Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Jun 24] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T46 Swords, quarrels and valour typicality 0.76 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
And because. Thou didst enjoin me silence, from henceforth I'll practise talk to weary all thy sex. I will be all, the everlasting talker, And rail upon all women, till I have worn My tongue toth' root, I'll study presently A satire that shall eat thee through the bones, And send thee first to an Hospital. I see I am a fool, a melancholy Suspicious fool, and all my plots are nothing. Let's follow, and either make him mad outright, Or bring it to a cure, your part's not done yet. This will undo me, now must I to Prison. What dost thou think they mean Oldrat? I think? I hope they mean well. And lovingly, and let us like honest servants Into the cellar and pray for'em. A match. Then nothing will prevail but we must fight? And no place more convenient, draw sir Walter, And Captain, now indifferent friend to both, For I have no suspicion thou canst slain thyself by partiality, witness with The heart I bring, I have no thought so black, As murder, or revenge, but to preserve My honour, which no balm can cure, if once But the suspect of coward fall upon it. I am not so unjust my Lord to doubt your courage. you have given proof my Lord abroad, That you dare fight. Though I affect no glory From actions of this nature, yet the World At home must be convinced, our fame is lost else: Had Peregrine been coward, or not known For valour, I had run less hazard of My fame, by being silent, but as I am Beneath him in opinion, a young man Circled with expectation of something, That must declare me worthy of a name, And love of men, I must attempt this danger: But let me tell thee this, which perhaps may Render thy sword more fatal to me, I Did love thy Lady with a sinful purpose, Pursued ever persecuted her chaste soul, To satisfy my wantonness, but found An innocence so rich in her, as may Alone excuse the ill of all her sex, Nor has the goodness only the effect To preserve her, but it returned my eyes With so much shame upon myself, that I Threw off my lust, and doted on her virtue, Heaven shut his mercy up if I dissemble, This injust obligation to cherish, I did reward with trifles, which perhaps Gave fuel to your jealousy, but know I have designed a larger recompense, Which your sword may confirm to her in few minutes, For if I chance fall by it, she is declared The heir to my estate, and she deserves it, Which she'll employ no question to assure Your peace, and pardon for my death, come on, sir. I am more lost than ever, let my wonder Be past, or you will fight against a man Whose soul's a great way off. Didst hear this Captain?
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Length
490 words · 610 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T46 — Swords, quarrels and valourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.760 (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)
And because. Thou didst injoyne me silence, from henceforth I'le practise talke to weary all thy sex. I will be all, the everlasting talker, And raile upon all women, till I have worne My tongue to`th roote, I'le study presently A satyre that shall eate thee through the bones, And send thee first to an Hospitall. I see I am a foole, a melancholy Suspitious foole, and all my plotts are nothing. Lett's follow, and eyther make him mad outright, Or bring it to a cure, your part's not done yet. This will undoe me, now must I to Prison. What dost thou thinke they meane Oldrat? I thinke? I hope they meane well. And lovingly, and let us like honest servants Into the sellar and pray for'em. A match. Then nothing will prevaile but we must fight? And no place more convenient, draw sir Walter, And Captaine, now indifferent friend to both, For I have no suspition thou canst slaine Thy selfe by partiality, witnes with The hart I bring, I have no thought so blacke, As murder, or revenge, but to preserue My honor, which no balme can cure, if once But the suspect of coward fall upon it. I am not so unjust my Lord to doubt your courage. you have given proofe my Lord abroad, That you dare fight. Though I affect no glory From actions of this nature, yet the World At home must be convinc'd, our fame is lost else: Had Peregrine beene coward, or not knowne For valour, I had runne lesse hazard of My fame, by being silent, but as I am Beneath him in opinion, a yong man Circled with expectation of something, That must declare mee worthy of a name, And love of men, I must attempt this danger: But let me tell thee this, which perhaps may Render thy sword more fatall to mee, I Did love thy Lady with a sinfull purpose, Persued ever persecuted her chast soule, To satisfie my wantonnesse, but found An innocence so rich in her, as may Alone excuse the ill of all her sex, Nor has the goodnesse only the effect To preserue her, but it return'd my eyes With so much shame upon my selfe, that I Threw off my lust, and doted on her virtue, Heaven shut his mercy up if I dissemble, This injust obligation to cherish, I did reward with trifles, which perhaps Gave fewell to your jealousie, but know I have design'd a larger recompence, Which your sword may confirme to her in few minuts, For if I chaunce fall by it, shee is declar'd The heire to my estate, and she deserues it, Which sheele employ no question to assure Your peace, and pardon for my death, come on, sir. I am more lost then ever, let my wonder Be past, or you will fight against a man Whose soul's a great way off. Didst heare this Captaine?