Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Duchess of Suffolk · chunk 3 of 33

Drue, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1624 [licensed for stage, Jan 2] (Annals)
history · Prince Palatine's (Palsgrave's) Men
T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.75 · 503 words

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

Queen of my rich desires in marrying thee, What of this king of Poland? He stays your grace's leisure, Accompanied with the Earl of Arundel. Entreat their presence, Welcome royal Prince, My noble Lord. Madam, my latest service comes to bring An old affection from a new made king. My Pristine gratulations thus accept The humble proffer of your sovereign heart: But let me tell you, my thrice gracious Lord, You deal not Kingly, by advantaged means To set upon my infancy of Love, To ambush lay it by intelligence: You know my meaning, there's a privy thief I know you set to pillage my affections, He durst not else have broke my secrets up. His travel has not loitered in your suit, Nor will I be ungrateful to his pains. The Duke Northumberland, with the Earl of Erbaigh, Desire to have access unto your grace. More suitors? well, they are all welcome; usher them in. Health and fair fortune Wait on suffolk's Duchess. Your wishes return their virtues on yourself. The king salutes you in my vassal breath, And bade me tell you, he received your gift With thankful welcome, and bestowed the same (Pieced out with honour, from his noble bounty) Upon your cosen Sir Roger Willowby, Creating him Lord Willowby of Parram, To build remembrance of your gracious gift: Further he prays you to entreat this Prince, The Earl of Erbaigh with fair courtesy. Madam, the love of your perfections Hath called me hither, and of them I crave, A welcome to my loyalty of heart. I wish sir, my perfections of that wealth To rate so high a merit as yours is: But Princes, leave this cheapening of my love, It is a bad thing dear. Shall I beseech of you my Lord of Poland, and the rest, Princes or whosoever tenders me The humble service of his noble heart As to digest my choice with patience: Amongst you I will choose, and at this time And in his like inter my widowhood, Amongst a throng of merits one but enters, One wins the Goal still, though a thousand venters, This man must but possess me, let the voice Of my affections, please all with her choice. Pleased or displeased, you women choose your And reason you should have it, or all's one You'll take a fall to have it; fancies force Makes honest plainness often speed the worse, Choose Madam choose, and please thine own content. The king of Poland Madam. How this fellow Wakes my remembrance for the king of Poland, As though my fancy hung upon his tongue, I never shot a blunted arrow forth, Nor shall my choice recoil upon his worth, Whom I'll call mine; come worst of fate, Berty I choose thyself my marriage mate, Upon this low foundation I erect The Palace of mine honours, on this knee I place the head of mine authority; Let hand from hand exchange their offices, What's mine is thine, thine mine, sealed with this kiss.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Duchess of Suffolk
AuthorDrue, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1631
First performance / composition (Annals)1624 [licensed for stage, Jan 2]
First performance (BritDrama)1624 [Jan]
Company (BritDrama)Prince Palatine's (Palsgrave's) Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 966 · TCP A20866 · DEEP 781
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 132–201 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 33 in this edition
Length503 words · 663 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.751 (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)
Queene of my rich desires in marrying thee▪ What of this king of Poland? He staies your graces leisure, Accompanied with the Earle of Arundell. Intreat their presence, Welcome royall Prince, My noble Lord. Madam, my latest service comes to bring An old affection from a new made king. My Pristine gratulations thus accept The humble proffer of your soueraigne heart▪ But let me tell you, my thrice gratious Lord, You deale not Kingly, by advantag'd meanes To set vpon my infancy of Loue, To ambush lay it by intelligence: You know my meaning, theres a privie theefe I know you set to pillage my affections, He durst not else haue broke my secrets vp. His travell has not loytered in your sute, Nor will I be vngratefull to his paines. The Duke Northumberland, with the Earle of Erbaigh, Desire to haue accesse vnto your grace. More sutors? well, they are all welcome; vsher them in. Health and faire fortune Waite on Suffolks Dutches. Your wishes returne their vertues on your selfe. The king salutes you in my vassall breath, And bad me tell you, he received your gift With thankefull welcome, and bestowed the same▪ (Peec'd out with honor, from his noble bounty) Vpon your cosen Sir Roger Willowby, Creating him Lord Willowby of Parram, To build remembrance of your gracious gift: Further he praies you to intreat this Prince, The Earle of Erbaigh with faire curtesie. Madam, the loue of your perfections▪ Hath call'd me hither, and of them I craue, A welcome to my loyalty of heart. I wish sir, my perfections of that wealth To rate so high a merit as yours is: But Princes, leaue this cheapning of my loue, It is a bad thing deere. Shall I beseech of you my Lord of Poland, and the rest, Princes or whosoever tenders me The humble service of his noble heart As to digest my choyce with patience: Amongst you I will choose, and at this time And in his like interre my vviddowhood, Amongst a throng of merits one but enters, One wins the Goale still▪ though a thousand venters, This man must but posssse me, let the voyce Of my affections, please all with her choyce. Pleas'd or displeas'd, you vvomen choose you And reason you should haue it, or als one Youle take a fall to haue it; fancies force Makes honest plainnesse often speed the worse, Choose Madam choose, and please thine owne conten The king of Poland Madam. How this fellow Wakes my remembrance for the king of Poland, As though my fancy hung vpon his tongue, I never shot a blunted arrow foorth, Nor shall my choyce recoyle vpon his worth, Whom Ile call mine; come worst of fate, Berty I choose thy selfe my marriage mate, Vpon this low foundation I erect The Pallace of mine honors, on this knee I place the head of mine authority; Let hand from hand exchange their offices, Whats mine is thine, thine mine, seal'd with this kisse.