Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.85 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Eugenio, 'tis high time for us t'awake. And as you love our Flavia, and I Your sister fair Sulpitia; let's do something Worthy their beauties. Who falls into a sea, Swollen big with tempest, but he boldly beats The waves with arms and legs, to save his life? So let us strive 'gainst troublous storms of love, With our best power, lest after we ascribe The loss to our dull negligence, not Fortune. Lelio, had I no interest in your sister, The holy league of friendship should command me, Besides the seconding Sulpitia's love, Who to your nobleness commends her life. She cannot out-love me, nor you out-friend me, For th'sacred name whereof, I have rejected Your father's offers, importunities, Letters, Conditions, Servants, Friends, and lastly His tender of Sulpitia in exchange For Flavia. But though I love your sister Like mine own soul; yet did the laws of friendship Master that strong affection; and denied him. Thanks ever, and as long shall my best service Wait on your will. Cricca our hope's in thee, Thou must instruct us: You must trust in Fortune That make's or mars the wisest purposes. What sayst? What thinkst? Here's no great need of thinking Not speech; the oil of scorpions cures their poison. The thing itself that's bent to hurt and hinder you offers a remedy: 'tis no sooner known But th'worst on't is prevented. How good Cricca? Soon as you see this false Antonio Come near your doors with speeches made of purpose, Full of humility and compassion: With long narrations how he 'scaped from shipwreck And other feigned inventions of his dangers: Bid him be gone; and if he press to enter, Fear not the reverence of your father's looks, Cudgel him thence. But were't not better Cricca Keep him fast locked, till his own shape return, And so by open course of Law correct him? No. For my master would conceive that counsel Sprung from my brains: and so should I repent it. Advise no more, but home and charge your people, That if Antonio come, they drive him thence With threatening words, and blows if need be. 'Tis done. I kiss your hands Eugenio. Your servant, sir. CRicca commend my service to my Mistress. Commend it t'her yourself. Marked you not, while We talked, how through the window she attended, And fed her eyes on you? there she's. 'Tis true. And as from nights of Storms the glorious Sun breaks from the East, and chaseth thence the Clouds That choked the Air with horror; so her beauty Dispels sad darkness from my troubled thoughts, And clears my heart. Life of my soul well met. How is't my dearest Flavia? Eugenio, As best becomes a woman, most unfortunate. That having loved so long, and been persuaded Her chaste affection was by yours requited, Have by delays been famished. Had I concealed Those flames your virtue kindled, than you'd sued, Entreated, sworn, and vowed, and long ere this Wrought all means possible to effect our marriage. But now.
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507 words · 710 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.851 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Eugenio, 'tis high time for vs t'awake. And as you loue our Flauia, and I Your sister faire Sulpitia; let's doe something Worthy their beauties. Who falles into a sea, Swolne bigge with tempest, but he boldly beates The waues with armes and legges, to saue his life? So let vs striue 'gainst troublous stormes of loue, With our best power, least after we ascribe The losse to our dull negligence, not Fortune. Lelio, had I no interest in your sister, The holy league of friendship should command me, Besides the seconding Sulpitia's loue, Who to your noblenesse commends her life. She cannot out-loue me, nor you out-friend me, For th'sacred name whereof, I haue reiected Your fathers offers, importunities, Letters, Conditions, Seruants, Friends, and lastly His tender of Sulpitia in exchange For Flauia ▪ But though I loue your sister Like mine owne soule; yet did the lawes of friendship Master that strong affection; and denied him. Thankes euer, and as long shall my best seruice Waite on your will. Cricca our hope's in thee, Thou must instruct vs: You must trust in Fortune That make's or marr's the wisest purposes. What sai'st? What thinkst? Here's no great need of thinking Not speech; the oile of scorpions cure's their poison. The thing it selfe that's bent to hurt and hinder you Offer's a remedie: 'tis no sooner knowne But th'worst on't is preuented. How good Cricca? Soone as you see this false Antonio Come neere your dores with speeches made of purpose, Full of humility and compassion: With long narrations how he scap't from ship-wrack And other fain'd inuentions of his dangers: Bid him be gone; and if he presse to enter, Feare not the reuerence of your father's lookes, Cudgell him thence. But wer't not better Cricca Keepe him fast lock't, till his owne shape returne, And so by open course of Law correct him? No. For my maister would conceiue that counsell Sprung from my braines: and so should I repent it. Aduise no more, but home and charge your people, That if Antonio come, they driue him thence With threatning words, and blowes if need be. 'Tis done. I kisse your hands Eugenio. Your seruant, sir. CRicca commend my seruice to my Mistresse. Commend it t'her your selfe. Mark't you not, while We talk't▪ how through the window she attended, And fed her eyes on you? there shee's. 'Tis true. And as from nights of Stormes the glorious Sunne Breake's from the East, and chaseth thence the Clouds That choak't the Aire with horror; so her beauty Dispels sad darknesse from my troubled thoughts, And cleare's my heart. Life of my soule well met. How is't my deerest Flauia? Eugenio, As best becomes a woman, most vnfortunate. That hauing lou'd so long, and beene perswaded Her chaste affection was by your's requited, Haue by delayes beene famish'd. Had I conceal'd Those flames your vertue kindled, then y'had sued, Intreated, sworne, and vow'd, and long e're this Wrought all meanes possible to effect our marriage. But now.