Heywood, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1603 [Feb 12-Mar 6, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Worcester's Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
He would not shrink to spend a thousand pound, To give the Mountford's name so deep a wound A thousand pound, I but five hundred owe, Grant him your bed, he'll paid with interest so. Oh brother: O sister only this one way, With that rich jewel you my debts may pay, In speaking this my cold heart shakes with shame, Nor do I woo you in a Brother's name, But in a stranger's: shall I die in debt To Acton my grand foe, and you still wear The precious jewel that he holds so dear? My honour I esteem as dear and precious, As my redemption. I esteem you sister. As dear, for so dear prizing it. Will Charles Have me cut of my hands, and send them Acton: Rip up my breast, and with my bleeding heart, Present him as a token. Neither Iane: But hear me in my strange assertion, Thy honour and my soul are equal in my regard, Nor will thy Brother Charles survive thy shame, His kindness like a burden hath surcharged me, And under his good deeds I stooping go, Not with an upright soul: had I remained In prison still, there doubtless I had died: Then unto him that freed me from that prison, Still do I owe that life: what moved my foe To enfranchise me? 'twas sister for your love? With full five hundred pounds he bought your love, And shall he not enjoy it? Shall the weight Of all this heavy burden lean on me, And will not you bear part? you did partake The joy of my release, will you not stand In joint bond bound to satisfy the debt, Shall I be only charged? But that I know These arguments come from an honoured mind, As in your most extremity of need, Scorning to stand in debt to one you hate, Nay rather would engage your unstained honour, Than to be held ingrate, I should condemn you, I see your resolution, and assent, So Charles will have me, and I am content. For this I tricked you up. But here's a knife, to save mine honour, shall slice out my life. I know thou pleasest me a thousand times More in that resolution than thy grant: Observe her love to soothe them in my suit, Her honour she will hazard though not loose, To bring me out of debt, her rigorous hand Will pierce her hart: Oh wonder, that will chie Rather than stain her blood, her life to lose. Come, you sad sister to a woeful brother, This is the gate: I'll bear him such a present, Such an acquittance for the knight to seal As will amaze his senses, and surprise With admiration all his fantasies. Before his unchaste thoughts shall seize on me, 'tis here shall my imprisoned soul set free.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
He would not shrinke to spend a thousand pound, To giue the Montfords name so deep a wound A thousand pound, I but fiue hundred owe, Grant him your bed, hee paid with interest so. Oh brother: O sister onely this one way, With that rich Iewell you my debts may pay, In speaking this my cold hart shakes with shame, Nor do I wooe you in a Brothers name, But in a strangers: shall I die in debt To Acton my grand foe, and you still weare The pretious Iewell that he holds so deere? My honor I esteeme as deere and pretious, As my redemption. I esteeme you sister. As deere, for so deere prizing it. Will Charles Haue me cut of my hands, and send them Acton: Rip vp my breast, and with my bleeding hart, Present him as a token. Neither Iane: But heare me in my strange assertion, Thy honor and my soule are equall in my regard, Nor will thy Brother Charles suruyue thy shame, His kindnesse like a burden hath surcharged me, And vnder his good deedes I stooping go, Not with an vpright soule: had I remaind In prison stil, there doublesse I had dyed: Then vnto him that freed me from that prison, Still do I owe that life: what mou`d my foe To infranchife me? Twas sister for your loue? With full fiue hundred pounds he bought your loue, And shall he not inioy it? Shall the waight Of all this heauy burden leane on me, And will not you beare part? you did pertake The ioy of my release, will you not stand In ioynt bond bound to satisfie the debt, Shall I be onely charged? But that I know These arguments come from an honord mind, As in your most extremity of need, Scorning to stand in debt to one you hate, Nay rather would ingage your vnstaind honor, Then to be held ingrate, I should condem you, I see your resolution, and assent, So Charles will haue me, and I am content. For this I trickt you vp. But heres a knife, to saue mine honor, shall slice out my life. I know thou pleasest me a thousand times More in that resolution then thy grant: Obserue her loue to sooth them in my suite, Her honor she will hazzard though not loose, To bring me out of debt, her rigorous hand Will pierce her hart: Oh wonder, that will chie Rather then staine her bloud, her life to loose. Come, you sad sister to a wofull brother, This is the gate: Ile beare him such a present, Such an acquittance for the knight to seale As will amaze his senses, and surprize With admiration all his fantasies. Before his vnchast thoughts shal seize on me, Tis here shall my imprisoned soule set free.