Terence (Publius Terentius Afer)Kyffin, Maurice · published 1588 · first performed or written 1588 (Annals) comedy T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.77 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Than specially my son used thither, ever and anon in company with those which loved Chrysis: he was as busy as the best, in setting forth the burial: being all this while very sad: and now and than, would even shed tears with them for company: well, this also liked me well-enough: for thus thought I: he that upon small acquaintance and familiarity, takes this woman's death so grievously at the heart? what if he had loved her himself? or how would he take on for me his father? so as I took all this to have proceeded of a good nature, and gentle heart. To be brief, I myself likewise for his sake go forth to the burial, mistrusting no ill in the world. O what followed? Thou shalt know by and by. The Coars is brought forth: we pass along with it: Anon I chance to cast mine eye (among the women there) upon an odd young damosel, of such favour. What, so good? Yea Sosia, of such modest and sober countenance and so passing beautiful to look too, as there could not possibly be more in a woman: who than to my seeming, made greater sorrow than any of the rest: And for that she excelled all the other women, bearing a face worthy an honest woman and well borne, I get me to the waiting maids and ask what she might be: They tell me that she is sister unto Chrysesa That went by and by, to the very heart of me. Out alas, this is it I wist not of: hence grew those tears of his: here is she whom he pitied so. O how greatly I fear whereto your tale tends. Well, on goeth the coars still: we follow after: we are come to the place of burial: it is put into the fire: They weep. In the mean space, this sister whom I told you of, rushed headlong to the flame with no small jeopardy: whereat my son Pamphilus being sore frighted, did then lo, bewray his love which he had cunningly cloaked and kept secret all this while: he runs unto her, and takes her about the middle: My sweet heart Glycerie (quoth he) what do you? why go you about to cast away yourself? with that, she cast herself weeping, and leaning upon him so familiarly, as a man might easily perceive their old accustomed love. What, say you so? I return thence angry and disquieted in mind, & yet had I not cause sufficient to chide him: for he mought have said: father what have I done? What punishment have I deserved? or wherein have I offended? The maid which wilfully would have thrown herself into the fire, I stayed and saved her life: This were an honest excuse. It is well considered of you: for if you would chide him which helped to save one's life, what would you do to him that wrought ones harm or mischief?
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Length
499 words · 629 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.774 (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)
Than ſpecially my ſon vſed thither, euer and anon in company with thoſe which loued Chryſis: he was as buſie as the beſt, in ſetting furth the buryal: beyng all this while very ſad: and now and than, would euen ſhead teares with them for company: well, this alſo lyked mée welinough: for thus thought I: hée that vppon ſmall acquaintance and familiarity, takes this womans death ſo greeuouſly at the hart? what if hee had loued her himſelfe? or how would he take on for me his father? ſo as I tooke all this to haue proceeded of a good nature, and gentle hart. To bée bréfe, I my ſelfe lykewiſe for his ſake go furth to the buriall, miſtruſting no ill in the world. O what followed? Thou ſhalt knowe by and by. The Coars is brought furth: we paſſe along with it: Anon I chuance to caſt myne eye (among the women there) vpon an od young damoſell, of ſuch fauour. What, ſo good? Yea Soſia, of ſuch modeſt and ſober countenance and ſo paſſing beautifull to looke too, as there could not poſſibly bée more in a woman: who than to my ſéeming, made greater ſorrow than any of the reſt: And for that ſhe excelled all the other women, bearing a face worthy an honeſt woman and well borne, I get me to the wayting maides and aſke what ſhée might bee: They tell mée that ſhée is ſiſter vnto Chryſ That went by and by, to the very hart of mee. Out alas, this is it I wiſt not of: hence grew thoſe tears of his: here is ſhée whom hée pittied ſo. O how greatly I feare whereto your tale tends. Well, on goeth the coars ſtill: wée follow after: we are come to the place of buriall: it is put into the fire: They wéepe. In the meane ſpace, this ſiſter whom I told you of, ruſht headlong to the flame with no ſmall ieopardy: wherat my ſonne Pamphilus being ſore frighted, did than lo, bewray his loue which hée had cunningly cloked and kept ſecrete all this while: hee runnes vnto her, and takes her about the middle: My ſwéete hart Glycerie (quoth hee) what do you? why goe you about to caſt away your ſelfe? with that, ſhée caſte her ſelfe weeping, and leaning vpon him ſo familiarly, as a man might eaſily perceiue their old accuſtomed loue. What, ſay you ſo? I returne thence angry and diſquieted in minde, & yet had I not cauſe ſufficiēt to chide him: for he mought haue ſayd: father what haue I done? What puniſhment haue I deſerued? or wherein haue I offended? The mayd which wilfully would haue throwen her ſelfe into the fire, I ſtaied and ſaued her lyfe: This were an honeſt excuſe. It is well conſidered of you: for if you would chide him which helped to ſaue ones life, what would you doo to him that wrought ones harme or miſchiefe?