Monsieur Thomas (Father's Own Son) · chunk 5 of 42
Fletcher, John · published 1639 · first performed or written 1615 [1610-c.1616] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Blackfriars T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.83 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
He did ill in it As he does all: for I was uttering A handsome speech or two, I have been studying E'er since I came from Paris: how glad to see thee? I am gladder to see you, with more love too I dare maintain it, than my father's sorry To see (as he supposes) your conversion: And I am sure he is vexed, nay more I know it, He has prayed against it mainly: but it appears sir Ye had rather blind him with that poor opinion, Then in yourself correct it, dearest brother, Since there is in our uniform resemblance, No more to make us two, but our bare sexes: And since one happy birth produced us hither, Let one more happy mind. It shallbe sister, For I can do it when I list: and yet wench Be mad too when I please: I have the trick on't. Beware a traveller. Leave that trick too, Not for the world: but where's my Mistress And prithee say how does she? I melt to see her, And presently: I must a way. Then do so. For o' my faith she will not see your brother. Not see me? I'll. Now you play your true self; How would my father love this! I'll assure ye She will not see you: she has heard, (and loudly) The gambols that you played since your departure, In every Town ye came, your several mischiefs. Your rouses, and your wenches: all your quarrels, And the no causes of 'em: these I take it Although she love ye well, to modest ears, To one that waited for your reformation, To which end travel was propounded by her Uncle, Must needs, and reason for it, be examined, And by her modesty, and feared too light too To file with her affections: ye have lost her For any thing I see, exiled yourself. No more of that sweet Doll, I will be civil. But how long? Wouldst thou have me lose my birthright? For yond old thing will disinherit me If I grow too demure: good sweet Doll, prithee: Prithee dear sister, let me see her. No. Nay, I beseech thee: by this light. I: swagger. Kiss me, and be my friend, we two were twins. And shall we now grow strangers? 'Tis not my fault, Well, there be other women, and remember You, you were the cause of this: there be more lands too, And better people in 'em: far ye well, And other loves: what shall become of me And of my vanities, because they grieve ye. Come hither, come, do you see that cloud that flies there? So light are you, and blown with every fancy: Will ye but make me hope ye may be civil? I know your nature's sweet enough, and tender, Not grated on, nor curbed: do you love your Mistress? He lies, that says I do not. Would ye see her?
nodes 276–339 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 5 of 42 in this edition
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491 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.835 (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
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He did ill in it As he dos all: for I was uttering A handſome ſpeech or two, I have been ſtudying Ere ſince I came from Paris: how glad to ſee thee? I am gladder to ſee you, with more love too I dare maintaine it, then my fathers ſorry To ſee (as he ſuppoſes) your converſion: And I am ſure he is vext, nay more I know it, He has prai'd againſt it mainely: but it appeares ſir Ye had rather blinde him with that poore opinion, Then in your ſelfe correct it, deereſt brother, Since there is in our uniforme reſemblance, No more to make us two, but our bare ſexes: And ſince one happy birth produced us hither, Let one more happy minde. Ir ſhallbe ſiſter, For I can doe it when I liſt: ad yet wench Be mad too when I pleaſe: I have the trick on't. Beware a traveller. Leave that trick too, Not for the world: but wher's my Miſtreſſe And prethee ſay how do's ſhe? I melt to ſee her, And preſently: I muſt a way. Then doe ſo. For o' my fath ſhe will not ſee your brother. Not ſee me? I'le. Now you play your true ſelf; How would my father love this! I'le aſſure ye She will not ſee you: ſhe has heard, (and lowdly) The gambolls that you plaid ſince your departure, In every Towne ye came, your ſeverall miſcheifes. Your rowſes, and your wenches: all your quarrells, And the no cauſes of 'em: theſe I take it Although ſhe love ye well, to modeſt eares, To one that waited for your reformation, To which end travell was propounded by her Vncle, Muſt needs, and reaſon for it, be examined, And by her modeſty, and fear'd too light too To fyle with her affections: ye have loſt her For any thing I ſee, exil'd your ſelfe. No more of that ſweet Doll, I will be civill. But how long? Wouldſt thou have me loſe my birth-right? For yond old thing will diſinherit me If I grow too demure: good ſweet Doll, prethee: Prethee deere ſiſter, let me ſee her. No. Nay, I beſeech thee: by this light. I: ſwagger. Kiſſe me, and be my friend, we two were twins. And ſhall we now grow ſtrangers? 'Tis not my fault, Well, there be other women, and remember You, you were the cauſe of this: there be more lands too, And better people in 'em: fare ye well, And other loves: what ſhall become of me And of my vanities, becauſe they grieve ye. Come hither, come, do you ſee that clowd that flyes there? So light are you, and blown with every fancy: Will ye but make me hope ye may be civill? I know your nature's ſweet enough, and tender, Not grated on, nor curb'd: doe you love your Miſtreſſe? He lyes, that ſayes I doe not. Would ye ſee her?