Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Beeston's Boys · Phoenix/Cockpit T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.82 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
'Tis not in all my stock of cunning now To hold out longer. Shame will be the end Of all my undertakings. Cosin your looks are strange, and seem as if They would betray your thoughts. If you have guilt, Let it not press your conscience with a weight Will sink it into horror. I have much sir. Nor will there need another testimony For confirmation of what I shall utter. He that with grief doth publish his own shame, Speaks from truth's records. What may this preface mean? You had a son, whose birth deprived his mother Of life; and what bestowed a joy upon you robbed you of one. Why dost review a grief Time had worn out? Indeed I had a son. And have him still: enjoy him in Theophilus. Was this the knowledge of myself he spoke of, That lived but in himself? I fear his wound, And a distraction. Hear me sir and than You will have faith. The child you did dispose To be nursed by my mother, I being then An infant likewise. She knowing by law That I was capable of your estate Your heir being once removed, soon plots To make the child away; attempts, but fainting In th' execution left it in the fields; A formal burial strengthening the report That it was dead. By providence directed You found and bred it up, and this is he. My dying mother did reveal it to me With tears of penitence, and an injunction I should discover it: which my avarice And envy would not suffer me, but tempted My soul to those black practises, which now Cease with my shame and my repentance. Joys Have filled me to the danger of a surfeit. Welcome to life; I have a new begot thee. How often have I wished in these embraces The thing I did embrace but knew it not. Cosin I hope your sorrow is not feigned That it may merit pardon, and preserve me A loving Uncle. I forgive you Cosin, You have at length in this discovery Given large satisfaction. I'll remove All cause of after jealousy. We by these Are reconciled for ever. But her's a delinquent must be punished. He shall be pardoned too upon condition He will no more play the impostor thus, To wear the habit of a gentleman Having such vile conditions; so disgracing His noble nation; making all suspected. I'll likewise add something unto your storehouse. And though 'tis late let's have a wedding feast: To which pray welcome every loving guest. I Am a Maiden yet, how can I then Without some fear and blushes speak to men? ladies and gentlewomen pray stick to me If the rude men should offer to undo me. Would they be kind, and say I have done well I'd give them leave to clap me. I can tell They'd take it for a favour if they might Clap every Bride upon her wedding night.
nodes 1765–1836 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 31 in this edition
Length
498 words · 605 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.823 (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)
'Tis not in all my stock of cunning now To hold out longer. Shame will be the end Of all my undertakings. Cosin your looks are strange, and seeme as if They would betray your thoughts. If you have guilt, Let it not presse your conscience with a weight Will sinck it into horror. I have much sir. Nor will there need another testimony For confirmation of what I shall utter. He that with griefe doth publish his own shame, Speakes from truths records. What may this preface meane? You had a sonne, whose birth depriv'd his mother Of life; and what bestow'd a joy upon you Rob'd you of one. Why dost review a griefe Time had wor out? Indeed I had a sonne. And have him still: enjoy him in Theophilus. Was this the knowledge of my selfe he spake of, That liv'd but in him selfe? I feare his wound, And a distraction. Heare me sir and then You will have faith. The child you did dispose To be nurst by my mother, I being then An inant likewise. She knowing by law That I was capable of your estate Your heire being once remov'd, soone plots To make the childe away; attemps, but fainting In th' execution left it in the feilds; A formall buriall strengthning the report That it was dead. By providence directed You found and bred it up, and this is he. My dying mother did reveale it to me With teares of penitence, and an injunction I should discover it: which my avarice And envy would not suffer me, but tempted My soule to those black practises, which now Cease with my shame and my repentance. Joyes Have fill'd me to the danger of a surfet. Welcome to life; I have a new begot thee. How often have I wisht in these embraces The thing I did embrace but knew it not. Cosin I hope your sorrow is not feign'd That it may merrit pardon, and preserve me A loving Uncle. I forgive you Cosin, You have at length in this discovery Given large satisfaction. I'le reove All cause of after jealousy. We by these Are reconciled for ever. But her's a dilinquent must be punished. He shall be pardon'd o upon condition He will no more play the impostor thus, To weare the habit of a gentleman Having such vile conditions; o disgracing His noble nation; making all suspected. I'le likewise adde something unto your storehouse. And though 'tis late les have a wedding feast: To which pray' welcome every loving guest. I Am a Mayden yet, how can I then Without some feare and blushes speake to men? Ladyes and gentlewomen pray' stick to me If the rude men should offer to undo me. Would they be kinde, and say I have done well I'd give them leave to clap me. I can tell They'd take it for a favor if they might Clap every Bride upon her wedding night.