Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.76 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Away, away, all's done. Content: Farewell Philip. Away, you haltersack you: Philip will not fight he's afraid on's face. I marry am I afraid of my face. Thou wouldst be Philip, if thou sawst it in a glass; it looks like a visor. You'll be hanged sirrah: Come Philip, walk afore us homeward; did not his Majesty say, he had brought us home Peases for our money? Yes marry did he. They are the first I heard on this year by my troth, I longed for some of 'em; did he not say we should have some? Yes, and so we shall anon I warrant you, have every one a peck brought home to our houses. MY Sister take it ill? Not very ill, Something unkindly she doth take it Sir, To have her Husband chosen to her hands. Why Gobrius let her; I must have her know My will, and not her own must govern her: What, will she marry with some slave at home? O she is far from any stubbornness, You much mistake her, and no doubt will like Where you will have her; but when you behold her, You will be loath to part with such a jewel. To part with her, why Gobrius art thou mad? she is my sister. Sir, I know she is: But it were pity to make poor our Land With such a beauty, to enrich another. Pish, will she have him? I think she will Sir. Were she my Father, and my Mother too; And all the names for which we think folks friends, She should be forced to have him, when I know 'tis fit: I will not hear her say she's loath. Heaven bring my purpose luckily to pass, You know 'tis just: Sir, she'll not need constraint, She loves you so. How does she love me, speak? she loves you more than people love their health That live by labour; more than I could love A man that died for me, if he could live again. she is not like her Mother then? O no, when you were in Armenia, I durst not let her know when you were hurt: For at the first on every little scratch, She kept her chamber, wept, and would not eat, Till you were well; and many times the news was so long coming, that before we heard, She was as near her death, as you your health. Alas poor soul, but yet she must be ruled; I know not how I shall requite her well, I long to see her; have you sent for her, To tell her I am ready? Sir, I have. Sir, here's the Armenian King. he's welcome. And the Queen Mother, and the PRINCE's wait without: Good Gobrius bring them in, Tigranes you will think you are arrived In a strange Land, where Mother's cast to poison Their only sons; think you you shall be safe? Too safe I am Sir.
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Length
495 words · 643 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.757 (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)
Away, away, all's done. Content: Farewell Philip. Away, you halterſack you: Philip will not fight hee's afraid on's face. I marry am I afraid of my face. Thou wouldſt be Philip, if thou ſaw'ſt it in a glaſſe; it lookes like a viſor. Youle be hang'd ſirra: Come Philip, walke afore vs homeward; did not his Maieſtie ſay, he had brought vs home Peaes for our money? Yes marry did he. They are the firſt I heard on this yeere by my troth, I long'd for ſome of vm; did he not ſay we ſhould haue ſome? Yes, and ſo we ſhall anon I warrant you, haue euery one a pecke brought home to our houſes. MY Siſter take it ill? Not very ill, Something vnkindly ſhee doth take it Sir, To haue her Husband choſen to her hands. VVhy Gobrius te her; I muſt haue her know My will, and not her owne muſt gouerne her: VVhat, will ſhee marrie with ſome ſlaue at home? O ſhee is farre from any ſtubbornneſſe, You much miſtake her, and no doubt will like VVhere you wil haue her; but when you behold her, You will be loath to part with ſuch a Iewell. To part with her, why Gobrius art thou mad? ſhee is my ſiſter▪ Sir, I know ſhee is: But it were pitty to make poore our Land With ſuch a beauty, to inrich another. Piſh, will ſhee haue him? I thinke ſhee will Sir. VVere ſhee my Father, and my Mother too; And all the names for which we think folkes friends, Shee ſhould be forcſt to haue him, when I know Tis fit: I will not heare her ſay ſhee's loth. Heauen bring my purpoſe luckily to paſſe, You know tis iuſt: Sir, ſheele not neede conſtraint, Shee loues you ſo. How does ſhee loue me, ſpeake? Shee loues you more then people loue their health That liue by labour; more then I could loue A man that died for me, if he could liue againe. Shee is not like her Mother then? O no, when you were in Armenia, I durſt not let her know when you were hurt: For at the firſt on euery little ſcratch, Shee kept her chamber, wept, and would not eate, Till you were well; and many times the newes vvas ſo long comming, that before we heard, Shee was as neare her death, as you your health. Alas poore ſoule, but yet ſhee muſt be rul'd; J know not how I ſhall requite her well, I long to ſee her; haue you ſent for her, To tell her I am ready? Sir, I haue. Sir, here's the Armenian King. Hees welcome. And the Queene Mother, and the Princes waite without: Good Gobrius bring them in, Tigranes you will thinke you are arriu'd In a ſtrange Land, where Mothers caſt to poyſon Their onely ſonnes; thinke you you ſhall be ſafe? Too ſafe I am ▪