Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Contention for Honor and Riches · chunk 11 of 11

Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1631 [c.1625-1632; adapted 1658] (Annals)
moral
unassigned nearest T28 Marriage-making: weddings, brides and ma · 469 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T28: married, marriage, wedding, day, bride, father, wife, luce, love, husband.

I am your servant, Lady. But first, Mr. Gettings, know these Gentlemen. They are in my books already, pray Gentlemen, Know my Commodities, when I ha' married Riches, I shall be better able to furnish you We wish you joy. And shall remain your debtors. I make no doubt. But here's the Lady whom we inquire for. She has music to attend her. Ha! the Scholar? The case is altered. Is not that Ingenuity? How familiar they are! I hope they're not married. Is this Madam Honour? So, Lady. Gentlemen, I come to reconcile your difference, I did foresee you desperate in love, And prompted, I confess your swelling valours To fight for me, but upon second thoughts. I canceled that opinion, and devised A way to settle all things without danger This Gentleman late my servant, Ingenuity, Hath removed all occasion of your further Courtship, and now won me for his Bride. Married the Scholar? despised. Affronted. You are passionate. You could not both possess me, yet in him Your excellencies meet, and I enjoy 'em. He can be Courtier and a Soldier When the occasion presents itself. He that hath learned to obey well, can command. Nay, be not sad, if you loved me, express it In your Congratulations. Here I fix myself, and vow my best affection. If in the number of my friends, I may Write you, be confident you sha'not lose By your respect to Honour. Lady Riches, I hope there is no Antipathy in your nature, But you may smile upon a Scholar now Married to Honour. Since you have so advanced him, He shall not want my favour. Now I am confident. We must obey our destiny. Since Fate Meant me not so much happiness, to be The husband, let me still be humble servant To Honour. My desires have the same ambition. joys crown your marriage Now you both denied me. But in this Empire I can brook no Rival. Be all my honoured guests, and with one feast And revels celebrate our double marriage. And here our love unites. Pardon what language My passion threw upon thee: acknowledge A Soldiers worth above the reach of malice. My heart shall spread to embrace the noble Courtier. Here's nothing but compliment. you should bring up a fashion to kiss one another. 'tis such a dry Clod! Correct your passions, sir, I am informed You have been guilty this day of abuse, Against the noble Citizens, and traduced Their yearly Triumph. 'Twas his ignorance, But we are friends again. Then I ha' done. Now Gentlemen and Ladies, In the assurance all are pleased, let us join in dance. Such mirth becomes a wedding. Strike up some nimble air. Thus all have seen how Providence imparts Wealth to the City, Honour to the Arts.
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PlayThe Contention for Honor and Riches
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1633
First performance / composition (Annals)1631 [c.1625-1632; adapted 1658]
First performance (BritDrama)1629 [1628-1632]
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typePrivate;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 995 · TCP A12131 · DEEP 810
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 555–627 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 11 in this edition
Length469 words · 608 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T28 — Marriage-making: weddings, brides and matches at 0.797
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)
I am your servant, Lady. But first, Mr. Gettings, know these Gentlemen. They are in my books already, pray Gentlemen, Know my Commodities, when I ha married Riches, I shall be better able to furnish you We wish you joy. And shall remaine your debtors. I make no doubt. But here's the Lady whom we enquire for. She has musicke to attend her. Ha! the Scholler? The case is alterd. Is not that Ingenuity? How familiar they are! I hope they'r not married. Is this Madam Honor? So, Lady. Gentlemen, I come to reconcile your difference, I did foresee you desperate in love, And prompted, I confesse your swelling valours To fight for me, but upon second thoughts. I canceld that opinion, and devis'd A way to settle all things without danger This Gentleman late my servant, Ingenuity, Hath remov'd all occasion of your further Courtship, and now won me for his Bride. Married the Scholler? despis'd. Affronted. You are passionate. You could not both possesse me, yet in him Your excellencies meet, and I enjoy e'm. He can be Courtier and a Soldier When the occasion presents it selfe. He that hath learn'd to obey well, can command. Nay, be not sad, if you lov'd me, expresse it In your Congratulations. Here I fixe My selfe, and vow my best affection. If in the number of my friends, I may Write you, be confident you sha'not lose By your respect to Honor. Lady Riches, I hope there is no Antipathy in your nature, But you may smile upon a Scholler now Married to Honor. Since you have so advanc'd him, He shall not want my favour. Now I am confident. We must obey our destiny. Since Fate Meant me not so much happinesse, to be The husband, let me still be humble servant To Honor. My desires have the same ambition. Ioyes crowne your marriage Now you both denide me. But in this Empire I can brooke no Rivall. Be all my honor'd guests, and with one feast And revels celebrate our double marriage. And here our love unites. Pardon what language My passion threw upon thee acknowledge A Soldiers worth above the reach of malice. My heart shall spread to embrace the noble Courtier. Here's nothing but complement. you should bring up a fashion to kisse one another. Tis such a dry Clod! Correct your passions, sir, I am inform'd You have beene guilty this day of abuse, Against the noble Citizens, and traduc'd Their yeerely Triumph. 'Twas his ignorance, But we are friends agen. Then I ha done. Now Gentlemen and Ladies, In the assurance all are pleas'd, lus Ioyne in dance. Such mirth becomes a wedding. Strike up some nimble aire. Thus all have eene how Providence imparts Wealth to the City, Honor to the Arts.