Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1634 [licensed for stage, Nov 29] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.83 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
You have invention enough to furnish The Court with vice, howe'er you seem to have Care of my soul, pray give me pardon Sir, Do you ever mean to marry? Marry? oh yes. Not a Court Lady sure. One of that tribe to choose. Without the fear Of being such a monster made by her Whose wantonness you wittily have charactered. iha read my destiny, she that I shall marry Will be very honest, exceeding chaste as I Shall be to her, I did but tell you what Whirligigs are i'th' world, and that 'twere better And safer for your conscience to be one Of Venus' order, and keep tame a Groom A stallion Dormant then embrace a brother. What should incline you To imagine me so lost to modesty? What have you read in me to make you think I love my brother so? My charity. There's little charity in those suspicions. Have you no other argument. Your brother Told me himself you loved him strangely. So, so. Nay, nay he was i'th' same pickle. He told You that himself too. Yes, yes, till I tampered with him And sacrificed his flesh with ghostly counsel, Read Law and Lectures, I will tell you Madam He was once so overgrown with love, he had Resolved to tell you he was not your brother, And rather then be frustrate of his hopes Vowed to forswear it, and suborn testimony He was no kin to you, borne I know not where, And never saw the town afore, whose people Had all this while cozened themselves, with an Opinion he was Borgia; here's a youth now, Did he ne'er deal with you to such a purpose. Never, he would not be so wicked sure. Did you ever hear the like? you know it now, Thank heaven and a good friend that told you this; A friend that would not see this pretty vessel Lost i'th' quicksands, when both goods and it May be his own another day: I love you And none shall do you wrong. I should be ingrateful Not to acknowledge Sir this noble office Meant to preserve me. That was my pure meaning, You may requite it if you please. With love. 'Tis the reward my ambition first aims at. I love my brother now in his own place, And being his bosom friend I will not question, But to enlarge my knowledge of your worth And take me nearer to me for his Character, And free consent. Umph, now you bless me Lady, If his hopes thrive in the Duchess as I doubt not I am made, I'll seek him out, I wish no better Testimony, he shall not gi't you unders hand. No haste. He knows me to a thought, nay, nay He shall do't presently, if I can light on him. Tomorrow Signior, I suspect it not.
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Length
480 words · 618 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.826 (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)
You have invention enough to furnish The Court with vice, how e're you seeme to have Care of my soule, pray give me pardon Sir, Doe you ever meane to marry? Marry? oh yes. Not a Court Lady sure. One of that tribe to chuse. Without the feare Of being such a monster made by her Whose wantonnesse you wittily have charactred. I'ha read my destinie, she that I shall marry Will be very honest, exceeding chast as I Shall be to her, I did but tell you what Whirligigs are i'th world, and that 'twere better And safer for your conscience to be one Of Venus order, and keepe tame a Groome A stallian Dormant then embrace a brother. What should incline you To imagine me so lost to modestie? What have you read in me to make you thinke I love my brother so? My charitie. There's little charitie in those suspitions▪ Have you no other argument. Your brother Told me himselfe you lov'd him strangely. So, so. Nay, nay he was i'th same pickle. He told You that himselfe too. Yes, yes, till I tamper'd with him And sacrific'd his flesh with ghostly counsell, Read Law and Lectures, I will tell you Madam He was once so overgrowne with love, he had Resolv'd to tell you he was not your brother, And rather then be frustrate of his hopes Vow'd to forsweare it, and subborne testimony He was no kin to you, borne I know not where, And never saw the towne afore, whose people Had all this while cozend themselves, with an Opinion he was Borgia; here's a youth now, Did he ne're deale with you to such a purpose. Never, he wud not be so wicked sure. Did you ever heare the like? you know it now, Thanke heaven and a good friend that told you this; A friend that wud not see this pretty vessell Lost i'th' quick-sands, when both goods and it May be his owne another day: I love you And none shall doe you wrong. I should be ingratefull Not to acknowledge Sir this noble office Meant to preserve me. That was my pure meaning, You may requite it if you please. With love. 'Tis the reward my ambition first aymes at. I love my brother now in his owne place, And being his bosome friend I will not question, But to enlarge my knowledge of your worth And take me nearer to me for his Character, And free consent. Vmph, now you blesse me Lady, If his hopes thrive in the Dutchesse as I doubt not I am made, Ile seeke him out, I wish no better Testimony, he shall not git you unders hand. No haste. He knowes me to a thought, nay, nay He shall doo't presently, if I can light on him. To morrow Signior, I suspect it not.