Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1638 (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?) · Salisbury Court T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.84 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Can my ills Grow to a greater height? my honour's danger Runs equal with my persons. He hath courted Almost beyond resistance, (had not goodness Preserved me white) to sully me with lust; And failing offered marriage. Can a Brother Construe this place, disguise, and company Less than a lapse from virtue in a Sister, Who laboured more to be good really, Then ever hypocrite did to appear so. I must not trust. Besides, mine eye hath seen An object that delights it; and desire Begins to burn my bosom with new flames I yet ne'er felt. 'Tis an ambitious love, And must be checked. Why? sure my Birth's more noble: My spirit argues it, which never yet Harboured a common thought; but all above The lowness of my fortune. How now Mistress? Distressed beyond recovery. 'Twas my brother; Whose eye no sooner found me, but his looks Expressed a troubled soul: but when he heard My tongue deny myself; what passions then Possessed him, may be thought. Is he your Brother? Fear not to be discovered: I have plots To circumvent him, and prepare his temper For mild impressions. Prithee Friend show us a private room. With convenience Mistress. For a retirement. This way Mistress. I smell the reward of a knave's office: howsoever sin thrives by wickedness. Frothfilled Cans and over-reckonings will hardly raise a stock to set up with. Now will I inform the Gallants. Pray sir, forbear. Is this a place to make one's husband a Cuckold in? Let not such weak excuses rob my hopes Of that delight, for whose enjoying Danger and all that weakness can be frighted with— Pray sir, talk not to me of weakness. The servants of the house will suspect us presently. Be expeditious then, we lose that time Might make the pleasure fruitful. Indeed sir I durst e'en venture to make him cuckold, might I be sure you would get a boy. That's doubtless, sweet. And shall he be like the father? As ever Citizens son was. I mean my husband. I am a Courtier. Kind sir, you even deserve it for your policy. But I am so afraid. Mischief on these delays. Sweetheart, Wife. Ay me. Vexation racks me. Prevented at the point of such a happiness! Come Chuck and hold my head. Pray sir, hide yourself: Where? Happily, here's an empty tub. My head aches Wife; where art chicken? Here husband. You must press upon women's retirement. Oh my stomach; 'tis very sick. Empty it in the fields then; let not the servants take notice you are such a sloven. Why not in that rub? Fie beast: defile a necessary implement of housewifry? This 'tis to drink healths to Cuckolds. You might have been one yourself, were not I the honester woman; which is more than many of your neighbours can say for themselves. where's Mr. Stitchwell? Fie, give out man, and steal away. Oh gentlemen my head, my head; oh gentlemen.
Prince Charles's Men (second) (?); King's Revels Company (?)
Theater
Salisbury Court;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1077 · TCP A07978 · DEEP 899
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 849–912 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 33 in this edition
Length
495 words · 676 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.843 (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)
Can my ills Grow to a greater heighth? my honours danger Runs equall with my persons. He hath courted Almost beyond resistance, (had not goodnesse Preserv'd me white) to ully me with lust; And failing offer'd marriage. Can a Brother Conster this place, disguise, and company Lesse then a lapse from vertue in a Sister, Who labour'd more to be good really, Then ever hypocrite did to appeare so. I must not trust. Besides, mine eye hath seene An object that delights it; and desire Begins to burne my bosome with new flames I yet ne're felt. 'Tis an ambitious love, And must be check't. Why? sure my Birth's more noble: My spirit argues it, which never yet Harbour'd a common thought; but all above The lownesse of my fortune. How now Mistris? Distrest beyond recovery. 'Twas my brother; Whose eye no sooner found me, but his lookes Exprest a troubled soule: but when he heard My tongue deny my selfe; what passions then Possest him, may be thought. Is he your Brother? Feare not to be discover'd: I have plots To circumvent him, and prepare his temper For mild impressions. Prethee Friend shew us a private roome. With convenience Mistris. For a retirement. This way Mistris. I smell the reward of a knaves office: howsoever sinne thrives by wickednesse. Frothfill'd Cans and over-reckonings will hardly raise a stock to set up with. Now will I informe the Gallants. Pray sir, forbeare. Is this a place to make ones husband a Cuckold in? Let not such weake excuses rob my hopes Of that delight, for whose enjoying Danger and all that weaknesse can be frighted with— Pray sir, talke not to me of weaknesse. The servants of the house will suspect us presently. Be expeditious then, we lose that time Might make the pleasure fruitfull. Indeed sir I durst ee'n venture to make him cuchold, might I be sure you would get a boy. That's doubtles, sweet. And shall he be like the father? As ever Citizens sonne was. I meane my husband. I am a Courtier. Kind sir, you even deserve it for your policie. But I am so affraid. Mischiefe on these delayes. Sweet-heart, Wife. Ay me. Vexation racks me. Prevented at the point of such a happinesse! Come Chuck and hold my head. Pray sir, hide your selfe: Where? Happily, here's an empty tub. My head akes Wife; where art chicken? Here husband. You must presse upon womens retirement. Oh my stomacke; 'tis very sick. Emptie it in the fields then; let not the servants take notice you are such a sloven. Why not in that rub? Fie beast: defile a necessary implement of house-wifry? This 'tis to drink healths to Cuckolds. You might have beene one your selfe, were not I the honester woman; which is more then many of your neighbours can say for themselves. Whet's Mr. Stitchwll? Fie, give out man, and steale away. Oh gentlemen my head, my head; oh gentlemen.