Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.81 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Nay it is ten times strange? It is not truer he is Angelo, Then this is all as true, as it is strange; Nay, it is ten times true, for truth is truth To th' end of reckoning. Away with her: poor soul She speaks this, in th' infirmity of sense. Oh Prince, I conjure thee, as thou believest There is another comfort, than this world, That thou neglect me not, with that opinion That I am touched with madness: make not impossible That which but seems unlike, 'tis not impossible But one, the wickedest caitiff on the ground May seem as shy, as grave, as just, as absolute: As Angelo, even so may Angelo In all his dress, characts, titles, forms, Be an arch-villain: Believe it, royal Prince If he be less, he's nothing, but he's more, Had I more name for badness. By mine honesty If she be mad, as I believe no other, Her madness hath the oddest frame of sense, Such a dependency of thing, on thing, As ere I heard in madness. Oh gracious Duke Harp not on that; nor do not banish reason For inequality, but let your reason serve To make the truth appear, where it seems hid, And hide the false seems true. Many that are not mad Have sure more lack of reason: What would you say? I am the Sister of one Claudio, Condemned upon the Act of Fornication To lose his head, condemned by Angelo, I, (in probation of a Sisterhood) Was sent to by my Brother; one Lucio As then the Messenger. That's I, and't like your Grace: I came to her from Claudio, and desired her, To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo, For her poor Brother's pardon. That's he indeed. You were not bid to speak. No, my good Lord, Nor wished to hold my peace. I wish you now then, Pray you take note of it: and when you have A business for yourself: pray heaven you then Be perfect. I warrant your honour. The warrant's for yourself: take heed to't. This Gentleman told somewhat of my Tale. Right. It may be right, but you are i' the wrong To speak before your time: proceed, I went To this pernicious Caitiff Deputy. That's somewhat madly spoken. Pardon it, The phrase is to the matter. Mended again: the matter: proceed. In brief, to set the needless process by: How I persuaded, how I prayed, and kneeled, How he refeled me, and how I replied (For this was of much length) the vild conclusion I now begin with grief, and shame to utter. He would not, but by gift of my chaste body To his concupiscible intemperate lust Release my brother; and after much debatement, My sisterly remorse, confutes mine honour, And I did yield to him: But the next morn betimes, His purpose surfeiting, he sends a warrant For my poor brother's head.
nodes 1748–1821 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 36 of 43 in this edition
Length
488 words · 658 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.814 (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)
Nay it is ten times ſtrange? It is not truer he is Angelo, Then this is all as true, as it is ſtrange; Nay, it is ten times true, for truth is truth To th' end of reckning. Away with her: poore ſoule She ſpeakes this, in th' infirmity of ſence. Oh Prince, I coniure thee, as thou beleeu'ſt There is another comfort, then this world, That thou neglect me not, with that opinion That I am touch'd with madneſſe: make not impoſſible That which but ſeemes vnlike, 'tis not impoſſible But one, the wickedſt caitiffe on the ground May ſeeme as ſhie, as graue, as iuſt, as abſolute: As Angelo, euen ſo may Angelo In all his dreſſings, caracts, titles, formes, Be an arch-villaine: Beleeue it, royall Prince If he be leſſe, he's nothing, but he's more, Had I more name for badneſſe. By mine honeſty If ſhe be mad, as I beleeue no other, Her madneſſe hath the oddeſt frame of ſenſe, Such a dependancy of thing, on thing, As ere I heard in madneſſe. Oh gracious Duke Harpe not on that; nor do not baniſh reaſon For inequality, but let your reaſon ſerue To make the truth appeare, where it ſeemes hid, And hide the falſe ſeemes true. Many that are not mad Haue ſure more lacke of reaſon: What would you ſay? I am the Siſter of one Claudio, Condemnd vpon the Act of Fornication To looſe his head, condemn'd by Angelo, I, (in probation of a Siſterhood) Was ſent to by my Brother; one Lucio As then the Meſſenger. That's I, and't like your Grace: I came to her from Claudio, and deſir'd her, To try her gracious fortune with Lord Angelo, For her poore Brothers pardon. That's he indeede. You were not bid to ſpeake. No, my good Lord, Nor wiſh'd to hold my peace. I wiſh you now then, Pray you take note of it: and when you haue A buſineſſe for your ſelfe: pray heauen you then Be perfect. I warrant your honor. The warrant's for your ſelfe: take heede to't. This Gentleman told ſomewhat of my Tale. Right. It may be right, but you are i' the wrong To ſpeake before your time: proceed, I went To this pernicious Caitiffe Deputie. That's ſomewhat madly ſpoken. Pardon it, The phraſe is to the matter. Mended againe: the matter: proceed. In briefe, to ſet the needleſſe proceſſe by: How I perſwaded, how I praid, and kneel'd, How he refeld me, and how I replide (For this was of much length) the vild concluſion I now begin with griefe, and ſhame to vtter. He would not, but by gift of my chaſte body To his concupiſcible intemperate luſt Releaſe my brother; and after much debatement, My ſiſterly remorſe, confutes mine honour, And I did yeeld to him: But the next morne betimes, His purpoſe ſurfetting, he ſends a warrant For my poore brothers head.