Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.84 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
But sir, her brother Lelio, under whose charge she's now, after her father's death, swore boldly Pandolfo never shall have Flavia. His father, ere he went to Barbary, Promised her me: who be he live or dead, Spite of a Last of Lelio's▪ Pandolfo Shall enjoy Flavia. Sir you're too old. I must confess in years about three score, But in tough strength of body, four and twenty, Or two months less. Love of young Flavia, More powerful than Medea's drugs, renews All decayed parts of man: my Arteries Blown full with youthful spirits, move the blood To a new business: my withered nerves grow plump And strong, longing for action. Hence thou poor prop Of feebleness and age: walk with such sires As with cold palsies shake away their strength, And lose their legs with cureless gouts. Pandolfo New moulded is for Revels, Masks, and Music. Cricca, String my neglected Lute, and from my Armoury scour my best sword, companion of my youth, Without which I seem naked. Your love, sir, like strong water To a deplored sick man, quicks your feeble limbs For a poor moment. But after one night's lodging You'll fall so dull and cold, that Flavia Will shriek and leap from bed as from a Sepulchre. Shall I speak plainer, sir? she'll Cuckold you: Alas she'll Cuckold you. What me? a man of known discretion, Of riches, years, and this grey gravity? I'll satisfy'r with gold, rich clothes and jewels. Wert not far fitter urge your son Eugenio To woo her for himself? Cricca be gone, Touch no more there: I will and must have Flavia. Tell Lelio, if he grant m'his sister Flavia, I'll give my daughter to him in exchange. Be gone, and find me here within this half hour. 'tIs well that servant's gone: I shall the easier Wind up his master to my purposes. Sure this some novice of th'Artillery, That winks and shoots: sir, prime your piece anew The powder's wet: tick. tock. tick. tock. A good ascendent bless me: sir are you frantic? Why frantic? are not knocks the lawful courses T'open doors and ears? Of vulgar men and houses. Whose lodge's this? is't not th'Astrologers? His lodging? no: 'tis the learned Phrontisterion Of most divine Albumazar. Good sir, If the door break, a better shall redeem it. How! all your land sold at a hundredth years purchase Cannot repair th'damage of one poor rap, To thunder at the Phrontisterion Of great Albumazar? Why man? what harm: Sir, you must know my master's heavenly brain Pregnant with mysteries of metaphysics, Grows to an Embryo of rare contemplation, Which at full time brought forth, excels by far The armed fruit of Vulcan's Midwifery That leapt from Iupiter's mighty Cranium. What of all this? Thus one of your bold thunders may abortive And cause that birth miscarry, that might have proved An instrument of wonders greater and rarer Than Apollonius the Magician wrought. Are you your Master's Countryman? Yes: why ask you? Then must I get an Interpreter for your language.
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510 words · 743 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.841 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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But sir, her brother Lelio, vnder whose charge Shee's now, after her father's death, sware boldly Pandolfo neuer shall haue Flauia. His father, ere hee went to Barbary, Promis'd her me: who be he liue or dead, Spight of a Last of Lelio's▪ Pandolfo Shall enioy Flauia. Sir y'are too old. I must confesse in yeares about three score, But in tuffe strength of body, foure and twenty, Or two monthes lesse. Loue of yong Flauia, More powerfull then Medea's drugges, renew's All decay'd parts of man: my Arteryes Blowne full with youthfull spirits, moue the bloud To a new businesse: my withred Neru's grow plumpe And strong, longing for action. Hence thou poore prop Of feeblenesse and age: walke with such sires As with cold palsies shake away their strength, And loose their legges with curelesse gouts. Pandolfo New moulded is for Reuels, Masks, and Musick. Cricca, String my neglected Lute, and from my Armory Skowre my best sword, companion of my youth, Without which I seeme naked. Your loue, sir, like strong water To a deplor'd sicke man, quick's your feeble limbs For a poore moment. But after one night's lodging You'l fall so dull and cold, that Flauia Will shrike and leape from bed as from a Sepulchre. Shall I speake plainer, sir? Shee'l Cuckold you: Alas shee'le Cuckold you. What mee? a man of knowne discretion, Of riches, yeares, and this gray grauity? I'le satisfy'r with gold, rich cloathes and iewels. Wert not farre fitter vrge your son Eugenio To wooe her for himselfe? Cricca bee gone, Touch no more there: I will and must haue Flauia. Tell Lelio, if hee grant m'his sister Flauia, I'le giue my daughter to him in exchange. Be gone, and finde mee heere within this halfe houre. TIs well that servant's gone: I shall the easier Wind vp his master to my purposes. Sure this some novice of th'Artillery, That winke's and shoots: sir, prime your peece anew The powder's wet: tick. tock. tick. tock. A good ascendent blesse me: sir are you frantick? Why franticke? are not knockes the lawfull courses T'open doores and eares? Of vulgar men and houses. Whose lodging's this? is't not th'Astrologers? His lodging? no: 'tis the learn'd Phrontisterion Of most divine Albumazar. Good sir, If the doore breake, a better shall redeeme it. How! all your land sold at a hundreth yeares purchase Cannot repaire th'dammage of one poore rap, To thunder at the Phrontisterion Of great Albumazar? Why man? what harme: Sir, you must know my master's heauenly braine Pregnant with mysteries of Metaphisickes, Growes to an Embryo of rare contemplation, Which at full time brought forth, excel's by farre The armed fruit of Vulcan's Midwifry That leapt from Iupiter's mightie Cranium. What of all this? Thus one of your bold thunders may abortiue And cause that birth miscarry, that might haue prou'd An instrument of wonders greater and rarer Then Apollonius the Magitian wrought. Are you your Masters Countrey-man? Yes: why aske you? Then must I get an Interpreter for your language.