The Miseries of Enforced Marriage · chunk 14 of 47
Wilkins, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.79 · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
May Gentlemen the honesty of mirth Consists not in Carousing with excess, My father hath more welcomes then in wine: Pray you no more. Says my sister so, I'll be ruled by thee then. Do you hear, in hope hereafter you'll lend me some money, now we are half drunk let's go to dinner. Come Knight. I am glad you're gone, Shall I now open't: no, I'll kiss it first, Because his outside last did kiss his hand. Within this fold, I'll callit a sacred sheet, Are writ black lines, when our white hearts shall meet, Before I open this door of my delight, Methinks I guess how kindly he doth write, Of his true Love to me, as Chuck, Sweetheart, I prithee do not think the time too long, That keeps us from the sweets of marriage rites, And then he sets my name and kisses it, Wishing my lips his sheet to write upon, With like desire methinks as mine own thoughts, Ask him now here for me to look upon, Yet at the last thinking his love too slack, Ere it arrive at my desired eyes, He hastens up his message with like speed, Even as I break this ope, wishing to read: Oh: what's hear? Mine eyes are not mine own? sure theyare not, Though you ha' been my lamps this sixteen years, You do bely, my Scarborrow reading so; Forgive him, he is married, that were Ill: What lying lights are these. Look I ha' no such Letter, No wedded syllable of the least wrong Done to a Troth-plight-Virgin like myself. Beshrew you for your blindness: Forgive him, he is married. I know my Scarborough's constancy to me, Is as firm knit, as faith to Charity, That I shall kiss him often, hug him thus, Be made a happy and a fruitful Mother Of many prosperous children like to him, And read I, he was married? Asked forgiveness? What a blind Fool was I? yet here's a Letter To whom directed trow? To my beloved Clare. Why la? Women will read, and read not that they saw, 'twas but my fervent love misled mine eyes, I'll once again to the Inside, Forgive me, I am married: william Scarborrow. He has set his name too't to, O perjury? within the hearts of men Thy feasts are kept, their tongues proclaimeth them. Sister, God's precious, the clothes laid, the meat cools, we all stay, and your father calls for you. Kind Sir, excuse me I pray you a little, I'll but peruse this Letter and come straight. Pray you make haste, the meat stays for us, and our stomachs Ready for the meat, for believe this, Drink makes men hungry, or it makes them lie, And he that's drunk o'er night, i'th' morning's dry, Seen and approved.
nodes 524–577 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 47 in this edition
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470 words · 631 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.787 (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
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May Gentlemen the honesty of myrth Consists not in Carowsing with excesse, My father hath more welcomes then in wine: Pray you no more. Sayes my sister so, Ile be ruld by thoe then. Do you heare, in hope hereafter youle lend me some mony, now we are halfe drunk lets go to dinner. Come Knight. I am glad your gone, Shall I now opent: no, Ile kisse it first, Because his outside last did kisse his hand. Within this fould, Ile calt a sacred sheet, Are writ blacke lines, when our white harts shall meet, Before I ope this dore of my delight, Methinkes I gesse how kindly he doth write, Of his true Loue to me, as Chuck, Sweet-hart, I prethee do not thinke the time too long, That keepes vs from the sweets of marriage rites, And then he sets my name and kisses it, Wishing my lips his sheet to write vpon, With like desire methinkes as mine owne thoughts, Aske him now heere for me to looke vpon, Yet at the last thinking his loue too slacke, Ere it arriue at my desired eyes, He hastens vp his message with like speed, Euen as I breake this ope, wishing to read: Oh: whats hear? Mine eyes are not mine owne? sure th'are not, Tho you ha bin my lamps this sixteene years, You do belie, my Scarborrow reading so; Forgiue him, he is married, that were Ill: What lying lights are these. Looke I ha no such Letter, No wedded sillable of the least wrong Done to a Troth-plight-Virgin like my selfe▪ Beshrow you for your blindnes: Forgiue him, he is married. I know my Scarborrowes constancie to me, Is as firme knit, as faith to Charity, That I shall kisse him often, hug him thus, Be made a happy and a fruitfull Mother Of many prosperous children like to him, And read I, he was maried? Askt forgiuenes? What a blind Foolo was I? yet heeres a Letter To whom directed tro? To my beloued Clare. Why Law? Women will read, and read not that they saw, Twas but my feruent loue misled mine eyes, Ile once againe to the Inside, Forgiue me, I am married: william Scarborrow. He has set his name too't to, O periury? within the harts of men Thy feasts are kept, their tongues proclaimeth them. Sister, Gods precious, the cloths laide, the meate cooles, we all stay, and your father cals for you. Kind Sir, excuse me I pray you a little, Ile but peruse this Letter and come straight. Pray you make hast, the meat staies for vs, and our stomack▪ Ready for the meat, for beleeue this, Drinke makes men hungry, or it makes them lie, And he thats drunke ore night, ith mornings dry, Seene and approued.