Armin, Robert · published 1609 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.71 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Marvel not, at leisure I will tell thee all, His late return, the trick to place him here, My stay, and his continuing in this house, which Known, thou wilt no sin account, to keep our own. O you prophetic Fairies, how dally you, In concaves of our hearts, shamed at my error I thought for ever to be from your sight, But thinking, truth was blinded, I forethought Some following business, thus I altered Coming as one disguised to save her life, damned for that fact. My life? You must be poisoned at this feast, 'tis I must do the deed, o mother, How are you blessed in my return from travel, I that to light bring your offence, so thought, Must be the pardon at your judgement brought. Ah me. No more, much secrecy calls on us, Acquaint me with my father, plead my guilt. We shall with cunning so unfold this business, That our hopes shall strengthen as they perish, No idle practice, but a serious toil, Must bring home conquest from this long wished spoil. If I lock up this treason, let me perish, No sir, my breast is yet an uncorrupt and holy house, That harbours in it, nought but honesty, and to do This wrong to my patron, per deum atque hominem fidem. No matter if you tell it now, 'tis done, finis men Say, concludes the ancient work, and this Though newly done, cries so be it. If keep secrets, can be but offence, and so 'tis now, May be, I lose my place, but there's a friend which Turning calls detraction, at his heels lives hope, Whose cunning quickness every fault to favour. Why true, and we shall as we may excuse it, 'twas a deed done in welch, you understood it not. Let me alone to buckler thee sir Henry. Can ye ward yourself? This was a pass, 'twas fencer's play, and for the after veny, let me use my skill. however girl, thou art my daughter now, What thou shalt lose in father, from thy own, Thou uncontrolled shalt find as much in his, And I am he. And I acknowledge both this in my Lord, my head, my husband, at whose bed I am obedient, at whose board I am obedient: all in all, I am the wife of Filbon, whose rough Welsh, hath got a constering English, parse it boy, Nouns, Pronouns, Verbs, Adverbs, and God give thee joy. With vocative o, your father hears it. And ablative caret, takes his daughter. Then in pluraliter, ah has a son. So singular and plural all is done. If ever you were swift be nimble now, what hay married, tide this knot? ay, and the earnest blow given, fear it not. Sir, I have set my hand to't, sealed the deed, Pray God it cancel not in me.
nodes 1571–1623 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 33 in this edition
Length
478 words · 635 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.710 (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)
Maruell not, at leasure I will tell thee all, His late returne, the tricke to place him here, My stay, and his continuing in this house, which Knowne, thou wilt no sin account, to keep our owne. O you prophetique Fairies, how dally you, In concaues of our hearts, sham'd at my errour I thought for euer to be from your sight, But thinking, truth was blinded, I forethought Some following businesse, thus I altered Comming as one disguised to saue her life, Dam'd for that fact. My life? You must be poisoned at this feast, Tis I must do the deede, ô mother, How are you blest in my returne from trauell, I that to light bring your offence, so thought, Must be the pardon at your iudgement brought. Ah me. No more, much secrecie calles on vs, Acquaint me with my father, plead my guilt. We shall with cunning so vnfold this businesse, That our hopes shall strengthen as they perish, No idle practise, but a serious toile, Must bring home conquest from this long wisht spoile. If I lock vp this treason, let me perish, No sir, my breast is yet an vncorrupt and holy house, That harbors in it, nought but honestie, and to do This wrong to my patron, per deum atque hominem fidem. No matter if you tell it now, tis done, finis men Say, concludes the auncient worke, and this Though newly done, cries so be it. If keepe secrets, can be but offence, and so tis now, May be, I loose my place, but theres a friend which Turning calles detraction, at his heeles liues hope, Whose cunning quicknes euery fault to fauour. Why true, and we shall as we may excuse it, Twas a deede done in welch you vnderstood it not. Let me alone to buckler thee sir Henry. Can ye ward your selfe? This was a passe, twas Fencers play, and for the after venny, let me vse my skill. How euer girle, thou art my daughter now, What thou shalt loose in father, from thy owne, Thou vncontrold shalt find as much in his, And I am he. And I acknowledge both this in my Lord, my head, my husband, at whose bed I am obedient, at whose board I am obedient: all in all, I am the wife of Filbon, whose rough Welch, hath got a constering English, parse it boy, Nounes, Pronounes, Verbs, Aduerbs, and God giue thee ioy. With vocatiue ô, your father heares it. And ablatiue caret, takes his daughter. Then in pluraliter, ah has a sonne. So singular and plurall all is done. If euer you were swift be nimble now, what haye married, tide this knot? I, and the earnest blow giuen, feare it not. Sir, I haue set my hand to't, seal'd the deed, Pray God it cancell not in me.