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 0.83 · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
When you know me, my Lord, you needs must guess My business, and I am not hard to know. For till the chance of war marked this smooth face With these few blemishes, people would call me My sister's picture, and her mine: in short, I am the brother to the wronged Aspasia. The wronged Aspatia, would thou wert so too Unto the wronged Amintor, let me kiss That hand of thine in honour that I bear Unto the wronged Aspasia, here I stand That did it, would he could not, gentle youth Leave me, for there is something in thy looks That calls my sins in a most odious form Into my mind, and I have grief enough Without thy help. I would I could with credit. Since I was twelve years old I had not seen My sister till this hour, I now arrived, She sent for me to see her marriage, A woeful one, but they that are above Have ends in every thing, she used few words, But yet enough to make me understand The baseness of the injuries you did her, That little training I have had, is war, I may behave myself rudely in peace, I would not though, I shall not need to tell you I am but young, and would be loath to lose Honour that is not easily gained again, Fairly I mean to deal, the age is strict For single combats, and we shall be stopped If it be published, if you like your sword Use it, if mine appear a better to you, Change, for the ground is this, and this the time To end our difference. Charitable youth, If thou be'st such, think not I will maintain So strange a wrong, and for thy sister's sake, Know, that I could not think that desperate thing I durst not do, yet to enjoy this world I would not see her, for beholding thee, I am I know not what, if I have aught That may content thee, take it, and be gone, For death is not so terrible as thou, Thine eyes shoot guilt into me. Thus she swore, Thou wouldst behave thyself and give me words That would fetch tears into my eyes, and so Thou dost indeed, but yet she bade me watch, lest I were cozened, and be sure to fight Ere I returned. That must not be with me, For her i'll die directly, but against her Will never hazard it. You must be urged, I do not deal uncivilly with those that dare to fight, but such a one as you Must be used thus. I prithee youth take heed, Thy sister is a thing to me so much Above mine honour, that I can endure All this, good gods— a blow I can endure, But stay not, lest thou draw a timeless death Upon thyself. Thou art some prating Fellow, One that has studied out a trick to talk And move soft hearted people; to be kicked Thus to be kicked— why should he be so slow In giving me my death.
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Length
519 words · 643 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.834 (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)
When you know me, my Lord, you needs must ghesse My businesse, and I am not hard to know. For till the chance of warre markt this smooth face With these few blemishes, people would call me My sisters picture, and her mine: in short, I am the brother to the wrong'd Aspatia. The wrong'd Apatia, would thou wert so too Vnto the wrong'd Amintor, let me kisse That hand of thine in honour that I beare Vnto the wrong'd Aspatia, here I stand That did it, would he could not, gentle youth Leaue me, for there is something in thy lookes That cals my sins in a most odious forme Into my minde, and I haue griefe enough Without thy helpe. I would I could with credit. Since I was twelue yeeres old I had not seene My sister till this houre, I now arriu'd, She sent for me to see her marriage, A wofull one, but they that are aboue Haue ends in euery thing, she vsd few words, But yet enough to make me vnderstand The basenesse of the iniuries you did her, That little trayning I haue had, is war, I may behaue my selfe rudely in peace, I would not though, I shall not need to tell you I am but young, and would be loth to loose Honour that is not easily gaind againe, Fairely I meane to deale, the age is strict For single combats, and we shall be stopt If it be publisht, if you like your sword Vse it, if mine appeare a better to you, Change, for the ground is this, and this the time To end our difference. Charitable youth, If thou beest such, thinke not I will maintaine So strange a wrong, and for thy sisters sake, Know, that I could not thinke that desperate thing I durst not doe, yet to inioy this world I would not see her, for beholding thee, I am I know not what, if I haue ought That may content thee, take it, and be gone, For death is not so terrible as thou, Thine eies shoote guilt into me. Thus she swore, Thou wouldst behaue thy selfe and giue me words That would fetch teares into my eies, and so Thou doest indeed, but yet she bad me watch, Least I were cossend, and be sure to fight Ere I returnd. That must not be with me, For her ile die directly, but against her Will neuer hazard it. You must be vrgd, I doe not deale vnciuilly with those that dare to fight, but such a one as you Mst be vsd thus. I prethee youth take heed, Thy sister is a thing to me so much Aboue mine honour, that I can indure All this, good gods — a blow I can indure, But stay not, least thou draw a timelesse death Vpon thy selfe. Thou art some prating Fellow, One that has studied out a tricke to talke And moue soft harted people; to be kickt Thus to be kickt — why should he be so slow In giuing me my death.