Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 21 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.84 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Not see his face? Nay, I have sworn it to the contrary: Nay, hark you further yet. What now? But one kiss, no more. Why then no more. Marry this liberty I'll give you, If you intend to make my speech of repentance Over him, I am content, so it be short. What you command is Law, and I obey. Peace, give ear to the passion. Before I touch thy body, I implore Thy discontented ghost to be appeased: Send not unto me till I come myself: Then shalt thou know how much I honoured thee. O see the colour of his coral lip! Which in despite of death lives full and fresh, As when he was the beauty of his Sex: 'twere sin worthy the worst of plagues to leave thee: Not all the strength and policy of man Shall snatch me from thy bosom. Look, look, I think she'll ravish him. Why how now sister? Shall we have both one grave? here I am chained, Thunder nor Earthquakes shall shake me off. No? I'll try that, come dead man, awake, up with your bag and baggage, and let's have no more fooling. And lives my Geraldine? Live? faith I, Why should he not? he was never dead, That I know on. It is no wonder Geraldine should live, Though he had emptied all his vital spirits, The Lute of Orpheus spoke not half so sweet, When he descended to th'infernal vaults, To fetch again his fair Eurydice, As did thy sweet voice to Geraldine. I'll exercise that voice, since it doth please My better self, my constant Geraldine. Why so la, here's an end of an old Song, Why could not this have been done before I pray? O you're a goodly sister, this is your plot: Well, I shall live one day to requite you. Spare me not, for wheresoever I set my affection, although it be upon a collier, if I fall back, unless it be in the right kind, bind me to a stake, and let me be burned to death with charcoal. Well, thou art a mad wench, and there's no more to be done at this time, but as we brought you together, so to part you, you must not lie at rack and manger: there be those within, that will forbid the banes, Time must shake good Fortune by the hand, before you two must be great, specially you sister; come leave swearing. Must we then part? Must you part? why how think you? udsfoote, I do think we shall have as much to do to get her from him, as we had to bring her to him: this love of women is of a strange quality, and has more tricks than a juggler. But this, and then farewell. Thy company is heaven, thy absence hell. Lord who'd think it? Come wench. This ground is firm and even, I'll go no further.
nodes 784–835 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 47 in this edition
Length
490 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.839 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Not see his face? Nay, I haue sworne it to the contrary: Nay, harke you further yet. What now? But one kisse, no more. Why then no more. Marry this liberty I'le giue you, If you intend to make my speach of repentance Ouer him, I am content, so it be short. What you command is Law, and I obey. Peace, giue eare to the passion. Before I touch thy body, I implore Thy discontented ghost to be appeasde: Send not vnto me till I come my selfe: Then shalt thou know how much I honor'd thee. O see the colour of his corall lippe! Which in despight of death liues full and fresh, As when he was the beauty of his Sex: T'were sinne worthy the worst of plagues to leaue thee: Not all the strength and pollicie of man Shall snatch me from thy bosome. Looke, looke, I thinke shee'l rauish him. Why how now sister? Shall we haue both one graue? here I am chain'd, Thunder nor Earthquakes shall shake me off. No? I'le try that, come dead man, awake, vp with your bag and baggage, and let's haue no more fooling. And liue's my Geraldine? Liue? faith I, Why should he not? he was neuer dead, That I know on. It is no wonder Geraldine should liue, Tho he had emptied all his vitall spirites, The Lute of Orpheus spake not halfe so sweete, When he descended to th'mfernall vaults, To fetch againe his faire Euridice, As did thy sweete voyce to Geraldine. I'le exercise that voyce, since it doth please My better selfe, my constant Geraldine. Why so la, heere's an end of an old Song, Why could not this haue beene done before I pray? O y'are a goodly sister, this is your plot: Well, I shall liue one day to requite you. Spare me not, for wheresoeuer I set my affection, although it be vpon a Colliar, if I fall backe, vnlesse it bee in the right kinde, binde mee to a stake, and let mee be burned to death with char-coale. Well, thou art a mad wench, and there's no more to be done at this time, but as wee brought you together, so to part you, you must not lie at racke and manger: there be those within, that will forbid the banes, Time must shake good Fortune by the hand, before you two must be great, specially you sister; come leaue swearing. Must we then part? Must you part? why how thinke you? vdsfoote, I do thinke we shall haue as much to do to get her from him, as we had to bring her to him: this loue of women is of a strange qualitie, and has more trickes then a Iuggler. But this, and then farewell. Thy company is heauen, thy absence hell. Lord who'ld thinke it? Come wench. This ground is firme and euen, I'le goe no further.