Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Jealous Lovers · chunk 40 of 47

Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals)
comedy · before the Court
unassigned nearest T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat · 447 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.

Be not too rash: I will revive Techmessa. O sweet daughter! Thou hast revived two lives at once. But I Still live a widowed virgin. No, Evadne, Receive me new created, of a clay Purged from all dregs; my thoughts do all run clear. Take hence those coffins. I will have them born Trophies before me, when we come to tie The nuptial knot: for death has brought us life. Suspicion made us confident, and weak jealousy Hath added strength to our resolved love. Cupid hath run his maze, this was his day: But the next part Hymen intends to play. HAil sacred Thebes, I kiss thy blessed soil, And on my knees salute thy seven gates. Some twenty winters now have glazed thy floods Since I beheld thy turrets, battered then With war, that sought the ruin of those walls Which music built, when Minos cruel tribute robbed mothers of their dearest babes, to glut His ravenous Minotaur, I for safety fled With my young sons, but called my Country's hate Upon my head, whom misery made malicious. Each father had a curse in store for me, Because I shared not in the common loss: Yet would have willingly changed fortunes with me. I dare not meet the vulgars' violent rage Eager against me. I will therefore study Some means to live concealed. I Have heard my mother, Who had more proverbs in her mouth then teeth, (Peace with her soul where'er it be) affirm, Marry too soon, and you'll repent too late. A sentence worth my meditation: For marriage is a serious thing, perchance Fair Phryne is no maid: for women may Be beauteous, yet no virgins. Fair and chaste Are not of necessary consequence. Or being both fair and chaste, she may be barren; And then when I am old, I shall not have A boy— to dote on, as my father does. Kind fortune fan you with a courteous wing. A pretty compliment. What art thou fellow? A Register of heaven, a privy Counsellor To all the planets, one that has been tenant To the twelve houses, Tutor to the Fates, That taught 'em thouart of spinning; a live Almanac, One that by speculation in the stars Can foretell any thing. How? foretell any thing? How many years are passed since Thebes was built? That is not to foretell: you state the question Of times already past. And cannot you As well foretell things past, as things to come! Say, Register of heaven, and Privy-counselor To all the planets, with the rest of your titles, (For I shall ne'er be able to repeat 'em all) Shall I, as I intend, today be married?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Jealous Lovers
AuthorRandolph, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1632
First performance / composition (Annals)1632 [Mar 20]
First performance (BritDrama)1632 [Mar]
Theaterbefore the Court;at University;
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 987 · TCP A10407 · DEEP 800
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2517–2578 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 47 in this edition
Length447 words · 590 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T33 — Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiations at 0.781
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)
Be not too rash: I will revive Techmessa. O sweet daughter! Thou hast reviv'd two lives at once. But I Still live a widowed virgin. No, Evadne, Receive me new created, of a clay Purg'd from all dregs; my thoughts do all run cleare. Take hence those coffins. I will have them born Trophies before me, when we come to tie The nuptiall knot: for death has brought us life. Suspicion made us confident, and weak jealousie Hath added strength to our resolved love. Cupid hath run his maze, this was his day: But the next part Hymen intends to play. HAil sacred Thebes, I kisse thy blessed soil, And on my knees salute thy seven gates. Some twentie winters now have glaz'd thy flouds Since I beheld thy turrets, batter'd then With warre, that sought the ruine of those walls Which musick built, when Minos cruell tribute Rob'd mothers of their dearest babes, to glut His ravenous Minotaure, I for safety fled With my young sonnes, but call'd my countryes hate Upon my head, whom miserie made malicious. Each father had a curse in store for me, Because I shar'd not in the common losse: Yet would have willingly chang'd fortunes with me. I dare not meet the vulgars violent rage Eager against me. I will therefore study Some means to live conceal'd. I Have heard my mother, Who had more proverbs in her mouth then teeth, (Peace with her soul where e're it be) affirm, Marry too soon, and you'le repent too late. A sentence worth my meditation: For marriage is a serious thing, perchance Fair Phryne is no maid: for women may Be beauteous, yet no virgins. Fair and chaste Are not of necessary consequence. Or being both fair and chaste, she may be barren; And then when I am old, I shall not have A boy—to dote on, as my father does. Kinde fortune fan you with a courteous wing. A prety complement. What art thou fellow? A Register of heaven, a privie Counsellour To all the planets, one that has been tenant To the twelve houses, Tutour to the Fates, That taught 'um th'art of spinning; a live Almanack, One that by speculation in the starres Can foretell any thing. How? foretell any thing? How many yeares are past since Thebes was built? That is not to foretell: you state the question Of times already past. And cannot you As well foretell things past, as things to come! Say, Register of heaven, and Privy-counsellour To all the planets, with the rest of your titles, (For I shall ne're be able to repeat 'um all) Shall I, as I intend, to day be married?