Shirley, James · published 1635 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, May 4] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.84 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
A trial; no It showed too like a truth My tears entreat Your silence You have Power to command it, dry your eyes then, he's returned. How now, Weeping? where is Pisano, and his friends? Their gon sir. Ha! Guess by my eyes, you may Something of sorrow hath befallen, no sooner You were departed, cut some strange distemper Invaded him, we might discern a change In's countenance, and though we prayed him to Repose with us, he would straight back again, So with Frederico, And signior Cosmo, he returned. The alteration was strange and sudden. 'las noble gentleman— but come clear up Your face again, we hope it won't last, Look bright again I say, I ha' given order— My Lord the Dukes already come. Remove, Good Amidea, and reserve thy person To Crown his entertainment, be not seen yet. Sciarrah, we are come to be your guest. Your highness doth an honour to our house. But where's thy Sister, she must bid us welcome She is your grace's handmaid, For this night, Let the whole world conspire to our delight. Lorenzo— Sir be confident— and perish. You should not rashly give away your heart, Nor must you without me dispose yourself, Pray give access to none— yet if Pisano inquire, direct him to the garden, Cosmo Is young, and promising, but while Lorenzo Lives must expect no sunshine. There's for thy pains, They are now at opportunity My Lord, Do you prepare the Mother, and let me close With Oriana. What service can reward thee? Take occasion To leave us private, this hour be Propitious, win but the Matron to you. She is prepared already Lose no time Take the other walk. My dear Cosmo: My best Oriana. You have been too much absent I must chide you You cannot sweet, I would I knew which way. To make thee angry, yes, that I might see How well it would become thee, I do fear Thou art some Angel, and that sin would be An argument, to me, that thou wert mortal I must suspect thy too much goodness else, And leave thee for the fellowship of Saints, I am to wicked. You will make me angry. But you will love me still, I fear. D''ee fear it? is't a misfortune? What? My love Your anger, And yet the tother often times may carry An evil with it, we may love to well And that's a fault Not where the objects good. Oyes: Always beware of the extremes. What mean you? I affect none but my Cosmo, Nor him with too much flame. If you should Lady, 'twere Not nobly done. To love another? Yes, If there be cause, that may be called a virtue: For what have I to engross the affection Of any Lady, if she can discern A greater merit in some other man: Wisdom forbid, but she command her smiles, To warm and cherish him.
nodes 749–836 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 38 in this edition
Length
491 words · 640 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.845 (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)
A tryall; no It shewd too like a truth My teares intreate Your silence You have Power to command it, dry your eyes then, Hee's return'd. How now, Weeping? where is Pisano, and his friends? Their gon sir. Ha! Guesse by my eyes, you may Somthing of sorrow hath befalne, no sooner You were beparted, cut some strange distemper Iuvaded him, wee might discerne a change In's countenance, and though wee prayd him to Repose with us, hee would straight back agen, So with Frederico, And signior Cosmo, he returnd. The alteration was strange and suddaine. Las noble gentleman—but come cleere up Your face agen, wee hope it wonot last, Looke bright agen I say, I ha given order— My Lord the Dukes already come. Remoue, Good Amidea, and reserve thy person To Crowne his entertainement, be not seene yet. Sciarrah, we are come to be your guest. Your highnes doth an honor to our house. But wher's thy Sister, she must bid us welcome She is your graces handmaid, For this night, Let the whole world conspire to our delight. Lorenzo— Sir bee confident—and perish. You shu'd not rashly give away your heart, Nor must you without me dispose your selfe, Pray give accesse to none—yet if Pisano Enquire, direct him to the garden, Cosmo Is young, and promising, but while Lorenzo Lives must expect no sun-shine. Theres for thy paynes, They are now at opportunity My Lord, Doe you prepare the Mother, and let m lose With Oriana. What service can reward thee? Take occasion To leave us private, this houre be Propitious, winne but the Matron to you. She is prepard already Loose no time Take the other walke. My deare Cosmo: My best Oriana. You have bin too much absent I must chide you You cannot sweet, I would I knew which way. To make thee angry, yes, that I might see How well it would become thee, I doe feare Thou art some Angell, and that sinne would bee An argument, to mee, that thou wert mortall I must suspect thy too much goodnesse else, And leave thee for the fellowship of Saints, I am to wicked. You will make mee angry. But you will love mee still, I feare. D'ee feare it? I'st a misfortune? What? My love Your anger, And yet the tother often times may carrie An evill with it, wee may love to well And thats a fault Not where the objects good. Oyes: Alwayes beware of the extreames. What meane you? I affect none but my Cosmo, Nor him with too much flame. If you should Lady, 'twere Not nobly done. To love another? Yes, If there be cause, that may be call'd a vertue: For what have I to ingrosse the affection Of any Lady, if she can discerne A greater merit in some other man: Wisedome forbid, but she command her smiles, To warme and cherish him.