Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.87 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Hold thy word Theseus, We are certainly both Traitors, both despisers Of thee, and of thy goodness: I am Palamon That cannot love thee, he that broke thy Prison, Think well, what that deserves; and this is Arcite A bolder Traitor never trod thy ground A Falser ne'er seemed friend: This is the man Was begged and banished, this is he contemns thee And what thou dar'st do; and in this disguise Against this own Edict follows thy Sister, That fortunate bright Star, the fair Emilia Whose servant, (if there be a right in seeing, And first bequeathing of the soul to) justly I am, and which is more, dares think her his. This treachery like a most trusty Lover, I called him now to answer; if thou be'st As thou art spoken, great and virtuous, The true decider of all injuries, Say, Fight again, and thou shalt see me Theseus Do such a justice, thou thyself wilt envy, Then take my life, I'll woo thee to't. O heaven, What more than man is this! I have sworn. We seek not Thy breath of mercy Theseus, 'tis to me A thing as soon to die, as thee to say it, And no more moved: where this man calls me Traitor, Let me say thus much; if in love be Treason, In service of so excellent a Beauty, As I love most, and in that faith will perish, As I have brought my life here to confirm it, As I have served her truest, worthiest, As I dare kill this cousin, that denies it, So let me be most Traitor, and ye please me: For scorning thy Edict Duke, ask that Lady Why she is fair, and why her eyes command me Stay here to love her; and if she say Traitor, I am a villain fit to lie unburied. Thou shalt have pity of us both, o Theseus, If unto neither thou show mercy, stop, (As thou art just) thy noble ear against us, As thou art valiant; for thy Cousin's soul Whose 12. strong labours crown his memory, Le's die together, at one instant Duke, Only a little let him fall before me, That I may tell my Soul he shall not have her. I grant your wish, for to say true, your Cosen Has ten times more offended, for I gave him More mercy than you found, Sir, your offences Being no more than his: None here speak for'em For ere the Sun set, both shall sleep for ever. Asas the pity, now or never Sister Speak not to be denied; That face of yours Will bear the curses else of after ages For these lost Cousins. In my face dear Sister I find no anger to 'em; nor no ruin, The misadventure of their own eyes kill'em; Yet that I will be woman, and have pity, My knees shall grow toth' ground but I'll get mercy. Help me dear Sister, in a deed so virtuous, The powers of all women will be with us, Most royal Brother.
nodes 1842–1905 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 48 in this edition
Length
510 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.865 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T15 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Hold thy word Theseus, We are certainly both Traitors, both despisers Of thee, and of thy goodnesse: I am Palamon That cannot love thee, he that broke thy Prison, Thinke well, what that deserves; and this is Arcite A bolder Traytor never trod thy ground A Falser neu'r seem'd friend: This is the man Was begd and banish'd, this is he contemnes thee And what thou dar'st doe; and in this disguise Against this owne Edict followes thy Sister, That fortunate bright Star, the faire Emilia Whose servant, (if there be a right in seeing, And first bequeathing of the soule to) justly I am, and which is more, dares thinke her his. This treacherie like a most trusty Lover, I call'd him now to answer; if thou bee'st As thou art spoken, great and vertuous, The true descider of all injuries, Say, Fight againe, and thou shalt see me Theseus Doe such a Iustice, thou thy selfe wilt envie, Then take my life, Ile wooe thee too't. O heaven, What more then man is this! I have sworne. We seeke not Thy breath of mercy Theseus, Tis to me A thing as soone to dye, as thee to say it, And no more mov'd: where this man calls me Traitor, Let me say thus much; if in love be Treason, In service of so excellent a Beutie, As I love most, and in that faith will perish, As I have brought my life here to confirme it, As I have serv'd her truest, worthiest, As I dare kill this Cos, that denies it, So let me be most Traitor, and ye please me: For scorning thy Edict Duke, aske that Lady Why she is faire, and why her eyes command me Stay here to love her; and if she say Traytor, I am a villaine fit to lye unburied. Thou shalt have pitty of us both, o Theseus, If unto neither thou shew mercy, stop, (As thou art just) thy noble eare against us, As thou art valiant; for thy Cosens soule Whose 12. strong labours crowne his memory, Lets die together, at one instant Duke, Onely a little let him fall before me, That I may tell my Soule he shall not have her. I grant your wish, for to say true, your Cosen Has ten times more offended, for I gave him More mercy then you found, Sir, your offenses Being no more then his: None here speake for'em For ere the Sun set, both shall sleepe for ever. Asas the pitty, now or never Sister Speake not to be denide; That face of yours Will beare the curses else of after ages For these lost Cosens. In my face deare Sister I finde no anger to 'em; nor no ruyn, The misad venture of their owne eyes kill'em; Yet that I will be woman, and have pitty, My knees shall grow to'th ground but Ile get mercie. Helpe me deare Sister, in a deede so vertuous, The powers of all women will be with us, Moft royall Brother.