Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 30 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 · 486 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

Do so. And see she appears; fall you two off from us, Let us two walk together. Why did my inquiring eye take in this fellow, And let him down so easy to my heart; Where like a Conqueror he ceases on it, And beats all other men out of my bosom? Sister, you're well met, here's a Gentleman desires to be acquainted with you. See, the Servingman is turned a Gentleman, That villainous Wench my Sister, has no mercy, She and my Brother has conspired together to play upon me; But I'll prevent their sport: for rather than my tongue shall have scope to speak matter to give them mirth, my heart shall break. You have your desire sir, I'll leave you; Grapple with her as you can. Lady, God save you. She turns back upon the motion, there's no good to be done by braying for her, I see that; I must plunge into a passion: now for a piece of Hero and Leander: 'twere excellent; and praise be to my memory, It has reached half a dozen lines for the purpose: Well, she shall have them. One is no Number; Maids are nothing then Without the sweet society of Men. Wilt thou live single still? one shalt thou be, Though never singling Hymen couple thee. Wild Savages that drink of running Springs, Thinks Water far excels all other thing. They that daily taste neat Wine, despise it. Virginity albeit some highly prize it, Compared with Marriage; had you tried them both, Differs as much, as Wine and Water doth. No? Why then have at you in another kind. By the faith of a Soldier (Lady) I do reverence the ground that you walk upon: I will fight with him that darts, say you are not fair: Stab him that will not pledge your health; and with a Dagger pierce a Vain, to drink a full health to you; but it shall be on this condition, that you shall speak first. Udsfoot, if I could but get her to talk once, half my labour were over: but I'll try her in another vain. What an excellent creature is a Woman without a tongue? But what a more excellent creature is a Woman that has a tongue, and can hold her peace? But how much more excellent and fortunate a creature is that man, that has that Woman to his wife? This cannot choose but mad her; And if any thing make a Woman talk, 'tis this. It will not do tho yet I pray God they have not gulled me: But I'll try once again. When will that tongue take liberty to talk? Speak but one word, and I am satisfied: Or do but say but Mum, and I am answered? No sound? no accent? Is there no noise in Woman? Nay then without direction I ha' done. I must go call for help.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayGreene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant
AuthorCooke, John
Publication year (edition)1614
First performance / composition (Annals)1611
First performance (BritDrama)1611
Company (BritDrama)Queen Anne's Men
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 732 · TCP A19260 · DEEP 611
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1235–1277 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 47 in this edition
Length486 words · 617 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.878 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 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)
Do so. And see she appeares; fall you two off from vs, Let vs two walke togeather. Why did my enquiring eye take in this fellow, And let him downe so easie to my heart; Where like a Conquerour he ceases on it, And beates all other men out of my Bossome▪ Sister, you're well met, Heer's a Gentleman desires to be acquainted with you. See, the Seruingman is turnd a Gentleman, That villanous Wench my Sister, has no mercy, Shee and my Brother has conspired together to play vpon me; But Ile preuent their sport: for rather then my tongue shall haue scope to speake matter to giue them mirth, my heart shall breake. You haue your desire sir, Ile leaue you; Grapple with her as you can. Lady, God saue you. She turns backe vpon the motiō, Ther's no good to be done by braying for her, I see that; I must plunge into a passion: now for a peece of Hero and Leander: t'were excellent; and prayse be to my memorie, It has reacht halfe a dozen lines for the purpose: Well, shee shall haue them. One is no Number; Maydes are nothing then Without the sweete societie of Men. Wilt thou liue single still? one shalt thou bee, Though neuer singling Hymen couple thee. Wild Sauages that drinke of running Springs, Thinkes Water farre excells all other thing. They that dayly taste neat Wine, despise it. Virginitie albeit some highly prize it, Compard with Marriage; had you tryde them both, Differs as much, as Wine and Water doth. No? Why then haue at you in another kind. By the fayth of a Souldier (Lady) I doe reuerence the ground that you walke vpon: I will fight with him that darts, say you are not faire: Stabbe him that will not pledge your health; and with a Dagger pierce a Vaine, to drinke a full health to you; but it shall be on this condition, that you shall speake first. Vds-foot, if I could but get her to talke once, halfe my labour were ouer: but Ile try her in an other vaine. What an excellent creature is a Woman without a tongue? But what a more excellent creature is a Woman that has a tongue, and can hold her peace? But how much more excellent and fortunate a creature is that man, that has that Woman to his wife? This cannot choose but madde her; And if any thing make a Woman talke, tis this. It will not doe tho yet I pray God they haue not guld mee: But Ile try once againe. When will that tongue take libertie to talke? Speake but one word, and I am satisfied: Or doe but say but Mum, and I am answerd? No sound? no accent? Is there no noyse in Woman? Nay then without direction I ha don. I must goe call for helpe.