Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 19 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.75 · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
This same plain dealing is a jewel in thee. And let me enjoy that jewel, for I love plain dealing with my heart. thou'rt a good wench i'faith, I should never be ashamed to call thee sister, though thou shouldst marry a Broomeman: but your lover methinks is over tedious. No, look ye sir, could you wish a man to come better upon his q, let us withdraw. Close, close, for the prosecution of the plot, wench, See he prepares. Silence. The Sun is yet wrapped in Aurora's arms, And lulled with her delight, forgets his creatures: Awake thou god of heat, I call thee up, and task thee for thy slowness; Point all thy beams through yonder flaring glass, And raise a beauty brighter than thy self; Musicians, give to each Instrument a tongue, To breath sweet music in the ears of her To whom I send it as a messenger. Sir, your music is so good, that I must say I like it; but the Bringer so ill welcome, that I could be content to lose it: if you played for money, there 'tis; if for love, here's none; if for goodwill, I thank you, and when you will you may be gone, Leave me not entranced: sing not my death, Thy voice is able to make Satires tame, And call rough winds to her obedience. Sir, sir, our ears itch not for flattery, here you besiege my window, that I dare not put forth myself to take the gentle Air, but you are in the fields, and volley out your woes, your plaints, your loves, your injuries. Since you have heard, and know them, give redress, True beauty never yet was merciless. Sir, rest thus satisfied, my mind was never woman, never altered, nor shall it now begin: So fare you well. 'sfoot, she plays the terrible tyrannising Tamberlaine over him, this it is to turn Turk, from a most absolute complete Gentleman, to a most absurd ridiculous and fond lover. Oh, when a woman knows the power and authority of her eye. Fie upon her, she's good for nothing then, no more than a jade that knows his own strength: The window is clasped, now brother, pursue your project, and deliver your friend from the tyranny of my domineering sister. Do you hear, you drunkard in love, come in to us and be ruled, you would little think, that the wench that talked so scurvily out of the window there, is more enamoured on thee than thou on her: nay, look you now, see if he turn not away slighting our good council: I am no Christian if she do not sigh, whine, and grow sick for thee: look you sir, I will bring you in good witness against her.
nodes 702–728 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 47 in this edition
Length
464 words · 606 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.753 (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)
This same plaine dealing is a Iewell in thee. And let mee enioy that Iewell, for I loue plaine dealing with my heart. Tha'rt a good wench yfaith, I should neuer be ashamed to call thee sister, though thou shouldst marry a Broomeman: but your louer me thinkes is ouer tedious. No, looke ye sir, could you wish a man to come better vpon his q, let vs withdraw. Close, close, for the prosecution of the plot, wench, See he prepares. Silence. The Sunne is yet wrapt in Auroras armes, And lull'd with her delight, forgets his creatures: Awake thou god of heate, I call thee vp, and taske thee for thy slownesse; Poynt all thy beames through yonder flaring glasse, And raise a beauty brighter then thy sfe; Musitions, giue to each Instrument a tongue, To breathe sweete musicke in the eares of her To whom I send it as a messenger. Sir, your musicke is so good, that I must say I like it; but the Bringer so ill welcome, that I could be content to loose it: if you plaid for mony, there 'tis; if for loue, heere's none; if for goodwill, I thanke you, and when you will you may be gone, Leaue me not intranc'd: sing not my death, Thy voyce is able to make Satires tame, And call rough windes to her obedience. Sir, sir, our eares itch not for flattery, heere you besiege my window, that I dare not put forth my selfe to take the geatle Ayre, but you are in the fieldes, and volley out your woes, your plaints, your loues, your iniuries. Since you haue heard, and know them, giue redresse, True beauty neuer yet was mercilesse. Sir, rest thus satisfied, my minde was neuer woman, neuer alter'd, nor shall it now beginne: So fare you well. Sfoot, she playes the terrible tyrannizing Tamberlaine ouer him, this it is to turne Turke, from a most absolute compleate Gentleman, to a most absurd ridiculous and fond louer. Oh, when a woman knowes the power and authoritie of her eie. Fie vpon her, shee's good for nothing then, no more then a iade that knowes his owne strength: The windowe is clasped, now brother, pursue your proiect, and deliuer your friend from the tyranny of my domineering sister. Doe you heare, you drunkard in loue, come in to s and be ruled, you would little think, that the wench that talked so souruily out of the window there, is more inamored on thee then thou on her: nay, looke you now, see if hee turne not away slighting our good councell: I am no Christian if shee doe not sigh, whine, and grow sicke for thee: looke you sir, I will bring you in good witnesse against her.