease, a labour, make an end of you, come sirra, sweare to obserue what I shall impose vpon you. Oh, any thing, bitter Selina. First, you shall neuer sollicite me to lye with you. Neuer by this hand, and thanke you too. Stand bare in my presence. Starke-naked. Runne of my arrands. To the worlds end. And keep a whore vnder my nose, nay, I will allow it. If you will haue it so, I am content. Sweare, sirra. Flesh, and blood, I doe sweare. So, rise. In hope of your conformity, I forbeare to let the punishment be equall with your deserts. Oh, I haue married a Deuill, I shall be vtterly disgraced, if this bee knowne: Pray sweet wife, let me begge one request of you, that you would not discredit mee, I will be content to endure your pleasure, doe not forsake my house, I beseech you that you would lye with my daughter. Shall you appoint my lodging? Oh no, I doe but humbly intreate you will be pleased to lie with my daughter. Well, since you submit so respectiuely, I will tender your credit in that point vpon your good behauiour, are you not well? I am the worse for you by forty markes. One thing more, vertuous wife, that you would not tell your father, nor any body else, how you haue beaten me: Goodnight, sweet vertuous wife. Ha, ha, Hillaria, my way to thee is free, I haue beat my passage, and I come to thee. I had thought the woods and such wilde groues as these, Had beene the house of rapine, and could not Afford humanity, beasts, and men like them, Are wont to make such places desolate: Did Nature make you thus at first, and are We that haue Cities, house, and Ciuill Lawes More rude then you? or hath all vertue chose You as diuine earth to dwell vpon? Shepheardesse, indeed I am in loue With your wild Kingdome here, and would not be A King abroad, if I might be a subiect With such faire Nymphes as you. Oh sonne, you would say so, When our pleasures all you know: We are not opprest with care, With which you in Cities are, A Shepheard is a King, whose Throne Is a mossie Mountaine, on Whose top we sit, our crooke in hand, Like a Scepter of command, Our subiects, sheepe grazing below, Wanton frisking to and fro. We nothing feare, awake nor sleepe, But the Woolfe goddild our sheepe, On a Countrey Quill each playes Madrigals, and pretty Layes Of passions, and the force of Loue, And with Ditties heauen moue. Birds will listen to our song, And to leauy Arbours throng, To learne our notes, and Mistris name, Vallies ecchoing with the same.