Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T46 Swords, quarrels and valour typicality 0.85 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
I shall think either Well done, a noble recompense. Then I shall quit you. Defy me in these fair terms, and you show More than a Mistress to me, no more anger As you love any thing that's honourable; We were not bred to talk man, when we are armed And both upon our guards, then let our fury Like meeting of two tides, fly strongly from us, And then to whom the birthright of this Beauty Truly pertains (without obbraiding, scorns, Dispisings of our persons, and such poutings Fitter for Girls and Schooleboyes) will be seen And quickly, yours, or mine: wilt please you arm Sir, Or if you feel yourself not fitting yet And furnished with your old strength, i'll stay Cosen And every day discourse you into health, As I am spared, your person I am friends with, And I could wish I had not said I loved her Though I had died; But loving such a Lady And justifying my Love, I must not fly from't. Arcite, thou art so brave an enemy That no man but thy cousin's fit to kill thee, I am well, and lusty, choose your Arms. Choose you Sir: Wilt thou exceed in all, or dost thou do it To make me spare thee? If you think so Cosen, You are deceived, for as I am a Soldier. I will not spare you. That's well said. You'll find it Then as I am an honest man and love, With all the justice of affection I'll pay thee soundly: This i'll take. That's mine then, I'll arm you first. Do: pray thee tell me Cosen, Where got'st thou this good Armour. 'tis the Duke's, And to say true, I stole it; do I pinch you. Noe. Is't not too heavy? I have worn a lighter, But I shall make it serve. I'll buckled close. By any means. You care not for a Grand guard? No, no, we'll use no horses, I perceive You would fain be at that Fight. I am indifferent. Faith so am I: good Cosen, thrust the buckle Through far enough. I warrant you. My Cask now. Will you fight bare-armd? We shall be the nimbler. But use your Gauntlets though; those are o'th' least, Prithee take mine good Cosen. Thank you Arcite. How do I look, am I fall'n much away? Faith very little; love has used you kindly. I'll warrant thee, I'll strike home. Do, and spare not; I'll give you cause sweet cousin. Now to you Sir, Me thinkes this armour's very like that, Arcite, Thou worest that day the 3. King's fell, but lighter. That was a very good one, and that day I well remember, you outdid me Cosen, I never saw such valour: when you charged Upon the left wing of the Enemy, I spurred hard to come up, and under me I had a right good horse. You had indeed A bright Bay I remember.
nodes 1694–1769 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 48 in this edition
Length
493 words · 666 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T46 — Swords, quarrels and valourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.849 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 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 shall thinke either Well done, a noble recompence. Then I shall quit you. Defy me in these faire termes, and you show More then a Mistris to me, no more anger As you love any thing that's honourable; We were not bred to talke man, when we are arm'd And both upon our guards, then let our fury Like meeting of two tides, fly strongly from us, And then to whom the birthright of this Beauty Truely pertaines (without obbraidings, scornes, Dispisings of our persons, and such powting Fitter for Girles and Schooleboyes) will be seene And quickly, yous, or mine: wilt please you arme Sir, Or if you feele your selfe not sitting yet And furnishd with your old strength, ile stay Cosen And ev'ry day discourse you into health, As I am spard, your person I am friends with, And I could wish I had not saide I lov'd her Though I had dide; But loving such a Lady And justifying my Love, I must not fly from't. Arcite, thou art so brave an enemy That no man but thy Cosen's fit to kill thee, I am well, and lusty, choose your Armes. Choose you Sir: Wilt thou exceede in all, or do'st thou doe it To make me pare thee? If you thinke so Cosen, You are deceived, for as I am a Soldier. I will not spare you. That's well said. You'l finde it Then as I am an honest man and love, With all the justice of affection Ile pay thee soundly: This ile take. That's mine then, Ile are you first. Do: pray thee tell me Cosen, Where gotst thou this good Armour. Tis the Dukes, And to say true, I stole it; doe I pinch you. Noe. Is't not too heavie? I have worne a lighter, But I shall make it serve. Ile buckl't close. By any meanes. You care not for a Grand guard? No, no, wee'l use no horses, I perceave You would faine be at that Fight. I am indifferent. Faith so am I: good Cosen, thrust the buckle Through far enough. I warrant you. My Caske now. Will you fight bare-armd? We shall be the nibler. But use your Gauntlets though; those are o'th least, Prethee take mine good Cosen. Thanke you Arcite. How doe I looke, am I falne much away? Faith very little; love has usd you kindly. Ile warrant thee, Ile strike home. Doe, and spare not; Ile give you cause sweet osen. Now to you Sir, Me thinkes this Armo'rs very like that, , Thou wor'st that day the 3. Kings fell, but lighter. That was a very good one, and that day I well remember, you out did me Cosen, I never saw such valour: when you chargd Vpon the left wing of the Enemie, I spurd hard to come up, and under me I had a right good horse. You had indeede A bright Bay I remember.