Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.84 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Would he rise, And not be thundering threats against the Guise? You make amends for enmity to him, With ten parts more love, and desert of me; And as you make your hate to him, no let Of any love to me; no more bears he (Since you to me supply it) hate to you, Which reason and which justice is performed In Spirits ten parts more than fleshy men. To whose foresights our acts and thoughts lie open: And therefore since he saw the treachery Late practised by my brother Baligny, He would not honour his hand with the justice (As he esteems it) of his bloods revenge, To which my Sister needs would have him sworn, Before she would consent to marry him. O Baligny, who would believe there were A man, that (only since his looks are raised Upwards, and have but sacred heaven in sight) Could bear a mind so more than devilish? As for the painted glory of the countenance, Flitting in Kings, doth good for nought esteem, And the more ill he does, the better seem. we easily may believe it, since we see In this world's practice few men better be. justice to live doth nought but justice need, But Policy must still on mischief feed. Untruth for all his ends, truth's name doth sue in; None safely live, but those that study ruin. A good man happy, is a common good; Ill men advanced live of the common blood. But this thy brother's spirit startles me, These spirits seld or never haunting men, But some mishap ensues. Ensue what can: Tyrants may kill, but never hurt a man; All to his good makes, spite of death and hell. All the desert of good, renown your Highness. Welcome Aumall. My good friend, friendly welcome. How took my noblest mistress the changed news? It came too late sir, for those loveliest eyes (Through which a soul looked so divinely loving, Tears nothing uttering her distress enough) She wept quite out, and like two falling Stars Their dearest sights quite vanished with her tears. All good forbid it. What events are these? All must be borne my Lord: and yet this chance Would willingly enforce a man to cast off All power to bear with comfort, since he sees In this, our comforts made our miseries. How strangely thou art loved of both the sexes; Yet thou lov'st neither, but the good of both. In love of women, my affection first Takes fire out of the frail parts of my blood; Which till I have enjoyed, is passionate, Like other lovers: but fruition past, I then love out of judgement; the desert Of her I love, still sticking in my heart, Though the desire, and the delight be gone, Which must chance still, since the comparison Made upon trial twixt what reason loves, And what affection, makes in me the best Ever preferred; what most love, valuing lest. Thy love being judgement then, and of the mind, Marry thy worthiest mistress now being blind.
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509 words · 653 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.840 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Would he rise, And not be thundring threates against the Guise? You make amends for enmitie to him, With tenne parts more loue, and desert of mee; And as you make your hate to him, no let Of any loue to mee; no more beares hee (Since you to me supply it) hate to you, Which reason and which Iustice is perform'd In Spirits tenne parts more then fleshy men. To whose fore-sights our acts and thoughts lie open: And therefore since hee saw the treacherie Late practis'd by my brother Baligny, Hee would not honor his hand with the iustice (As hee esteemes it) of his blouds reuenge, To which my Sister needes would haue him sworne, Before she would consent to marry him. O Baligny, who would beleeue there were A man, that (onely since his lookes are rais'd Vpwards, and haue but sacred heauen in sight) Could beare a minde so more then diuellish? As for the painted glory of the countenance, Flitting in Kings, doth good for nought esteeme, And the more ill hee does, the better seeme. Wee easily may beleeue it, since we see In this worlds practise few men better be. Iustice to liue doth nought but Iustice neede, But Policie must still on mischiefe feede. Vntruth for all his ends, truths name doth sue in; None safely liue, but those that study ruine. A good man happy, is a common good; Ill men aduanc'd liue of the common bloud. But this thy brothers spirit startles mee, These spirits seld or neuer hanting men, But some mishap ensues. Ensue what can: Tyrants may kill, but neuer hurt a man; All to his good makes, spight of death and hell. All the desert of good, renowne your Highnesse. Welcome Aumall. My good friend, friendly welcome. How tooke my noblest mistresse the chang'd newes? It came too late sir, for those loueliest eyes (Through which a soule look't so diuinely louing, Teares nothing vttering her distresse enough) She wept quite out, and like two falling Starres Their dearest sights quite vanisht with her teares. All good forbid it. What euents are these? All must be borne my Lord: and yet this chance Would willingly enforce a man to cast off All power to beare with comfort, since hee sees In this, our comforts made our miseries. How strangely thou art lou'd of both the sexes; Yet thou lou'st neyther, but the good of both. In loue of women, my affection first Takes fire out of the fraile parts of my bloud; Which till I haue enioy'd, is passionate, Like other louers: but fruition past▪ I then loue out of iudgement; the desert Of her I loue, still sticking in my heart, Though the desire, and the delight be gone, Which must chance still, since the comparison Made vpon tryall twixt what reason loues, And what affection, makes in mee the best Euer preferd; what most loue, valuing lest. Thy loue being iudgement then, and of the minde, Marry thy worthiest mistresse now being blinde.