Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Widow's Tears · chunk 36 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 · 495 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.

Well brother, youhave the most rare, admirable, unmatchable wife, that ever suffered for the sin of a husband. I cannot blame your confidence indeed now: 'tis built on such infallible ground; Lycus I think be gone to call you to the rescue of her life; why she! O incomprehensible! I have heard all related since my arrival, we'll meet tomorrow. What haste brother? But was it related with what untolerable pains, I and my Mistress, her other friends, Matrons and Magistrates, laboured her diversion from that course? Yes, yes. What streams of tears she poured out; what tresses of her hair she tore! and offered on your supposed hearse! I have heard all. But above all; how since that time, her eyes never harboured wink of slumber, these six days; no nor tasted the least dram of any sustenance. How is that assured? Not a scruple. Are you sure there came no Soldier to her nor brought her victuals? Soldier? what Soldier? Why some Soldier of the watch, that attends the executed bodies: well brother I am in haste; tomorrow shall supply this night's defect of conference; Adieu. A Soldier? of the watch? bring her victuals? Go to brother I have you in the wind; he's unharnessed of all his travailing accoutrements. I came directly from's house, no word of him there; he knows the whole relation; he's passionate: All collections speak he was the Soldier. What should be the riddle of this? that he is stolen hither into a soldiers disguise? he should have stayed at Dipolis to receive news from us. Whether he suspected our relation; or had not patience to expect it, or whether that furious, frantic capricious Devil jealousy hath tossed him hither on his horns, I can not conjecture. But the case is clear, he's the Soldier. Sister, look to your fame, your chastity's uncovered. Are they here still? here believe it both most woefully weeping over the bottle. Who's there. Tharsalio, open. Alas Sir, 'tis no boot to vex your sister, and yourself, she is desperate, & will not hear persuasion, she's very weak. Here's a true-bred chambermaid. Alas, I am sorry for't; I have brought her meat and Candian wine to strengthen her. O the very naming an't, will drive her into a swoon; good Sir forbear. Yet open sweet, that I may bless mine eyes with sight of her fair shrine; and of thy sweetest self (her famous panderess) open I say. Sister? you hear me well, paint not your Tomb without; we know too well what rotten carcases are lodged within; open I say. Ero opens, and he sees her head laid on the coffin, etc. Sister I have brought you tidings to wake you out of this sleeping mummery. Alas she's faint, and speech is painful to her. Well said frubber, was there no Soldier here lately? A Soldier? when? This night, last night, other night; and I know not how many nights and days.
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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 1144–1166 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 36 of 43 in this edition
Length495 words · 679 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants at 0.794
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T46 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Well brother, y'haue the most rare, admirable, vnmatchable wife, that euer suffer'd for the sinne of a husband. I cannot blame your confidence indeede now: 'tis built on such infallible ground; Lycus I thinke be gone to call you to the rescue of her life; why shee! O incomprehensible! I haue heard all related since my arriuall, weele meet to morrow. What hast brother? But was it related with what vntollerable paines, I and my Mistris, her other friends, Matrones and Magistrates, labour'd her diuersion from that course? Yes, yes. What streams of teares she powr'd out; what tresses of her haire she tore! and offer'd on your suppos'd herse! I haue heard all. But aboue all; how since that time, her eies neuer harbour'd winck of slumber, these sixe daies; no nor tasted the least dramme of any sustenance. How is that assurd? Not a scruple. Are you sure there came no Souldier to her nor brought her victualls? Souldier? what Souldier? Why some Souldier of the watch, that attends the executed bodies: well brother I am in hast; to morrow shall supply this nights defect of conference; Adieu. A Souldier? of the watch? bring her victualls? Goe to brother I haue you in the winde; hee's vnharnest of all his trauailing accoutrements. I came directly from's house, no word of him there; he knowes the whole relation; hee's passionate: All collections speake he was the Souldier. What should be the riddle of this? that he is stolne hether into a Souldiers disguise? he should haue staid at Dipolis to receiue news from vs. Whether he suspected our relation; or had not patience to expect it, or whether that furious, frantique capricious Deuill iealousie hath tost him hether on his hornes, I can not coniecture. But the case is cleare, hee's the Souldier. Sister, looke to your fame, your chastetie's vncouer'd. Are they here still? here beleeue it both most wofully weeping ouer the bottle. Who's there. Tharsalio, open. Alas Sir, tis no boote to vexe your sister, and your selfe, she is desperate, & will not heare perswasion, she's very weak. Here's a true-bred chamber-maid. Alas, I am sorrie for't; I haue brought her meat and Candian wine to strengthen her. O the very naming an't, will driue her into a swowne; good Sir forbeare. Yet open sweet, that I may blesse mine eies with sight of her faire shrine; and of thy sweetest selfe (her famous Pandresse) open I say. Sister? you heare me well, paint not your Tomb without; wee know too well what rotten carcases are lodg'd within; open I say. Ero opens, and hee sees her head layd on the coffin, &c. Sister I haue brought you tidings to wake you out of this sleeping mummerie. Alas shee's faint, and speech is painefull to her. Well said frubber, was there no Souldier here lately? A Souldier? when? This night, last night, tother night; and I know not how many nights and daies.