Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Widow's Tears · chunk 10 of 43

Chapman, George · published 1612 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 484 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

So her old grudge, stand not betwixt her and me. Fear not that. Presents are present cures for female grudges, Make bad, seem-good; alter the case with judges. SO now we are ourselves. Brother, that ill relished speech you let slip from your tongue, hath taken so deep hold of my thoughts, that they will never give me rest, till I be resolved what 'twas you said, you know, touching my wife. Tush: I am weary of this subject, I said not so. By truth itself you did: I overheard you. Come, it shall nothing move me, whatsoever it be; pray thee unfold briefly what you know. Why briefly Brother. I know my sister to be the wonder of the Earth; and the Envy of the Heavens. Virtuous, Loyal, and what not. Briefly, I know she hath vowed, that till death and after death, she'll hold inviolate her bonds to you, & that her black shall take no other hue; all which I firmly believe. In brief Brother, I know her to be a woman. But you know brother, I have other irons on th'anvil. You shall not leave me so unsatisfied; tell me what 'tis you know. Why Brother; if you be sure of your wives loyalty for term of life: why should you be curious to search the Almanacs for aftertimes: whether some wandering Aeneas should enjoy your reversion; or whether your true Turtle would sit mourning on a withered branch, till Atropos cut her throat: Beware of curiosity, for who can resolve you? you'll say perhaps her vow. Perhaps I shall. Tush, herself knows not what she shall do, when she is transformed into a Widow. You are now a sober and stayed Gentleman. But if Diana for your curiosity should translate you into a monkey; do you know what gambols you should play? your only way to be resolved is to die and make trial of her. A dear experiment, than I must rise again to be resolved. You shall not need. I can send you speedier advertisement of her constancy, by the next Ripier that rides that way with Mackerel. And so I leave you. All the Furies in hell attend thee; has given me a Bone to tire on with a pestilence; slight know? What can he know? what can his eye observe More than mine own, or the most piercing sight That ever viewed her? by this light I think Her privat'st thought may dare the eye of heaven, And challenge th'envious world to witness it. I know him for a wild corrupted youth, Whom profane Ruffians, Squires to Bawds, & Strumpets, Drunkards, spewed out of Taverns, intoth' sinks Of Tap-houses, and Stews, Revolts from manhood; Debauched perdu's, have by their companies Turned Devil like themselves, and stuffed his soul With damned opinions, and unhallowed thoughts Of womanhood, of all humanity, Nay Deity itself. WElcome friend Lycus.
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PlayThe Widow's Tears
AuthorChapman, George
Publication year (edition)1612
First performance / composition (Annals)1604 [1604-1605]
First performance (BritDrama)1605 [1603-1605]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
TheaterBlackfriars;Whitefriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 699 · TCP A18426 · DEEP 577
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 251–281 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 43 in this edition
Length484 words · 662 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants at 0.743
Other seedsseed 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)
So her old grudge, stand not betwixt her and me. Feare not that. Presents are present cures for femall grudges, Make bad, seeme-good; alter the case with Iudges. SO now we are our selues. Brother, that ill relisht speech you let slip from your tongue, hath taken so deepe hold of my thoughts, that they will neuer giue me rest, till I be resolu'd what 'twas you said, you know, touching my wife. Tush: I am wearie of this subiect, I said not so. By truth it selfe you did: I ouer-heard you. Come, it shall nothing moue me, whatsoeuer it be; pray thee vnfold briefly what you know. Why briefly Brother. I know my sister to be the wonder of the Earth; and the Enuie of the Heauens. Vertuous, Loiall, and what not. Briefly, I know shee hath vow'd, that till death and after death, sheele hold inuiolate her bonds to you, & that her black shal take no other hew; all which I firmely beleeue. In briefe Brother, I know her to be a woman. But you know brother, I haue other yrons on th'anuile. You shall not leaue mee so vnsatisfied; tell mee what tis you know. Why Brother; if you be sure of your wiues loialtie for terme of life: why should you be curious to search the Almanacks for after-times: whether some wandring Aeneas should enioy your reuersion; or whether your true Turtle would sit mourning on a wither'd branch, till Atropos cut her throat: Beware of curiositie, for who can resolue you? youle say perhaps her vow. Perhaps I shall. Tush, her selfe knowes not what shee shall doe, when shee is transform'd into a Widdow. You are now a sober and staid Gentleman. But if Diana for your curiositie should translate you into a monckey; doe you know what gambolds you should play? your only way to bee resolu'd is to die and make triall of her. A deare experiment, then I must rise againe to bee resolu'd. You shall not neede. I can send you speedier aduertisement of her constancie, by the next Ripier that rides that way with Mackerell. And so I leaue you. All the Furies in hell attend thee; has giuen me a Bone to tire on with a pestilence; slight know? What can he know? what can his eie obserue More then mine owne, or the most piersing sight That euer viewed her? by this light I thinke Her priuat'st thought may dare the eie of heauen, And challenge th'enuious world to witnesse it. I know him for a wild corrupted youth, Whom prophane Ruffins, Squires to Bawds, & Strumpets, Drunkards, speud out of Tauerns, into'th sinkes Of Tap-houses, and Stewes, Reuolts from manhood; Debaucht perdu's, haue by their companies Turn'd Deuill like themselues, and stuft his soule With damn'd opinions, and vnhallowed thoughts Of womanhood, of all humanitie, Nay Deitie it selfe. WElcome friend Lycus.