Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.88 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
I do,— but is not My share of credit equal with thine If I do stir. No? for it will be called Honour in thee to spill thy sister's blood, If she her birth abuse, and on the King A brave revenge, but on me that have walked With patience in it, it will fix the name Of fearful cuckold,— O that word, Be quick. Then join with me. I dare not do a sin, or else I would be speedy. Then dare not fight with me, for that's a sin, His grief distracts him, call thy thoughts again, And to thyself pronounce the name of friend, And see what that will work, I will not fight. You must? I will be killed first, though my passions Offered the like to you, 'tis not this earth Shall by my reason to it, think awhile For you are, (I must weep when I speak it,) All most beside yourself. Oh my soft temper, So many sweet words from thy sister's mouth, I am afraid would make me take her, To embrace and pardon her, I am mad indeed, And know not what I do, but have a care Of me in what thou dost. Why thinks my friend I will forget his honour, or to save The bravery of your house, will lose his fame And fear to touch the throne of Majesty. A curse will follow that, but rather live And suffer with me. I will do what worth shall bid me. Faith I am sick, and desperately I hope, Yet leaning thus I feel a kind of ease. Come take again your mirth about you. I shall never do't. I warrant you, look up, we'll walk together, Put thine arm here, all shall be well again. Thy love, o wretched, I thy love Melantius, why I Have nothing else. Be merry then. This worthy young man may do violence Upon himself, but I have cherished him As well as I could, and sent him smiling from me To counterfeit again, sword hold thine edge, My heart will never fail me? Diphilus, Thou comest as sent. Yonder has been such laughing. Betwixt whom? Why our sister and the King, I thought their spleens would break, They laughed us all out of the room. They must weep Diphilus. Must they? They must? thou art my brother, & if I did believe, Thou hadst a base thought, I would rip it out, Lie where it durst. You should not, I would first mangle myself & find it. That was spoke according to our strain, come join thy hands, And swear a firmness to what project I Shall lay before thee. You do wrong us both, People hereafter shall not say there past A bond more than our loves to tie our lives And deaths together. It is as nobly said as I would wish, Anon i'll tell you wonders, we are wronged. But I will tell you now, we'll right ourselves.
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Length
499 words · 629 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.879 (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
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I doe, — but is not My share of credit equall with thine If I doe stir. No? for it will be cald Honor in thee to spill thy sisters blood, If she her birth abuse, and on the King A braue reuenge, but on me that haue walkt With patience in it, it will fixe the name Of fearefull cuckold, — O that word, Be quick. Then ioyne with me. I dare not doe a sinne, or else I would be speedy. Then dare not fight with me, for that's a sin, His griefe distracts him, call thy thoughts agen, And to thy selfe pronounce the name of friend, And see what that will worke, I will not fight. You must? I will be kild first, though my passions Offered the like to you, tis not this earth Shall by my reason to it, thinke awhile For you are, (I must weepe when I speake it,) All most besides your selfe. Oh my soft temper, So many sweete words from thy sisters mouth, I am afraid would make me take her, To embrace and pardon her, I am mad indeede, And know not what I doe, but haue a care Of me in what thou doest. Why thinks my friend I will forget his honor, or to saue The brauerie of your house, will loose his fame And feare to touch the throne of Maiestie. A curse will follow that, but rather liue And suffer with me. I will doe what worth shall bid me. Faith I am sicke, and desperately I hope, Yet leaning thus I feele a kinde of ease. Come take agen your mirth about you. I shall neuer doo't. I warrant you, looke vp, weele walke together, Put thine arme here, all shall be well agen. Thy loue, o wretched, I thy loue Melantius, why I Haue nothing else. Be merry then. This worthie yong man may doe violence Vpon himselfe, but I haue cherisht him As well as I could, and sent him siling from me To counterfeit againe, sword hold thine edge, My heart will neuer faile me? Diphilus, Thou comst as sent. Yonder has bin such laughing. Betwixt whom? Why our sister and the King, I thought their spleenes would breake, They laught vs all out of the roome. They must weepe Diphilus. Must they? They must? thou art my brother, & if I did beleeue, Thou hadst a base thought, I would ip it out, Lie where it durst. You should not, I would first mangle my selfe & finde it. That was spoke according to our strain, come ioyne thy hands, And sweare a fiermenesse to what proiect Shall lay before thee. You doe wrong vs both, People hereafter shall not say there past A bond more then our loues to tie our liues And deathes together. It is as nobly said as I would wish, Anon ile tell you wonders, we are wrong'd. But I will tell you now, weele right our selues.