Nabbes, Thomas · published 1638 · first performed or written 1633 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.88 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Your speech, Sir, Savours of strange severity. My honour Is that part of myself, without which The man that's in me can have no subsisting. Honour's the greatest of exterior goods, And must be still pursued as the reward Due unto virtue, through the greatest dangers. Yet fortitude is not the appetite Of formidable things, nor inconsult Rashness; but virtue fighting for a truth; Derived from knowledge of distinguishing Good or bad causes. Think me not a Coward Because I am not rash: nor through defect O better counsell, doe not resist the force Of will or passion; howsoe'er your jealousy Proceeding from our better thoughts infection Hath been a provocation. And perhaps The love I bear your Sister, will appear Your chiefest safety. In an attempt of right I have more safety here then your presences Can arm me with But if you love my Sister, It must be honourable and not wanton: She will finde Champis eise. I must be honourable! Those words include a doubt works strangely in me. Love must not wrack my reputation. Sir, I begin to scan the circumstance, And construe your intention. You would try me: But your temptations have been too abusive. And now my resolution is prepared To do my credit justice. You will not fight with me that am her Brother? There's Magic in those words. I do presume my Sister will reward you For these expressions. She is free to pay Her servants promised wages; be it kisses, Or any other dalliance. What a profane breath from his black mouth flies, Would poison all the idolatrous religions That e'er awed wicked mortals. He is not sure her brother, but some impostor, That only counterfeits his worthier person, I could be patient at the lie, or Coward, Or any thing that can make passion violent. But her bright honour stain's a cause of justice To arm a Nation. Draw, if thouart a man; And with the plea of valour, (if thoust any) Defend thy errors: Draw thy sword. Not against him that loves my Sister. Is my just anger mocked! love made ridiculous! Draw; lest I make myself an Executioner. And do an act of justice on thy guilt. Never against your bosom, where a spirit So truly noble dwells, that hath converted All my feigned jealousies to useful love. I am confounded to amazement. Pray reconcile all your distractions. Let not the least distrust abuse your confidence Of what I undertake. My Sister's yours, If the advice of me that am her Brother, And interested in her good or ill, Can be prevailing. Then requesting Sir, That you'll presume no more upon the privilege Of that pure love I bear your virtuous Sister T' admit a jealousy of any action, Or thought of mine which tends not unto nobleness, Next unto her my bosom holds you dear, And shall do ever.
nodes 843–912 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 35 in this edition
Length
482 words · 613 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.878 (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)
Your speech, Sir, Savours of strange severity. My honour Is that part of my selfe, without which The man that's in me can have no subsisting. Honour's the greatest of exteriour goods, And must be still pursu'd as the reward Due unto vertue, through the greatest dangers. Yet fortitude is not the appetite Of formidable things, nor inconsult Rashnes; but vertue fighting for a truth; Deriv'd from knowledge of distinguishing Good or bad causes. Thinke me not a Coward Because I am not rash: nor through defect O better counsell, doe not resist the force Of will or passion; how soe're your jealousie Proceeding from our better thoughts infection Hath beene a provocation. And perhaps The love I beare your Sister, will appeare Your chiefest safety. In an attempt of right I have more safetie heere then your prences Can arme m with But if you love my Sister, It must be honourable and not wanton: She will finde Champis eise. I must be honourable! Those words include a doubt works strangely in me. Love must not wrack my reputation. Sir, I begin to scan the circumstance, And conster your intention. You would trie me: Bu your temptations have beene too abusive. And now my resolution is prepar'd To doe my credit justice. You will not fight with me that am her Brother? There's Magick in those words. I doe presume my Sister will reward you For these expressions. She is free to pay Her servants promis'd wages; be it kisses, Or any other dalliance. What a prophane breath from his blacke mouth flies, Would poison all the idolatrous religions That e're aw'd wicked mortalls. He is not sure her brother, but some impostor, That onely counterfeit's his worthier person, I could be patient at the lye, or Coward, Or any thing that can make passion violent. But her bright honour staind's a cause of justice To arme a Nation. Draw, if th'art a man; And with the plea of valour, (if th'ast any) Defend thy errours: Draw thy sword. Not against him that loves my Sister. Is my just anger mock't! love made ridiculous! Draw; lest I make my selfe an Executioner. And doe an act of justice on thy guilt. Never against your bosome, where a spirit So truely noble dwel's, that hath converted All my faign'd jealousies to usefull love. I am confounded to amazement. Pray reconcile all your distractions. Let not the least distrust abuse your confidence Of what I undertake. My Sister's yours, If the advise of me that am her Brother, And interested in her good or ill, Can be prevailing. Then requesting Sir, That you'l presume no more upon the priviledge Of that pure love I beare your vertuous Sister T' admit a jealousie of any action, Or thought of mine which tends not unto noblenesse, Next unto her my bosome holds you deare, And shall doe ever.