Glapthorne, Henry · published 1639 · first performed or written 1634 [1634-1639] [incorrect] (Annals) not in BritDrama · Globe T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.87 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Surprised, and by my brother, prithee sweet Withdraw, I would not have thy timorous ears, Frighted with his loud anger. Save you brother, you've parted with your Mistress, pray tell me, does she kiss well, Has she a fragrant lip? Are her demeanours courtly, apt to ravish? Are you resolved to run away with her, And stain the honour of our family, for her sweet sake? Gentle brother, you speak a language I nor understand, Nor value much the meaning. In your love I meddled not, and't had been manners in you, Not to have intruded upon mine, your presence Being unrequired. You're very confident, young Gallant, In defence of your brave Mistress, I know you are in love, bravely in love With a trim Chambermaid, a thing made up Of a cast taffety gown of an old Wardrobe: Degenerate brother, were I not assured Of your chaste mother's virtues, I should question, Whither my father got you, but I'm come To disenchant thy senses from the charms, That hateful witch throws on them, but resolve Quickly to quit her, or by Heaven she'd better Commix with lightning. Pray, good brother use Your threats upon your Corporals, or stamp At your tame lancepresadoes, when they do not Perform your charge; your rage upon your boys, Were more becoming, then upon your brother: If you will sit, and with attentive patience, Mark what I shall deliver, I will give you Reasons for my intentions, but if not, You may depart unsatisfied. Well Sir, be brief, I shall attend you. In brief, I love fair Isabella, so as honour, Not the vicious heat of youth, Commands me to affect, I love her virtue, And have in that as noble, rich a dowry, As the addition of estate and blood, Which you have acquired in your late happy match With young Emilia. Dare you, boy, name her, And my Emilia as parallels. Why, good brother, Though she transcends her in her birth and fortunes, Yet in the rare endowments of her mind, She is her equal, virtue has a soul as precious Look on my face, and read my business there. Alas my Lord, your looks Are discomposed with rage, your fiery eyes Roll with the accustomed motion, they had wont To dart upon your enemies, I am Assured my innocence can no way merit Your all-consuming anger. 'Tis a lie, A worthless lie, false as thy flattering hopes are, You are in love, most gallantly in love With Isabella, one who is composed Of paint and plasters: thou degenerate monster, Traitor to fame, and parricide to honour, Abject in thy condition, as thy thoughts are; Tear this vild strumpet from thy soul, do't quickly, Renounce her with all binding ties can urge thee To keep thy faith, or I will quite put off The name of Father, take as little notice Thou art my offspring, as the surly North, Does of the snow, which when it has engendered, Its wild breath scatters through the earth forgotten.
nodes 866–936 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 13 of 21 in this edition
Length
504 words · 671 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.873 (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)
Surpriz'd, and by my brother, prethy sweet Withdraw, I would not have thy timorous eares, Frighted with his loud anger. Save you brother, you've parted with your Mistresse, pray tell me, does she kisse well, Has she a fragrant lip? Are her demeanours courtly, apt to ravish? Are you resolv'd to run away with her, And stain the honour of our family, for her sweet sake? Gentle brother, you speak a language I nor understand, Nor value much the meaning. In your love I medled not, and't had been manners in you, Not to have intruded upon mine, your presence Being unrequired. You'r very confident, young Gallant, In defence of your brave Mistresse, I know you are in love, bravely in love With a trim Chamber-maid, a thing made up Of a cast Taffatie gowne of an old Wardrobe: Degenerate brother, were I not assur'd Of your chaste mothers vertues, I should question, Whither my father got you, but I'm come To disinchant thy senses from the charmes, That hatefull witch throwes on them, but resolve Quickly to quit her, or by Heaven shee'd better Commix with lightning. Pray, good brother use Your threats upon your Corporals, or stampe At your tame Lancepresados, when they doe not Performe your charge; your rage upon your boyes, Were more becomming, then upon your brother: If you will sit, and with attentive patience, Marke what I shall deliver, I will give you Reasons for my intentions, but if not, You may depart unsatisfied. Well Sir, be briefe, I shall attend you. In briefe, I love faire Isabella, so as honour, Not the vicious heat of youth, Commands me to affect, I love her vertue, And have in that as noble, rich a dowry, As the addition of estate and blood, Which you have acquir'd in your late happy match With young Emilia. Dare you, boy, name her, And my Emilia as paralels. Why, good brother, Though she transcends her in her birth and fortunes, Yet in the rare indowments of her minde, She is her equall, vertue has a soul as precious Looke on my face, and reade my businesse there. Alas my Lord, your lookes Are discompos'd with rage, your fiery eyes Rowle with the accustom'd motion, they had wont To dart upon your enemies, I am Assur'd my innocence can no way merit Your all-consuming anger. 'Tis a lye, A worthlesse lye, false as thy flattering hopes are, You are in love, most gallantly in love With Isabella, one who is compos'd Of paint and plaisters: thou degenerate monster, Traytor to fame, and parricide to honour, Abject in thy condition, as thy thoughts are; Teare this vil'd strumpet from thy soule, do't quickly, Renounce her with all binding tyes can urge thee To keep thy faith, or I will quite put off The name of Father, take as little notice Thou art my of-spring, as the surly North, Does of the snow, which when it has ingendred, Its wild breath scatters through the earth forgotten.