Rawlins, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) tragedy · King's Revels Company unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
A kiss and then I go, so; farewell my Duck. Death she has left a scent to poison me; Love her said she, is any man so mad, to hug a disease, Or embrace a colder Image the Pygmalion's Or play with the bird of Frosty antiquity, not I: Her gums stink worse than a Pest-house, And more danger of infecting. As I'm a mortal Tailor; and your servant Madam, Her breath has tainted me I dare not salute Your Ladyship. Come you are loath to part with't 'tis so sweet. Sweet say you Madam, a muster of diseases Can't smell worse, than her rotten teeth. Excuse my boldness, to defer your longing; Thus I am new created with your breath. My gaping pores will ne'er be satisfied. Again— they still are hungry. My dear friend, let not thy lovely person March with the scolding peace affrighting Drum: War is too cruel: come i'll chain You here, here in my arms; and stifle you With kisses; you sha' not go— by this you sha' not go, By this I must. I'll smother that harsh breath. Again I countercheck it. O sister, ha! What killing sight is this! cannot be she. Sister. O my dear friend, my brother, we're undone. Degenerate girl, lighter than wind or air; Canst thou forget thy birth? or 'cause thou'rt fair Art privileged, dost think with such a zeal To grasp an under shrub? dare you exchange Breath with your Tailors, without fear of vengeance From the disturbed ghosts of our dead Parents, For their blood's injury? or are your favours Grown prostitute to all? my unkind Fate Grieves me not half so much, as thee forgetful. Sir if on me this language, I must tell you, You are too rash to censure. My unworthiness that makes Her seem so ugly in your eyes, perhaps Hangs in these clothes, and's shifted off with them. I am as noble, but that I hate to make Comparisons, as any you can think worthy To be called her husband. Shred of a slave thou' liest. Sir I am hasty too; yet in the presence of my Mistress can use a temper. Brave; your mistress. Lay hold on him, Ere we presume to meet the enemy we'll purge the City; lest the wrath of heaven Fall heavy on us: Antonio I arrest thee Of Capital treason, 'gainst the King and Realm. To prison with him. O my lost brother! 'Tis but an error, treason d'ye call it; to kill The Governor in heat of blood, and not intended? For my Evadne's sake, something I'll do Shall save his life. To prison with him. Farewell Evadne, as thou lovest the peace Of our dead Ancestors, cease to love So loathed a thing; a Tailor, Why? 'tis the scorn of all; therefore be ruled By thy departing Brother, do not mix With so much baseness: Come Officers, bear me e'en where you please, My oppressed conscience nowhere can have ease.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
A kisse and then I goe, so; farewell my Duck. Death she has left a scent to poison me; Love her said she, is any man so mad, to hugge a disease, Or imbrace a colder Image the Pigmalions Or play with the bird of Frosty antiquity, not I: Her gumms stinke worse then a Pest-house, And more danger of infecting. As I'me a mortall Tayler; and your servant Madam, Her breath has tainted me I dare not salute Your Ladiship. Come you are loath to part with't 'tis so sweet. Sweet say you Madam, a muster of diseases Can't smell worse, than her rotten teeth. Excuse my boldnesse, to deferre your longing; Thus I am new created with your breath. My gaping pores will ne're be satisfied. Againe—they still are hungry. My deare friend, let not thy lovely person March with the scoulding peace affrighting Drum: War is too cruell: come ile chaine You here, here in my armes; and stiffle you With kisses; you sha' not goe—by this you sha' not goe, By this I must. Ile smother that harsh breath. Againe I counter-checke it. O sister, ha! What killing sight is this! cannot be she. Sister. O my deare friend, my brother, w'are undon. Degenerate girle, lighter than wind or ayre; Canst thou forget thy birth? or 'cause thou'rt faire Art priviledg'd, dost thinke with such a zeale To graspe an under shrub? dare you exchange Breath with your Taylers, without feare of vengeance From the desturbed ghosts of our dead Parents, For their bloods injury? or are your favours Growne prostitue to all? my unkind Fate Grieves me not halfe so much, as thee forgetfull. Sir if on me this language, I must tell you, You are too rash to censure. My unworthinesse that makes Her seeme so ugly in your eyes, perhaps Hangs in these cloaths, and's shifted off with them. I am as noble, but that I hate to make Comparisons, as any you can thinke worthy To be call'd her husband. Shred of a slave thou' lyest. Sir I am hasty too; yet in the presence of my Mistris can use a temper. Brave; your mistris. Lay hold on him, Ere we presume to meete the enemy Weele purge the City; lest the wrath of heaven Fall heavy on us: Antonio I arrest thee Of Capitall treason, 'gainst the King and Realme. To prison with him. O my lost brother! 'Tis but an errour, treason d'ye call it; to kill The Governour in heate of blood, and not intended? For my Evadne's sake, something Ile doe Shall save his life. To prison with him. Farewell Evadne, as thou lovest the peace Of our dead Ancestors, cease to love So loath'd a thing; a Tayler, Why? 'tis the scorne of all; therefore be rul'd By thy departing Brother, doe not mixe With so much basenesse: Come Officers, beare me e'ne where you please, My opprest conscience no where can have ease.