Heywood, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1603 [Feb 12-Mar 6, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Worcester's Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.84 · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
How: Mountford with his sister hand in hand, What Miracles afoot? It is a sight Begets in me much admiration. Stand not amazed to see me thus attended, Acton I owe thee money, and being unable To bring thee the full sum to ready coin, Lo for thy more assurance here's a pawn. My sister, my deere Sister, whose chast hone I prize above a Million: here, nay take her, she's worth your money man, do not foretake her. I would he were in earnest. Impute it not to my immodesty, My Brother being rich in nothing else But in his interest that he hath in me, According to his poverty hath brought you Me, all her store, whom howsoe'er you prize As forfeit to your hand, he values 〈…〉, And would not sell, but to acquit your 〈◊〉 For any Emperor's ransom. Stern heart, relent Thy former cruelty, at length repent; Was ever known in any former age, Such honourable wrested courtesy, Lands, honours, lines, and all the world forgot Rather than stand engaged to such a foe. Acton she is too poor to be thy Bride, And I to much opposed to be thy brother, There take her to thee, if thou hast the heart To seize her as a Rape or lustful prey, To blur our house that never yet was stained, To murder her that never meant thee harm, To kill me now whom once thou savedst from death, Do them at once on her, all these rely And perish with her spotted chastity. You overcome me in your love sir Charles, I cannot be so cruel to a Lady I love so dearly, since you have not spared To engage your reputation to the world, Your sister honour which you prize so dear, Nay, all the comforts which you hold on earth To grow out of my debt being your foe, Your honoured thoughts, do thus I recompense Your metamorphisd foe, receives your gift In satisfaction of all former wrongs. This jewel I will wear, here in my heart, And where before I thought her for her wants Too base to be my Bride, to end all strife, I seal you my dear brother, her my wife. You still exceed us, I will yield to fate, And learn to love, where I till now did hate. With that enchantment you have charmed my soul, And made me rich even in those very words, I pay no debt but am indebted more Rich in your love I never can be poor Alas mine is yours, we are alike in state, Let's knit in love what was proposed in hate; Come, for our Nuptials we will strait provide, Blessed only in our brother and fair bride. Why do you search each room about your house. Now that you have dispatched your wife away?
nodes 1599–1659 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 33 in this edition
Length
476 words · 592 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.844 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
How: Mountford with his sister hand in hand, What Miracles a foot? It is a sight Begets in me much admiration. Stand not amasd to see me thus attended, Acton I owe thee mony, and being vnable To bring thee the full summe o ready coyne, Loe for thy more assurance heres a pawne. My sister, my deere Sister, whose chast hone I prise aboue a Million: here, nay take her, Shees worth your mony man, do not fortake her. I would he were in earnest. Impute it not to my immodesty, My Brother being rich in nothing else But in his interest that he hath in me, According to his pouerty hath brought you Me, all hir store, whom howsoere you prise As forfeit to your hand, he valewes , And would not sell, but to acquit your For any Emperors ransome. Sterne hart, relent Thy former cruelty, at length repent; Was euer knowne in any former age, Such honorable wresd curtesie, Lands, honors, lines, and all the world forgo Rather then stand ingagde to such a foe. Acton she is too poor to be thy Bride, And I to much apposd to be thy brother, There take her to thee, if thou hast the hart To ceize her as a Rape or lustfull prey, To blur our house that neuer yet was staind, To murder her that neuer meant thee harme, To kill me now whom once thou sauedst from death, Do them at once on her, all these reli And perish with her spotted chastity. You ouercome me in your loue sir Charles, I cannot be so cruell to a Lady I loue so derely, since you haue not spard To engage your reputation to the world, Your sister honor which you prise so deere, Nay, all the comforts which you hold on earth To grow out of my debt being your foe, Your honored thoughts, oe thus I recompence Your metamorphisd foe, receiues your guist In satisfaction of all former wrongs This Iewell I will weare, here in my hart, And where before I thought her for her wants Too base to be my Bride, to end all strife, I seale you my deere brother, her my wife. You still exceede vs, I will yeeld to fate, And learne to loue, where I till now did hate. With that inchantment you haue charmd my soule, And made me rich euen in those very words, I pay no debt but am indebted more Rich in your loue I neuer can be poore Alas mine is yours, we are alike in state, Lets knit in love what was proposd in hate; Come, for our Nuptials we will straite prouide, Blest onely in our brother and faire bride. Why do you search each roome about your house. Now that you haue dispatcht you wife away?