Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1626 [licensed for stage, Feb 9] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.78 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Alas sir; censure not her too soon, Till she appear are guilty. Here's thy virtue still, To excuse her Catalina, no believe it, She's nought, past hope, I have an eye can see Into her very heart, thou art too innocent. Valasco welcome too, Berinthia Is not come home yet, but we shall seen her Brought back with shame; and is't not justice ha? What can be shame enough? Your daughter sir? My daughter? do not call her so, she has not True blood of Vilarezo in her veins; She makes herself a bastard, and deserves To be cut off like a disordered branch, Disgracing the fair tree she springeth from. Lay not so great a burden on Berinthia, Her nature knows not to degenerate; Upon my life she was not yielding, to The injurious action; if Antonio Have played the thief, let your revenge fall there, Which were I trusted with, although I doubt not Sebastianoes f y; he should feele it More heavy than his Castle, what can be Too just for such a sin? Right, right Valasco, I do love thee for't, 'tis so, and thou shalt see I have a sense Worthy my birth and person. 'T will become you; but I marvel we hear nothing Of their success at Eluas. by this time I would have sent Antonio to warm His father's ashes, do you not think sir? Sebastiano will not be remiss, A gentle nature is abused with tales, Which they know how to colour; here's the Count. How, the Count? I sent him thither to be rid on him; The fool has better fortune than I wished him, But now I shall hear that which will more comfort me, My sister's death most certainly. My Lord, I have rid hard, read there, your son And daughter is well. Ha, well? Madam. How does my sister? In good health, she has commendations to you In that letter. And is Antonio living? Yes, and remembers his service to you, Has he then yielded up Berinthia? He will yield up his ghost first, I know not we were Going to flesh baste one another, I am sure but the Matter of felony hangs still, who will cut it down; I know not, Madam there's notable matter against you. Me? Upon my honour there is, be not angry with me, No less than theft and murder, that letter is charged Withal, but you'll clear all I make no question, they Talk of poisoning. Am I betrayed? Well, I smell, I smell. What do you smell? It was but a trick of theirs to save their lives, For we were bent to kill all that came against us. Catalina read here, Valasco, both of you, And let me read your faces, ha? they wonder. how's this, I steal Berinthia? I poison my sister. This doth amaze me. Father, this letter says I would have poisoned my poor sister, innocence defend me.
nodes 1581–1648 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 35 in this edition
Length
493 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.782 (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)
Alas sir; censure not her too soone, Till she appeare are guilty. Heres thy vertue still, To excuse her Catalina, no beleeve it, Shes naught, past hope, I have an eye can see Into her very heart, thou art too innocent. Valasco welcome too, Berinthia Is not come home yet, but we shall seē her Brought backe with shame; and ist not justice ha? What can be shame enough? Your daugh er sir? My daughter? doe not call her so, she has not True blood of Vilarezo in her veines; She makes her selfe a bastard, and deserves To be ut off like a disordered branch, Disgracing the faire tree she springeth from. Lay not so great a bourthen on Berinthia, Her nature knowes not to degenerate; Vpon my life she was not yeelding, to The injurious action; if Antonio Have plaied the theefe, let your reven e fall there, Which were I trusted with, although I doubt not Sebastianoes f y; he should feele it More heavy than his Castle, what can be Too just for such a sinne? Right, right Valasco, I doe love thee fort, Tis so, and thou shalt see I have a sence Worthy my birth and person. 'T will beco e you; but I marvell we hearē nothing Of their succes e at Elu s. by this time I would have sent Antonio to warme His fathers ashes, doe you not thinke sir? Sebastiano will not be remisse, A gentle nature is abus'd with tales, Which they know how to colour; heres the Count. How, the Count? I sent him thither to be rid on him; The foole has better fortune than I wisht him, But now I shall heare that which will more comfort me, My sisters death most certainely. My Lord, I have rid hard, read there, your sonne And daughter is well. Ha, well? Madam. How does my sister? In good health, she has commendations to you In that letter. And is Antonio living? Yes, and remembers his service to you, Has he then yeelded up Berinthia? He will yeeld up his ghost first, I know not we were Going to flesh baste one another, I am sure but the Matter of fellony hangs still, who will cut it downe; I know not, Madam theres notable matter against you. Me? Vpon my honor there is, be not angry with me, No lesse than theft and murder, that letter is charg'd Withall, but you'le cleare all I make no question, they Talke of poysoning. Am I be ray'd? Well, I smell, I smell. What do you smell? It was but a tricke of theirs to save their lives, For we were bent to kill all that came against us. Catalina reade here, Valasco, both of you, And let me reade your faces, ha? they wonder. Howe this, I steale Berinthia? I poyson my sister. This doth amaze me. Father, this letter sayes I would have poysoned my poore sister, innocence defend me.