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 0.83 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Sir by our tie of Marriage. By your own spotless honour. By that faith, That fair hand, and that honest heart you gave me. By that you would have pity in another, By your own virtues infinite. By valour, By all the chaste nights I have ever pleased you. These are strange Conjure. Nay then I ioin in too: By all our friendship Sir, by all our dangers, By all you love most, wars; and this sweet Lady. By that you would have trembled to deny A blushing Maid. By your own eyes: By strength In which you swore I went beyond all women, Almost all men, and yet I yielded Theseus. To crown all this; By your most noble soul Which cannot want due mercy, I beg first. Next hear my prayers. Last let me entreat Sir. For mercy. Mercy. Mercy on these Princes. Ye make my faith reel: Say I felt Compassion to'em both, how would you place it? Upon their lives: But with their banishments. You are a right woman Sister; you have pity, But want the understanding where to use it. If you desire their lives, invent a way Safer than banishment: Can these two live And have the agony of love about 'em, And not kill one another? Every day They'd fight about you; hourly bring your honour In public question with their Swords; Be wise then And here forget 'em; it concerns your credit, And my oath equally: I have said they die, Better they fall byth' law, than one another. Bow not my honour. O my noble Brother, That oath was rashly made, and in your anger, Your reason will not hold it, if such vows Stand for express will, all the world must perish. Beside, I have another oath, 'gainst yours Of more authority, I am sure more love, Not made in passion neither, but good heed. What is it Sister? Urge it home brave Lady. That you would ne'er deny me any thing Fit for my modest suit, and your free granting: I tie you to your word now, if ye fall in't, Think how you maim your honour; (For now I am set a begging Sir, I am deaf To all but your compassion) how their lives Might breed the ruin of my name; Opinion, Shall any thing that loves me perish for me? That were a cruel wisdom, do men prune The straight young Bows that blush with thousand Blossoms Because they may be rotten? O Duke Theseus The goodly Mothers that have groaned for these, And all the longing Maids that ever loved, If your vow stand, shall curse me and my Beauty, And in their funeral songs, for these two Cousins Despise my cruelty, and cry woe worth me, Till I am nothing but the scorn of women; For heaven's sake save their lives, and banish 'em. On what conditions?
nodes 1906–1971 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 48 in this edition
Length
483 words · 612 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.827 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Sir by our tye of Marriage. By your owne spotlesse honour. By that faith, That faire hand, and that honest heart you gave me. By that you would have pitty in another, By your owne vertues infiite. By valour, By all the chaste nights I have ever pleasd you. These are strange Conjurings. Nay then Io in too: By all our friendship Sir, by all our dangers, By all you love most, warres; and this sweet Lady. By that you would have trembled to deny A blushing Maide. By your owne eyes: By strength In which you swore I went beyond all women, Almost all men, and yet I yeelded Theseus. To crowne all this; By your most noble soule Which cannot want due mercie, I beg first. Next heare my prayers. Last let me intreate Sir. For mercy. Mercy. Mercy on these Princes. Ye make my faith reelc: Say I felt Compssion to'em both, how would you place it? Vpon their lives: But with their banishments. You are a right woman Sister; you have pitty, Bt want the vnderstanding where to use it. If you desire their lives, invent a way Safer then banishment: Can these two live And hav the agony of love about 'em, And not kill one another? Every day The'yld fight about yov; howrely bring your honour In publique question with their Swords; Be wise then And here forget 'em; it concernes your credit, And my oth equally: I have said they die, Better they fall by'th law, then one another. Bow not my honor. O my noble Brother, That oth was rashly made, and in your anger, Your reason will not hold it, if such vowes Stand for expresse will, all the world must perish. Beside, I have another oth, gainst yours Of more authority, I am sure more love, Not made in passion neither, but good heede. What is it Sister? Vrge it home brave Lady. That you would nev'r deny me any thing Fit for my modest suit, and your free granting: I tye you to your word now, if ye fall in't, Thinke how you maime your honour; (For now I am set a begging Sir, I am deafe To all but your compassion) how their lives Might breed the ruine of my name; Opinion, Shall any thing that loves me perish for me? That were a cruell wisedome, doe men proyne The straight yong Bowes that blush with thousand Blossom Because they may be rotten? O Duke Theseus The goodly Mothers that have groand for these, And all the longing Maides that ever lov'd, If your vow stand, shall curse me and my Beauty, And in their funerall songs, for these two Cosens Despise my crueltie, and cry woe worth me, Till I am nothing but the scorne of women; For heavens sake save their lives, and banish 'em. On what conditions?