Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1599 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.85 · 463 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
What shall I do? O, I shall never please her, Out on thee, dotard! what star ruled his birth? That brought him such a star? blind Fortune still Bestows her gifts on such as cannot use them: How long shall I live, ere I be so happy, To have a wife of this exceeding form? Away, with 'em, would I had broke a joint, When I devised this, that should so dislike her. Away, bear all away. I, do: for fear Ought that is there should like her. O, this man, How cunningly he can conceal himself! As though he loved? nay, honoured, and adored? Why, my sweet heart? Sweetheart! O! better still! And asking, why? wherefore? and looking strangely, As if he were as white as innocence. Alas, you're simple, you: you cannot change, Look pale at pleasure, and then red with wonder: No, no, not you! 'tis pity o'your naturals. I did but cast an amorous eye, e'en now, Upon a pair of gloves, that somewhat liked me, And straight he noted it, and gave command, All should be ta'en away. Be they nay bane then. What, sirrah, FIDO, bring in those gloves again, You took from hence. 'Sbody, sir, but do not, Bring in no gloves, to spite me: if you do— Ay, me, most wretched; how am I misconstrued? O, how she tempts my heartstrings, with her eye, To knit them to her beauties, or to break? What moved the heavens, that they could not make Me such a woman? but a man, a beast, That hath no bliss like to others. Would to heaven (In wreak of my misfortunes) I were turned To some fair water- Nymph, that (set upon The deepest whirlpit of the ravenous seas,) My adamantine eyes might headlong hale This iron world to me, and drown it all. Behold, behold, the translated gallant. O, he is welcome. Save you brother, and sister, save you, sir; I have commendations for you out in the country: (I wonder they take no knowledge of my suit:) mine uncle SOCLIARDO is in town. Sister, me thinks, you are melancholy: why are you so sad? I think you took me for master FASTIDIUS BRISTLE (sister) did you not. Why should I take you for him? Nay, nothing— I was lately in master FASTIDIUS his company, and, me thinks, we are very like. You have a fair suit, brother, 'give you joy on't. Faith, good enough to ride in, brother, I made it to ride in. O, now I see the cause of his idle demand, was his new suit. Pray you good brother, try, if you can change her mood. I warrant you, let me alone. I'll put her out of her dumps. Sister, how like you my suit?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 936–985 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 74 in this edition
Length
463 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.847 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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)
What shall I doe? Ô, I shall neuer please her, Out on thee, dotard! what starre rul'd his birth? That brought him such a starre? blind Fortune still Bestowes her gifts on such as cannot vse them: How long shall I liue, ere I be so happy, To haue a wie of this exceeding forme? Away, with 'hem, would I had broke a ioynt, When I deuis'd this, that should so dislike her. Away, beare all away. I, doe: for feare Ought that is there should like her. O, this man, How cunningly he can conceale himselfe! As though he lou'd? nay, honour'd, and ador'd? Why, my sweet heart? Sweetheart! Ô! better still! And asking, why? wherefore? and looking strangely, As if he were as white as innocence. Alas, you'r simple, you: you cannot change, Looke pale at pleasure, and then red with wonder: No, no, not you! 'tis pitty o'your naturalls. I did but cast an amorous eye, e'en now, Vpon a paire of gloues, that somewhat lik't me, And straight he noted it, and gaue command, All should be ta'ne away. Be they nay bane then. What, sirra, FIDO, bring in those gloues againe, You tooke from hence. S'body, sir, but doe not, Bring in no gloues, to spite me: if you doe— Ay, me, most wretched; how am I misconstru'd? O, how shee tempts my heart-strings, with her eye, To knit them to her beauties, or to breake? What mou'd the heauens, that they could not make Me such a woman? but a man, a beast, That hath no blisse like to others. Would to heauen (In wreake of my misfortunes) I were turn'd To some faire water-Nymph, that (set vpon The deepest whirle-pit of the rau'nous seas,) My adamantine eyes might head-long hale This iron world to me, and drowne it all. Behold, behold, the translated gallant. O, he is welcome. SAue you brother, and sister, saue you, sir; I haue commendations for you out ī the countrey: (I wonder they take no knowledge of my sute:) mine vncle SOCLIARDO is in towne. Sister, me thinkes, you are melancholy: why are you so sad? I thinke you tooke me for master FASTIDIVS BRISLE (sister) did you not. Why should I take you for him? Nay, nothing—I was lately in master FASTIDIVS his company, and, me thinkes, we are very like. You haue a faire sute, brother, 'giue you ioy on't. Faith, good ynough to ride in, brother, I made it to ride in. O, now I see the cause of his idle demand, was his new suit. Pray you good brother, trie, if you can change her mood. I warrant you, let mee alone. I'le put her out of her dumps. Sister, how like you my suit?