Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.85 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
He shall never be but a Unicorn. madam, however I appear in my wildness, I shall continue to your Ladyship in my first desires. So with this tribute of my devotion. I would first kiss your hand. My lip being too unworthy. I take my leave madam. Farewell Mistress Tongall. Son, school your Sister. Come with me Wife. Sister, I can but wonder much, that you Should make yourself the object of their Courtship, Who bear perhaps but th' empty names of Gentlemen, Without the real fullness. What mean you (Brother) by this introduction? Sister, to take the privilege of discretion, And school your ignorant courtesy, that upon The shadows and appearances of Men Confer your favours. Brother, you may pretend your love In this distrust; but 'tis an ill expression. Think not my judgement subject to such weakness, That I can build a faith on Compliments, Or (with rash passion) run into an error. Nothing but known desert shall tie my thoughts To a staid liking, if I may distinguish it. And when my choice is fixed, it shall be such As your fraternal love must not dispute. Sister, my counsel's mild. Nor would I have you violent in defence Of a suspected folly. Guilt is aptest To make excuse. But if your resolution Be bent thus wilfully to persist in actions Of feared dishonour, be assured my Spirit Shall rage with such an anger, plays ne'er painted. Dishonour Brother, I have a spirit too, That scorns as much an Act of foul dishonour, As you, or any Masculine pretender To noble Virtues. Guilt is aptest still To be suspicious. If a maid be free In her discourse, and courteous entertainment, She straight is censured. But let a man appear Stuck full of apish Courtship; light, inconstant, As talkative as parrots, that are taught A voices imitation; one that courts Every tamed beauty with a seeming zeal; As if his soul's devotion were restrained Only to her Divinity; this man's called A well-bred complemental Gentleman. Men's greatest follies, if compared with ours, Are virtues, fit for our imitation. Sister, your satire smarts not: The lashes reach not me. They are but suppositions Brother. And pray suppose the Gentleman that seemed To court my beauty, were indeed a man, Not guilded imperfections; one whose words Were full of weighty judgement, not mere sound; Whose real virtues did beget an envy, Perhaps an emulation in all others; And from the freedom of his richer mind He gave himself and them to be my servants; What gratitude in me might equal this? I know you are free. And rather than a complemental servant Should be discouraged in his serious wantonness, You'll give it countenance to make him bold In's amorous pursuit; perhaps to th' impudence Of a lascivious charge upon your modesty; Because you scorn ingratitude.
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474 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.848 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
He shall neuer be but a Vnicorne. Madame, however I appeare in my wildnesse, I shall continue to your Ladiship in my first desires. So with this tribute of my devotion. I would first kisse your hand. My lip being too unworthy. I take my leave Madame. Farewell Mistris Tongall. Son, schoole your Sister. Come with me Wife. Sister, I can but wonder much, that you Should make your selfe the object of their Courtship, Who beare perhaps but th' empty names of Gentlemen, Without the reall fulnesse. What meane you (Brother) by this introduction? Sister, to take the priviledge of discretion, And schoole your ignorant courtesie, that upon The shadowes and appearances of Men Confer your favours. Brother, you may pretend your love In this distrust; but 'tis an ill expression. Thinke not my judgement subject to such weaknesse, That I can build a faith on Complements, Or (with rash passion) run into an error. Nothing but knowne desert shall tye my thoughts To a staid liking, if I may distinguish it. And when my choice is fixt, it shall be such As your fraternall love must not dispute. Sister, my counsel's milde. Nor would I have you violent in defence Of a suspected folly. Guilt is aptest To make excuse. But if your resolution Be bent thus wilfully to persist in actions Of fear'd dishonour, be assur'd my Spirit Shall rage with such an anger, playes ne're painted. Dishonour Brother, I have a spirit too, That scornes as much an Act of foule dishonour, As you, or any Masculine pretender To noble Vertues. Guilt is aptest still To be suspitious. If a maid be free In her discourse, and courteous entertainment, She straight is censur'd. But let a man appeare Stuck ful of apish Courtship; light, inconstant, As talkative as Parrats, that are taught A voyces imitation; one that courts Every tam'd beauty with a seeming zeale; As if his soules devotion were restrain'd Onely to her Divinitie; this man's call'd A well-bred complementall Gentleman. Mens greatest follies, if compar'd with ours, Are vertues, fit for our imitation. Sister, your Satyr smart's not: The lashes reach not me. They are but suppositions Brother. And pray suppose the Gentleman that seem'd To court my beauty, were indeed a man, Not guilded imperfections; one whose words Were full of weighty judgement, not mere sound; Whose reall vertues did beget an envie, Perhaps an emulation in all others; And from the freedome of his richer minde He gave himselfe and them to be my servants; What gratitude in me might equall this? I know you are free. And rather then a complementall servant Should be discourag'd in his serious wantonnesse, You'l give it countenance to make him bold In's amorous pursuit; perhaps to th' impudence Of a lascivious charge upon your modestie; Because you scorne ingratitude.