Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1615 · first performed or written 1608 [c.1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.87 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Away, the whole Court calls her virtuous; for they say, she is unlike her mother and if so she can have no vice. I le trust none of 'em that come of such a breed. But I have found A kind of love in her to me: alas, Think of her death; I dare be sworn for her, She is as free from any hate to me As her bad mother's full. She was brought up 7th Country, as her tongue will let you know If you but talk with her, with a poor Uncle, Such as her mother had. she's come again. I would fain speak to the good marquis my brother, if I but thought he could abide me. Sister, how do you. Very well I thank you. How does your good mother? Fie, fie, Ismenus for shame, mock such an innocent soul as this. faith a she be no good, God may her so. I know you wish it with your heart dear sister, but she is good I hope. Are you so simple, to make so much of this, Do you not know, That all her wicked mother labours for, is but to raise Her to your right, and leave her this Dukedom. ay, but near sir be afraid; For though she take th'ungainst weas she can, I'll near hat fro you. I should hate myself Ismenus; If I should think of her simplicity, Ought but extremely well. Nay as you will. And though she be my Mother, If she take any course to do you wrong, If I can seeet, youst quickly hear on't sir: And so I'll take my leave. Farewell good Sister, I thank you. You believe all this: Yes; A good faith doth well, but methinks It were no hard matter now, for her Mother to send Her: yonder's one you may trust if you will too. So I will, if he can show me as apparent signs Of truth as she did; Does he weep Ismenus? Yes, I think so: some goods happened I warrant; Do you hear you? What honest man has scaped misery, that you are crying thus? Noble Ismenus, where's the Prince? Why there; hast wept thine eyes out? Sir, I beseech you hear me. Well speak on. Why will you hear him? Yes Ismenus, why? I would hear blasphemy as willingly. You are to blame: No Sir: He is not to blame; If I were as I was. Nor as thou art, i'faith a whit to blame, What's your business? Faith Sir, I am ashamed to speak before you, My conscience tells me I have injured you, And by the earnest instigation, Of others have not done you to the King All ways the best and friendliest offices, Which pardon me, or I will never speak. Never pardon him and silence a knave. I pardon thee. Your mother sure is nought Why shouldst thou think so?
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489 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.871 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Away, the whole Court calles her vertuous; for they say, she is vnlike her mother and if so she can haue no vice. I le trust none of em that come of such a breed. But I haue found A kinde of loue in her to me: alas, Thinke of her death; I dare be sworne for her, She is as free from any hate to me As her bad mothers full. She was brought vp 7th Country, as her tongue will let you know If you but talke with her, with a poore Vnkle, Such as her mother had. Shees come againe. I would fene speake to the good Marquesse my brother, if I but thought he could abaid me. Sister, how doe you. Very well I thanke you. How does your good mother? Fye, fye, Ismenus for shame, mocke such an innocent soule as this. Feth a she be no good, God may her so. I know you wish it with your heart dear sister, but she is good I hope. Are you so simple, to make so much of this, Doe you not know, That all her wicked mother labours for, is but to rayse Her to your right, and leaue her this Duked ome. I, but nere sir be afred; For though she take th'vngainst weas she can, Ile nere hat fro you. I should hate my selfe Ismenus; If I should thinke of her simplicity, Ought but extreamely well. Nay as you will. And though she be my Mother, If she take any caurse to doe you wrong, If I can seet, youst quickly heare ont sir: And so Ile take my leaue. Farewell good Sister, I thanke you. You belieue all this: Yes; A good faith doth well, but mee thinkes It were no harde matter now, for her Mother to send Her: yonder's one you may trust if you will too. So I will, if he can shew me as apparant signes Of truth as shee did; Does he weepe Ismenus? Yes, I think so: some goods happend I warrant; Doe you heare you? What honest man has scapd miserie, that you are crying thus? Noble Ismenus, wheres the Prince? Why there; hast wept thine eyes out? Syr, I beseech you heare mee. Well speake on. Why will you heare him? Yes Ismenus, why? I would heare blasphemy as willingly. You are to blame: No Syr: Hee is not to blame; If I were as I was. Nor as thou art, y faith a whit to blame, Whats your busines? Faith Syr, I am ashamed to speake before you, My conscience tells me I haue iniurd you, And by the earnest instigation, Of others haue not done you to the King All wayes the best and friendliest offices, Which pardon mee, or I will neuer speake. Neuer pardon him and silence a knaue. I pardon thee. Your mother sure is naught Why shouldst thou thinke so?