Marlowe, Christopher / Nashe, Thomas · published 1594 · first performed or written 1586 [c.1585-1586; possibly 1591] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.83 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Sister, I see you savour of my wiles, Be it as you will have for this once, Mean time, Ascanius shall be my charge, Whom I will bear to Ida in mine arms, And couch him in Adonis' purple down. Aeneas, think not but I honour thee, That thus in person go with thee to hunt: My princely robes thou seest are laid aside, Whose glittering pomp Diana's shrouds supplies, All fellows now disposed alike to sport, The woods are wide, and we have store of game: Fair Trojan, hold my golden bow a while, Until I gird my quiver to my side: Lords go before, we two must talk alone. Ungentle, can she wrong Iarbas so? I'll die before a stranger have that grace: We two will talk alone, what words be these? What makes Iarbas here of all the rest? We could have gone without your company. But love and duty led him on perhaps, To press beyond acceptance to your sight. Why man of Troy, do I offend thine eyes? Or art thou grieved thy betters press so nigh? How now Getulian, are ye grown so brave, To challenge us with your comparisons? Peasant, go seek companions like thyself, And meddle not with any that I love: Aeneas, be not moved at what he says, For otherwhile he will be out of joint. Women may wrong by privilege of love: But should that man of men (Dido except) Have taunted me in these opprobrious terms, I would have either drunk his dying blood, Or else I would have given my life in gage? Huntsmen, why pitch you not your toils apace, And rouse the light foot deer from forth their lair. Sister, see see Ascanius in his pomp, Bearing his huntspear bravely in his hand. Yea little son, are you so forward now? I mother I shall one day be a n, And better able unto other arms, Mean time these wanton weapons serve my war, Which I will break betwixt a lions jaws. What, darest thou look a Lion in the face? ay, and outface him to, do what he can. How like his father speaketh he in all? And mought I live to see him sack rich Thebes, And load his spear with Grecian Princes heads, Then would I wish me with Anchises Tomb, And dead to honour that hath brought me up. And might I live to see thee shipped away, And hoist aloft on Neptune's hideous hills, Then would I wish me in fair Dido's arms, And dead to soon that hath pursued me so. Stout friend Achates, dost thou know this wood? As I remember, here you shot the deer, That saved your famished soldiers lives from death, When first you set your foot upon the shore, And here we met fair Venus' virgin like, Bearing her bow and quiver at her back.
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Length
481 words · 640 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.827 (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)
Sister, I see you sauour of my wiles, Be it as you will haue for this once, Meane time, Ascanius shall be my charge, Whom I will beare to Id in mine armes, And couch him in Adonis purple downe. Aeneas, thinke not but I honor thee, That thus in person goe with thee to hunt: My princely robes thou seest are layd aside, Whose glittering pompe Dianas shrowdes supplies, All fellowes now disposde alike to sporte, The woods are wide, and we haue store of game: Faire Troian, hold my golden bowe a while, Vntill I gird my quiuer to my side: Lords goe before, we two must talke alone. Vngentle, can she wrong Iarbus so? Ile dye before a stranger haue that grace: We two will talke alone, what words be these? What makes Iarbus here of all the rest? We could haue gone without your companie. But loue and duetie led him on perhaps, To presse beyond acceptance to your sight. Why man of Troy, doe I offend thine eyes? Or art thou grieude thy betters presse so nye? How now Getulian, are ye growne so braue, To challenge vs with your comparisons? Pesant, goe seeke companions like thy selfe, And meddle not with any that I loue: Aeneas, be not moude at what he sayes, For otherwhile he will be out of ioynt. Women may wrong by priuiledge of loue: But should that man of men (Dido except) Haue taunted me in these opprobrious termes, I would haue either drunke his dying bloud, Or els I would haue giuen my life in gage? Huntsmen, why pitch you not your toyles apace, And rowse the light foote Deere from forth their laire. Sister, see fe Ascanius in his pompe, Bearing his huntspeare brauely in his hand. Yea little sonne, are you so forward now? I mother I shall one day be a n, And better able vnto other armes, Meane time these wanton weapons serue my warre, Which I will breake betwixt a Lyonawes. What, darest thou looke a Lyon in the face? I, and outface him to, doe what he can. How like his father speaketh he in all? And mought I liue to see him sacke rich Thebes, And loade his speare with Grecian Princes heads, Then would I wish me with Anchises Tombe, And dead to honour that hath brought me vp. And might I liue to see thee shipt away, And hoyst aloft on Neptunes hideous hilles, Then would I wish me in faire Didos armes, And dead to sone that hath pursued me so. Stoute friend Achates, doest thou know this wood? As I remember, here you shot the Deere, That sau'd your famisht souldiers liues from death, When first you set your foote vpon the shoare, And here we met faire Venus virgine like, Bearing her bowe and quiuer at her backe.