Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 6 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.88 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Why I'll tell you sir what she is, if you do not know. No not I, I protest. Why 'tis your sister. How! my sister? Yes, your eldest sister. Now God bless the man, he had better choose a wench that has been borne and bred in an alley, her tongue is a perpetual motion, Thought is not so swift as it is; and for pride, the woman that had her Ruff poked by the devil, is but a Puritan to her, thou couldst never have fastened thy affection on a worse subject, she'll flout faster than a court-waiting woman in progress, any man that comes in the way of honesty does she set her mark upon, that is, a villainous left; for she is a kind of Poetess, and will make Ballads upon the calves of your legs: I pray thee let her alone, she'll never make a good wife for any man unless it be a Leather dresser; for perhaps he, in time, may turn her. Thou hast a Privilege to utter this, But by my life my own blood could not scape A chastisement for thus profaning her, Whose virtues sits above men's calumnies, Had mine own brother spoke thus liberally, My fury should have taught him better manners. No more words as you fear a challenge. I may tell thee in thine ear, I am glad to hear what I do; I pray God send her no worse husband, nor he no worse wife: do you hear love, will you take your Cloak and Rapier, and walk abroad into some wholesome air? I do much fear thy infection, good council I see will do no good on thee, but pursue the end, and to thy thoughts, I'll prove a faithful friend. Here's a spacious room to walk in, sirrah set down the candle, and fetch us up a quart of hippocras, and so we'll part. Nay faith Son, we'll have a pottle, let's ne'er be covetous in our young days. A pottle sirrah, do you hear? Yes sir, you shall. How now Wench! how dost? Faith I am somewhat sick, yet I should be well enough if I had a new gown. Why here's my hand, within these three days thou shalt have one. And will you (son) remember me for a new forepart, by my troth, my old one is worn so bare, I am ashamed anybody should see't. Why, did I ever fail of my promise? No in sincerity didst thou not. here's a cup of rich hippocras. Here sister, mother, and master Pursnet; nay good sir, be not so dejected, for by this wine, tomorrow I will send you stuff for a new suit, and as much as shall line you a cloak clean through. I thank you, and shall study to deserve. Here boy, fill, and hang that eurmogin that's good for nobody but himself.
nodes 181–208 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 47 in this edition
Length
483 words · 631 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.879 (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)
Why Ile tell you sir what she is, if you do not know. No not I, I protest. Why t'is your sister. How! my sister? Yes, your eldest sister. Now God blesse the man, he had better chuse a wench that has been borne and bred in an alley, her tongue is a perpetuall motion, Thought is not so swift as it is; and for pride, the woman that had her Ruffe poak'd by the diuell, is but a Puritan to her, thou could'st neuer haue fastned thy affection on a worse subiect, shee'l flowt faster then a court-waiting woman in progresse, any man that comes in the way of honesty does she set her marke vpon, that is, a villainous leaft; for she is a kinde of Poetesse, and will make Ballads vpon the calues of your legges: I pre thee let her alone, shee'l neuer make a good wife for any man vnlesse it be a Leather dresser; for perhaps he, in time, may turne her. Thou hast a Priuiledge to vtter this, But by my life my owne bloud could not scape A chasticement for thus prophaning her, Whose vertues sits aboue mens calumnies, Had mine owne brother spoke thus liberally, My fury should haue taught him better manners. No more words as you feare a challenge. I may tell thee in thine eare, I am glad to heare what I do; I pray God send her no worse husband, nor he no worse wife: do you heare loue, will you take your Cloak and Rapier, and walke abroad into some wholesome aire? I do much feare thy infection, good councell I see will do no good on thee, but pursue the end, and to thy thoughts, Ile proue a faithfull friend. Here's a spacious roome to walke in, sirra set downe the candle, and fetch vs vp a quart of Ipocras, and so wee'l part. Nay faith Sonne, wee'l haue a pottle, let's ne'r be couetous in our yong dayes. A pottle sirra, doe you heare? Yes sir, you shall. How now Wench! how dost? Faith I am somewhat sicke, yet I should be well enough if I had a new gowne. Why heere's my hand, within these three dayes thou shalt haue one. And will you (sonne) remember me for a new fore-part, by my troth, my old one is worne so bare, I am asham'd any body should see't. Why, did I euer faile of my promise? No in sinceritie didst thou not. Heere's a cup of rich Ipocras. Here sister, mother, and master Pursnet; nay good sir, be not so deiected, for by this wine, to morrow I will send you stuffe for a new suite, and as much as shall line you a cloake cleane through. I thanke you, and shall study to deserue. Heere boy, fill, and hang that eurmogin that's good for no body but himselfe.