Anonymous · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Unknown T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.75 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
I'll arm myself with flouts and cruelty. Will you so Phillis, what a state am I in? Why I of all am furthest from her love: 'sblood, if I now should take conceit at this, Fall sick with love indeed, were not my state Most lamentable? I by this hand were it: Well heart, if thou wilt yield, look to thyself, Thou wilt be tortured, well what remedy. Here comes my brother Anthonie, I am for him. Porter, what news? spoke you with Phillis? I too late, to my grief, Spoke with her, sir, I'faith I think I have; here's a letter for you, and by that You shall be judge if I did speak with her; Now Cripple, shall we prove your learned wit? Zounds am I mad, or is she mad that writ this? I'll read it o'er again: SIr, I did neuer like you, I doe not nowe thinke well of you, And I will neuer loue you: I choose my husband with my eyes, and I haue seene some especiall fault in you; as the colour of your haire, the eleuating of your head, to an affected proportion, as if you fainted for want of aire, and stood in that manner to sucke it into your nose, your neck is too long: and to be short, I like no part in or about you: and the short and the long boy, is, that I will neuer loue you, and I will neuer marry but one I loue. Not yours, but her owne. Blank, I am struck blank, and blind, and mad withal, Here is a flat denial to my suit, A resolution never to be won: What shall I do? assist me God of love, Instruct me in thy school-tricks; be my guide Out of this labyrinth of love and fear, Unto the palace of fair Phillis favour: I have it; I will intimate her mother In my behalf, with letters and with gifts, To her i'll write to be my advocate: Porter farewell, there's for thy pains, Thy profit by this toil passeth my gains. You have your answer, and a kind one too; Cripple i'll make thee crutches of pure silver For this device, thou hast a golden wit; Now if my brother Ferdinand were here To read his absolution, here he comes. Brother. Frank. What hast thou given the letter to her hand, And stayed my brother Anthony's withal? I have done both, and more than that, behold Here is an answer to your letter brother. Frank, I will love thee, whiles I live for this. Scarce, when you read what there contained is. GAllant, that write for love, if you had come yourself yond might perchance have sped; I do not counsel you neither, to come yourself, unless you leave your head at home, or wear a vizard, or come backwards, for I never look you in the face but I am sick: and so praying God to continue my health, by keeping you from me, I leave you.
nodes 1339–1382 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 41 in this edition
Length
507 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.747 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
Ile arme my selfe with floutes and crueltie. Will you so Phillis, what a state am I in? Why I of all am furthest from her loue: Sblood, if I now should take conceit at this, Fall sicke with loue indeed, were not my state Most lamentable? I by this hand were it: Well heart, if thou wilt yeeld, looke to thy selfe, Thou wilt be tortur'd, well what remedie. Here comes my brother Anthonie, I am for him. Porter, what newes? spake you with Phillis? I too late, to my griefe, Spoke with her, sir, Yfaith I thinke I haue; Heer's a letter for you, and by that You shall be iudge if I did speake with her; Now Cripple, shall we prooue your learned wit? Zounds am I mad, or is she mad that writ this? Ile reade it or'e againe: SIr, I did neuer like you, I doe not nowe thinke well of you, And I will neuer loue you: I choose my husband with my eyes, and I haue seene some especiall fault in you; as the colour of your haire, the eleuating of your head, to an affected proportion, as if you fainted for want of aire, and stood in that manner to sucke it into your nose, your neck is too long: and to be short, I like no part in or about you: and the short and the long boy, is, that I will neuer loue you, and I will neuer marry but one I loue. Not yours, but her owne. Blancke, I am strucke blancke, and blind, and mad withall, Heere is a flat denyall to my sute, A resolution neuer to be wonne: What shall I doe? assist me God of loue, Instruct me in thy schoole-tricks; be my guide Out of this laborinth of loue and feare, Vnto the pallace of faire Phillis fauour: I haue it; I will intimate her mother In my behalfe, with letters and with gifts, To her ile write to be my aduocate: Porter farewell, ther's for thy paines, Thy profite by this toyle passeth my gaines. You haue your answer, and a kind one too; Cripple ile make thee chrutches of pure siluer For this deuise, thou hast a golden wit; Now if my brother Ferdinand were heere To reade his absolution, heere he comes. Brother. Franke. What hast thou giuen the letter to her hand, And staid my brother Anthonies withall? I haue done both, and more then that, behold Heere is an answere to your letter brother. Franke, I will loue thee, whiles I liue for this. Scarce, when you reade what there contained is. GAllant, that write for loue, if you had come your self yon might perchance haue sped; I do not counsell you neither, to come your selfe, vnlesse you leaue your head at home, or weare a vizard, or come backe-wardes, for I neuer looke you in the face but I am sicke: and so praying God to continue my health, by keeping you from me, I leaue you.