Jonson, Ben · published 1616 · first performed or written 1598 (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.80 · 498 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.
he's ever calling for COB! I wonder, how he employs COB, so! Indeed, sister, to ask how he employs COB, is a necessary question for you, that are his wife, and a thing not very easy for you to be satisfied in us: but this I'll assure you, COB'S wife is an excellent bawd, sister, and, oftentimes, your husband haunts her house, marry, to what end, I cannot altogether accuse him, imagine you what you think convenient. But, I have known, fair hides have foul hearts, ere now, sister. Never said you truer than that, brother, so much I can tell you for your learning. THOMAS, fetch your cloak, and go with me, I'll after him presently: I would to fortune, I could take him there, i'faith. I'd return him his own, I warrant him. So, let 'em go: this may make sport anon. Now, my fair sister in-law, that you knew, but how happy a thing it were to be fair, and beautiful? That touches not me, brother. That's true; that's even the fault of it: for indeed, beauty stands a woman in no stead, unless it procure her touching. But, sister, whether it touch you, or no, it touches your beauties; and, I am sure, they will abide the touch; an' they do not, a plague of all ceruse, say I: and, it touches me to in part, though not in the— Well, there's a dear and respected friend of mine, sister, stands very strongly, and worthily affected toward you, and hath vowed to inflame whole bonfires of zeal, at his heart, in honour of your perfections. I have already engaged my promise to bring you, where you shall hear him confirm much more. NED KNO'WELL is the man, sister. There's no exception against the party. You are ripe for a husband; and a minute's loss to such an occasion, is a great trespass in a wise beauty. What say you, sister? On my soul he loves you. Will you give him the meeting? Faith, I had very little confidence in mine own constancy, brother, if I durst not meet a man: but this motion of yours, savours of an old knight-aduenturers servant, a little too much, me thinks. What's that, sister? Marry, of the squire. No matter if it did, I would be such an one for my friend, but see! who is returned to hinder us? What villainy is this? called out on a false message? This was some plot! I was not sent for. BRIDGET, Where's your sister? I think she be gone forth, sir. How! is my wife gone forth? whether for god's sake? she's gone abroad with THOMAS. Abroad with THOMAS? oh, that villain dors me. He hath discovered all unto my wife! Beast that I was, to trust him: whither, I pray you, went she? I know not, sir. I'll tell you, brother, whither I suspect she's gone. Whither, good brother? To COB'S house, I believe: but, keep my counsel.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1421–1443 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 44 of 53 in this edition
Length
498 words · 696 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.800 (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)
Hee's euer calling for COB! I wonder, how hee imployes COB, so! Indeed, sister, to aske how hee imploies COB, is a necessarie question for you, that are his wife, and a thing not very easie for you to be satisfied in us: but this Ile assure you, COBS wife is an excellent bawd, sister, and, often-times, your husband hants her house, mary, to what end, I cannot altogether accuse him, imagine you what you thinke conuenient. But, I haue knowne, faire hides haue foule hearts, E're now, sister. Neuer said you truer then that, brother, so much I can tell you for your learning. THOMAS, fetch your cloke, and goe with me, Ile after him presently: I would to fortune, I could take him there, ifaith. Il'd returne him his owne, I warrant him. So, let hem goe: this may make sport anon. Now, my faire sister in-law, that you knew, but how happie a thing it were to be faire, and beautifull? That touches not me, brother. That's true; that's euen the fault of it: for indeede, beautie stands a woman in no stead, vnlesse it procure her touching. But, sister, whether it touch you, or no, it touches your beauties; and, I am sure, they will abide the touch; an' they doe not, a plague of all ceruse, say I: and, it touches mee to in part, though not in the — Well, there's a deare and respected friend of mine, sister, stands very strongly, and worthily affected toward you, and hath vow'd to inflame whole bone-fires of zeale, at his heart, in honor of your perfections. I haue alreadie engag'd my promise to bring you, where you shall heare him confirme much more. NED KNO'WELL is the man, sister. There's no exception against the partie. You are ripe for a husband; and a minutes losse to such an occasion, is a great trespasse in a wise beautie. What say you, sister? On my soule hee loues you. Will you giue him the meeting? Faith, I had very little confidence in mine owne constancie, brother, if I durst not meet a man: but this motion of yours, sauours of an old knight-aduenturers seruant, a little too much, me thinkes. What's that, sister? Mary, of the squire. No matter if it did, I would be such an one for my friend, but see! who is return'd to hinder vs? What villanie is this? call'd out on a false message? This was some plot! I was not sent for. BRIDGET, Where's your sister? I thinke shee be gone forth, sir. How! is my wife gone forth? whether for gods sake? Shee's gone abroad with THOMAS. Abroad with THOMAS? oh, that villaine dors me. He hath discouer'd all vnto my wife! Beast that I was, to trust him: whither, I pray you, went shee? I know not, sir. Ile tell you, brother, whither I suspect shee's gone. Whither, good brother? To COBS house, I beleeue: but, keepe my counsaile.