Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1601 [1601-1602] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men unassigned nearest T11 Siblings, kin and confidants · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Sebastian are you? Fearest thou that Anthonio? How have you made division of yourself, An apple cleft in two, is not more twin Than these two creatures. Which is Sebastian? Most wonderful. Do I stand there? I never had a brother: Nor can there be that Deity in my nature Of here, and every where. I had a sister, Whom the blind waves and surges have devoured: Of charity, what kin are you to me? What Countryman? What name? What Parentage? Of Messalina: Sebastian was my Father, Such a Sebastian was my brother too: So went he suited to his watery tomb: If spirits can assume both form and suit, You come to fright us. A spirit I am indeed, But am in that dimension grossly clad, Which from the womb I did participate. Were you a woman, as the rest goes even, I should my tears let fall upon your cheek, And say, thrice welcome drowned Viola. My father had a mole upon his brow. And so had mine. And died that day when Viola from her birth Had numbered thirteen years. O that record is lively in my soul, He finished indeed his mortal act That day that made my sister thirteen years. If nothing lets to make us happy both, But this my masculine usurped attire: Do not embrace me, till each circumstance, Of place, time, fortune, do co-here and jump That I am Viola, which to confirm, I'll bring you to a Captain in this Town, Where lie my maiden weeds: by whose gentle help, I was preserved to serve this Noble Count: All the occurrence of my fortune since Hath been between this Lady, and this Lord. So comes it Lady, you have been mistook: But Nature to her bias drew in that. You would have been contracted to a Maid, Nor are you therein (by my life) deceived, You are betrothed both to a maid and man. Be not amazed, right noble is his blood: If this be so, as yet the glass seems true, I shall have share in this most happy wrack, Boy, thou hast said to me a thousand times, Thou never shouldst love woman like to me. And all those sayings, will I over swear, And all those swear keep as true in soul, As doth that Orbed Continent, the fire, That severs day from night. Give me thy hand, And let me see thee in thy woman's weeds. The Captain that did bring me first on shore Hath my maid's garments: he upon some Action Is now in durance, at Maluolio's suit, A Gentleman, and follower of my Ladies. He shall enlarge him: fetch Maluolio hither, And yet alas, now I remember me, They say poor Gentleman, he's much distracted. A most extracting frenzy of mine own From my remembrance, clearly banished his. How does he sirrah?
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Sebaſtian are you? Fear'ſt thou that Anthonio? How haue you made diuiſion of your ſelfe, An apple cleft in two, is not more twin Then theſe two creatures. Which is Sebaſtian? Moſt wonderfull. Do I ſtand there? I neuer had a brother: Nor can there be that Deity in my nature Of heere, and euery where. I had a ſiſter, Whom the blinde waues and ſurges haue deuour'd: Of charity, what kinne are you to me? What Countreyman? What name? What Parentage? Of Meſſaline: Sebaſtian was my Father, Such a Sebaſtian was my brother too: So went he ſuited to his watery tombe: If ſpirits can aſſume both forme and ſuite, You come to fright vs. A ſpirit I am indeed, But am in that dimenſion groſſely clad, Which from the wombe I did participate. Were you a woman, a the reſt goes euen, I ſhould my teares let fall vpon your cheeke, And ſay, thrice welcome drowned Viola. My father had a moale vpon his brow. And ſo had mine. And dide that day when Viola from her birth Had numbred thirteene yeares. O that record is liuely in my ſoule, He finiſhed indeed his mortall acte That day that made my ſiſter thirteene yeares. If nothing lets to make vs happie both, But this my maſculine vſurp'd attyre: Do not embrace me, till each circumſtance, Of place, time, fortune, do co-here and iumpe That I am Viola, which to confirme, Ile bring you to a Captaine in this Towne, Where lye my maiden weeds: by whoſe gentle helpe, I was preſeru'd to ſerue this Noble Count: All the occurrence of my fortune ſince Hath beene betweene this Lady, and this Lord. So comes it Lady, you haue beene miſtooke: But Nature to her bias drew in that. You would haue bin contracted to a Maid, Nor are you therein (by my life) deceiu'd, You are betroth'd both to a maid and man. Be not amaz'd, right noble is his blood: If this be ſo, as yet the glaſſe ſeemes true, I ſhall haue ſhare in this moſt happy wracke, Boy, thou haſt ſaide to me a thouſand times, Thou neuer ſhould'ſt loue woman like to me. And all thoſe ſayings, will I ouer ſweare, And all thoſe ſwearings keepe as true in ſoule, As doth that Orbed Continent, the fire, That ſeuers day ftom night. Giue me thy hand, And let me ſee thee in thy womans weedes. The Captaine that did bring me firſt on ſhore Hath my Maides garments: he vpon ſome Action Is now in durance, at Maluolio's ſuite, A Gentleman, and follower of my Ladies. He ſhall inlarge him: fetch Maluolio hither, And yet alas, now I remember me, They ſay poore Gentleman, he's much diſtract. A moſt extracting frenſie of mine owne From my remembrance, clearly baniſht his. How does he ſirrah?