Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 20 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.82 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Sir, you're my brothers friend, and I'll be plain with you, you do not take the course to win my sister, but indirectly go about the bush: you come and fiddle here, and keep a coil in verse: hold off your hat, and beg to kiss her hand, which makes her proud. But to be short, in two lines thus it is: Who most doth love, must seem most to neglect it, For those that show most love, are least respected. A good observation by my faith. Well this instruction comes too late now, Stand you close, and let me prosecute my invention, Sister, O sister, wake, arise sister. How now brother, why call you with such terror? How can you sleep so sound, and hear such groans, So horrid and so tedious to the ear, That I was frighted hither by the sound? O sister, here lies a Gentleman that loved you too dearly, And himself too ill, as by his death appears, I can report no further without tears; Assist me now. When he came first, death startled in his eyes, His hand had not forsook the dagger hilt, But still he gave it strength, as if he feared He had not sent it home unto his heart. Enough, enough, If you will have me live, give him no name, Suspicion tells me 'tis my Geraldine: But be it whom it will, I'll come to him, To suffer death as resolute as he. Did not I tell you 'twould take, down sir down. I guess what you'd have me do. O for a little blood to besprinkle him. No matter for blood, I'll not suffer her to come near him, till the plot have ta'en his full height. A scarf o'er my face, left I betray myself. Here, here, lie still, she comes, Now Mercurie, be propitious. Where lies this spectacle of blood? This tragic Scene. Yonder lies Geraldine. O let me see him with his face of death! Why do you stay me from my Geraldine? Because, unworthy as thou art, thou shalt not see The man now dead, whom living thou didst scorn, The worst part that he had, deserved thy best, But yet contemned, deluded, mocked, despised by you, Unfit for aught but for the general mark Which you were made for, man's creation. Burst not my heart before I see my Love, Brother, upon my knees I beg your leave, That I may see the wound of Geraldine, I will embalm his body with my tears, And carry him unto his sepulchre, From whence I'll never rise, but be interred In the same dust he shall be buried in. I do protest she draws sad tears from me, I pray thee let her see her Geraldine. Brother, if e'er you loved me as a sister, Deprive me not the sight of Geraldine. Well, I am contented you shall touch his lips, But neither see his face nor yet his wound,
nodes 729–783 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 47 in this edition
Length
496 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.817 (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)
Sir, y'are my brothers friend, and I'le be plaine with you, you doe not take the course to winne my sister, but indirectly goe about the bush: you come and siddle heere, and keepe a coile in verse: holde off your hatte, and beg to kisse her hand, which makes her prowd. But to bee short, in two lines thus it is: Who most doth loue, must seeme most to neglect it, For those that shew most loue, are least respected. A good obseruation by my faith. Well this instruction comes too late now, Stand you close, and let me prosecute my inuention, Sister, O sister, wake, arise sister. How now brother, why call you with such terrour? How can you sleepe so sound, and heare such groanes, So horride and so tedious to the eare, That I was frighted hither by the sound? O sister, heere lies a Gentleman that lou'd you too deerely, And himselfe too ill, as by his death appeares, I can report no further without teares; Assist me now. When he came first, death startled in his eyes, His hand had not forsooke the dagger hilt, But still he gaue it strength, as if he feard He had not sent it home vnto his heart. Enough, enough, If you will haue me liue, giue him no name, Suspition tells me 'tis my Geraldine: But be it whom it will, I'le come to him, To suffer death as resolute as he. Did not I tell you 'twould take, downe sir downe. I ghesse what y'ould haue me doe. O for a little bloud to besprinckle him. No matter for blood, I'le not suffer her to come neare him, till the plot haue tane his full height. A scarffe ore my face, left I betray my selfe. Heere, heere, lie still, she comes, Now Mereurie, be propitious. Where lies this spectacle of blood? This tragicke Sceane. Yonder lies Geraldine. O let me see him with his face of death! Why doe you stay me from my Geraldine? Because, vnworthy as thou art, thou shalt not see The man now dead, whom liuing thou didst scorne, The worst part that he had, deseru'd thy best, But yet contemn'd, deluded, mock'd, despisde by you, Vnfit for aught but for the generall marke Which you were made for, mans creation. Burst not my heart before I see my Loue, Brother, vpon my knees I begge your leaue, That I may see the wound of Geraldine, I will embalme his body with my teares, And carry him vnto his sepulcher, From whence I'le neuer rise, but be interr'd In the same dust he shall be buried in. I doe protest shee drawes sad teares from me, I pre thee let her see her Geraldine. Brother, if e're you lou'd me as a sister, Depriue me not the sight of Geraldine. Well, I am contented you shall touch his lippes, But neither see his face nor yet his wound,