Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 26 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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
To wrestle 'gainst the stream of our Affection, Is to strike Air, or buffet with the Wind, That plays upon us: I have strived to cast This fellow from my thoughts, but still he grows More comely in my sight; yet a slave Unto one worse conditioned than a Slave: They are all gone, here's none but he, and I, Now I will speak to him: and yet I will not. Oh! I wrong myself, I will suppress That insurrection Love hath trained in me, And leave him as he is: once my bold spirits Had vowed to utter all my thoughts to him On whom I settled my affection: And why retires it now? Fight Love on both sides; for on me thou strik'st Strokes that hath beat my heart into a flame: She hath sent amorous glances from her eye: Which I have back returned as faithfully. I would make to her, but these servile Robes, curbs that suggestion, till some fitter time Shall bring me more persuadingly unto her. I wonder why he stays; I fear he notes me, For I have publicly betrayed myself, By too much gazing on him: I will leave him. But you shall not; I'll make you speak to him Before you go. Do you hear sir? What mean you sister? To fit you in your kind, sister: do you remember How you once tyrannized over me? Nay prithee leave this jesting, I am out of the vain. ay, but I am in: go speak to your Lover. I'll first be buried quick. How, ashamed? 'sfoot Itro, if I had set my affection on a Collier, I'd near fall back, unless it were in the right kind: if I did, let me be tied to a Stake, and burnt to death with Charcoal. Nay then we shall hate. Yes marry shall you. Sister, will you speak to him: No. Do you hear sir? here's a Gentlewoman would speak with you. Why Sister, I pray Sister. One that loves you with all her heart, Yet is ashamed to confess it. Did you call, Ladies? No sir, here's no one called. Yes sir 'twas I, I called to speak with you. My Sister's somewhat frantic; there's no regard to be had unto her clamours: Will you yet leave? In faith you'll anger me. Passion: Come back fool lover, turn again and kiss your belly full, here's one will stand ye. What does this mean troe? Yes, is your humour spent? Come let me go, Birds that want the use of Reason and of Speech, can couple together in one day; And yet you that have both, cannot conclude in twenty: now Sister I am even with you, my venom is spit, As much happiness may you enjoy with your lover as I with mine: And droop not wench, not never be ashamed of him, The man will serve the turn, though he be wrapped In a blue Coat, I'll warrant him, come.
nodes 1032–1088 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 47 in this edition
Length
498 words · 644 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)
To wrastle gainst the streame of our Affection, Is to strike Ayre, or buffet with the Winde, That playes vpon vs: I haue striu'd to cast This fellow from my thoughts, but still he growes More comely in my sight; yet a slaue Vnto one worse condition'd then a Slaue: They are all gone, heer's none but hee, and I, Now I will speake to him: and yet I will not. Oh! I wrong my selfe, I will suppresse That insurrection Loue hath traind in mee, And leaue him as he is: once m bold spirits Had vowed to vtter all my thoughts to him On whom I setled my affection: And why rtyres it now? Fight Loue on both sides; for on mee thou strik'st Strokes that hath beat my heart into a flame: She hath sent amorous glaunses from her eye: Which I haue backe returnd as faythfully. I would make to her, but these seruile Roabes, Curbes that suggestion, till some fitter time Shall bring mee more perswadingly vnto her. I wonder why he stayes; I feare hee notes mee, For I haue publiquely betrayde my selfe, By too much gazing on him: I will leaue him. But you shall not; Ile make you speake to him Before you goe. Doe you heare sir? What meane you sister? To fit you in your kind, sister: doe you remember How you once tyranizd ouer mee? Nay prethee leaue this iesting, I am out of the vaine. I, but I am in: goe speake to your Louer. Ile first be buried quicke. How, ashamd? S'ott Itro, if I had set my affection on a Collier, Ide nere fall backe, vnlesse it were in the right kind: if I did, let mee be tyed to a Stake, and burnt to death with Charcoale. Nay then wee shall hate. Yes marry shall you. Sister, will you speake to him: No. Doe you heare sir? heer's a Gentlewoman would speake with you. Why Sister, I pray Sister. One that loues you with all her heart, Yet is ashamd to confesse it. Did you call, Ladyes? No sir, heer's no one cald. Yes sir twas I, I cald to speake with you. My Sister's somewhat frantique; there's no regard to be had vnto her clamors: Will you yet leaue? In fayth you'le anger mee. Passion: Come backe foole louer, turne againe and kisse your belly full, heer's one will stand yee. What does this meane tro ▪ Yes, is your humor spent? Come let me goe, Birds that want the vse of Reason and of Speech, ca couple together in one day; And yet you that haue both, cannot conclude in twentie: now Sister I am euen with you, my venome is spit, As much happinesse may you enjoy with your louer as I with mine: And droope not wench, not neuer be ashamd of him, The man will serue the turne, though he be wrapt In a blew Coate, lle warrant him, come.