Greene's Tu Quoque, or The City Gallant · chunk 31 of 47
Cooke, John · published 1614 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) comedy · Queen Anne's Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.84 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
How, not speak? Not a syllable, night nor sleep, is not more silent: she's as dumb as Westminster Hall, in the long vacation. Well, and what would you have me do? Why, make her speak. And what then? Why, let me alone with her. ay, so you said before, Give you but opportunity, And let you alone, you'd desire no more: but come, I'll try my cunning for you: See what I can do. How do you Sister, I am sorry to hear you are not well, This Gent. tells me you have lost your tongue, I pray lels see? If you can but make signs whereabout you lost it, we'll go & look for't': in good faith Sister, you look very pale, In my conscience 'tis for grief: will you have Any comfortable Drinks sent for, this is not the way; Come walk, seem earnest in discourse, cast not an eye Towards her, and you shall see weakness work itself. My heart is swollen so big, that it must vent, Or it will burst: Are you a Brother? Look to yourself Sir, The Brazen head has spoke, and I must leave you. Has shame that power in him, to make him fly: And dare you be so impudent to stand Just in the face of my incensed anger? What are you? why do you stay? who sent for you? You were in Garments yesterday, befitting A fellow of your fashion; has a Crown Purchased that shining Satin of the Brokers? Or be't a cast Suit of your goodly Masters. A Cast suit, Lady? You think it does become you: faith it does not, A Blue Coat with a Badge, does better with you. Go untruss your masters Points, and do not dare To stop your Nose whenas his Worship stinks: 'ta's been your breeding. Uds'life, this is excellent: now she talks. Nay, were you a Gentleman: and which is more; Well Landed, I should hardly love you: For, for your Face, I never saw a worse, It looks as if't were drawn with yellow Ochre Upon black Buckram: and that Hair That's on your Chin, looks not like Beard, But as if't had been smeared with shoemakers Wax. udsfoot, she'll make me out of love with myself. How dares your Baseness once aspire unto So high a fortune, as to reach at me: Because you have heard, that some have run away With Butlers, horsekeepers, and their father's Clerks; You forsooth, cockered with your own suggestion, Take heart upon't, and think me, (that am meat, And set up for your Master) fit for you. I would I could get her now to hold her tongue. Or cause, some times as I have passed along, And have returned a Curtsy for your Hat; You (as the common tricks is) straight suppose, 'tis Love, (sirreverence, which makes the word more beastly.)
nodes 1278–1334 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 47 in this edition
Length
480 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.837 (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)
How, not speake? Not a sllable, night nor sleepe, is not more silent: Shee's as dumbe as Westminster Hall, in the long vacation. Well, and what would you haue mee doe? Why, make her speake. And what then? Why, let mee alone with her. I, so you sayd before, Giue you but opportunitie, And let you alone, you'd desire no more: but come, Ile try my cunning for you: See what I can doe. How doe you Sister, I am sory to heare you are not well, This Gent. tels mee you haue lost your tongue, I pray lels see? If you can but make signes whereabout you lost it, Weele goe & looke fort': in good fayth Sister, you looke very pale, In my conscience tis for griefe: will you haue Any comfortable Drinkes sent for, this is not the way; Come walke, seeme earnest in discourse, cast not an eye Towards her, and you shall see weaknesse worke it selfe. My heart is swolne so big, that it must vent, Or it will burst: Are you a Brother? Looke to your selfe Sir, The Brazen head has spoke, and I must leaue you. Has shame that power in him, to make him fly: And dare you be so impudent to stand Iust in the face of my incensed anger? What are you? why doe you stay? who sent for you? You were in Garments yesterday, befitting A fellow of your fashion; has a Crowne Purchast that shyning Sattin of the Brokers? Or ist a cast Suite of your goodly Maisters. A Cast suite, Lady? You thinke it does become you: fayth it does not, A Blew Coat with a Badge, does better with you. Goe vntrusse your Maisters Poynts, and doe not dare To stop your Nose when as his Worship stinkes: Ta's been your breeding. Vds'life, this is excellent: now she talkes. Nay, were you a Gentleman: and which is more; Well Landed, I should hardly loue you: For, for your Face, I neuer saw a worse, It lookes as if't were drawne with yellow Oacker Vpon blacke Buckram: and that Haire Thats on your Chin, lookes not like Beard, But as ift had been smeard with Shoomakers Wax. Vdsfoot, sheele make mee out of loue with my selfe. How dares your Basenes once aspyre vnto So high a fortune, as to reach at mee: Because you haue heard, that some haue run away With Butlers, Horskeepers, and their fathers Clearks; You forsooth, cockerd with your owne suggestion, Take heart vpon't, and thinke mee, (that am meate, And set vp for your Maister) fit for you. I would I could get her now to hold her tongue. Or cause, some times as I haue past along, And haue returnd a Curtcie for your Hatt; You (as the common trickes is) straight suppose, Tis Loue, (sirreuerence, which makes the word more beastly.)