Early Modern Drama · Character Archetypes

MANDANE

in The Royal Slave — Cartwright, William

Metadata

PlayThe Royal Slave
AuthorCartwright, William
Year (catalogued)1639
First performance1636
Decade1630s
GenreTragicomedy
Play typeUniversity (Nonprofessional); Adult Professional
CompanyKing's Men
Theaterbefore the Court;at University;
Speech prefix(es)Mand. | Mand ▪
Words301
Characters1614
Typicality0.31 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP idA18083
BritDrama no.2552
ClusterCluster 1 — Wives, widows & intimate counsel

Important excerpts

Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 1 (nony, tailors, butler, mall, jesu, massinissa…). Matches are highlighted.

I wonder No woman's chosen Queen for company. These Male wits are but gross and sluggish; faith You'd see a delicate Comedy, if that A she wit might but Imp his Reign. I never knew But this one difference yet betwixt us and you: Your follies are more serious, your vanities Stronger,

Full speech

I wonder No woman's chosen Queen for company. These Male wits are but gross and sluggish; faith You'd see a delicate Comedy, if that A she wit might but Imp his Reign. I never knew But this one difference yet betwixt us and you: Your follies are more serious, your vanities Stronger, and thicker woven; and your Counsels About the razing of a Fort or City, Contrived as ours about a mess of spoon-meat; So that you laugh, and are laughed at again. We'll venture how he will, Foils, or bore points we care not. Truly, I think you have not yet been near your death. I begin To fear that he is mortal. Pray heaven we don't Discover they in your Manners. Can you show any tricks then? Can you Pierce your Tongue, Or cut your Throat, and yet live after it? Both; And truly these would please us far above Your Love-tricks. We do not use to grant such favours gratis A Muffler. It's something Trumpetlike; I would not trust my self with such and Instrument Methinks it's somewhat guilty Your Oath's not good in Law. Tell us, what wrong hath either of us done you, That you should seek thus to revenge your selves Help, help. Most worthy Sir, your Nobleness hath shown A mind beyond your fortune: though it be not Real as we could wish it, yet believe it You hold a perfect Royalty in the hearts Of those, whose honours you have now preserved. Consider next, No heated rage hath snatched a sacred Goblet From any Altar, to profane it with The streams of bold intemperance; no cries Of Virgins came unto your Ears; you've lived This while as safe, as if you had been guarded By the revengeful Thunder. All I think be safe.

Plot summary

Plot — The Royal Slave
Five Greeks are taken prisoner by the Persians after a war with Ephesus. According to a local custom, one of these slaves must be given royal power for three days, but then killed as an offering to the sun god. Cratander, who denies the efficacy of human sacrifice, is selected, and has his fellow captives released to serve him at court. Cratander takes his royal responsibilities seriously. The lords fear that he will use his power to harm the state, and offer him the sensual pleasures of kingship, but he refuses to be distracted. Atossa, the Queen, is impressed by his self-control, and gives him a chain, exciting the jealousy of her husband, King Arsamnes. The other Greeks, however, enjoy a bibulous, lascivious good time, and are only prevented from raping Atossa’s women by the chance arrival of Cratander. Fearing further attempts, the women of Sardis take refuge in the castle. Two members of the Ephesian army who are still at liberty take the risk of coming to see Cratander at the palace. They ask him to use his power to send the Persian army back to war, with the intention that they will be massacred by the forewarned Ephesians. Cratander conscientiously refuses, but asks the Ephesian army to rendezvous with him at the castle. His plan is to allow them to be defeated in battle, but have Atossa intervene with her husband to spare them and free Ephesus. The other Greeks plan to ambush Cratander in the woods, disguised as beggars; but he recognizes them and sends them back to prison. He then joins the women in the castle. Arsamnes engages the Ephesians in battle, defeats them, and then demands that Atossa give up Cratander for sacrifice. Cratander accepts the rule of law. Reconciled with Atossa, Arsamnes attempts to pardon Cratander, but the priests are insistent that he must die. At the ceremony, however, the sun is eclipsed and a shower of rain puts out the fire: recognizing Cratander’s virtue, the sun god has refused to accept the sacrifice. Cratander accepts Arsamnes’ offer to allow him to retain his royal power, and agrees to divide his time and abilities between the affairs of Persia and Ephesus.