Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.84 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Sir, you know the greatness of her Spirit; If you will have her to live, you must Consent. Brother, you stand to us Instead of destiny; for you have in your power Our thread of Life. Say, will you spin us out A happy thread, that we may live to serve you, Or will you cut it short? O be not cruel to your only Sister; What's all the out ward glory, if you rob The mind of that which it delights in? I know that your intention is to make Her happy, do not mistake the way; Her mind is not taken with the glorious title Of a King; for if it had, she might have made Her choice, since all the neighbouring Kings Admire her: No Sir, she aims at that Which made men Kings at first, Wisdom, And Valour, and should she search the world She cannot find a man where they Do meet so fully, as in brave Lysander: O Sir, then be not cruel, thinking to be Careful of your Sister. she's cruel to herself, And rather let her perish by her rash hand, Then so dishonour me, by marrying with A Subject. Farewell then Cruel Brother: Lysander, let us part To meet again for ever; I'll go first, Because my Brother shall not think of saving me When you are dead. No madam, Let me show you the way, and when I feel The pain, I'll tell you if it be too great For you to suffer. Hold: take him Sister, And be happy in him: I love thee more Than ever, because I see, thy mind is only Fixed on true Worth without additions. I learned of Count Orsinio to bring things, To the extremest point, so to increase The joy: it had been a sin to part Those Bodies, whose very Souls seem to be Joined together. Brother, may I perish, When I forget this benefit, or cease to pay To you my Lord, my thanks for pleading so Lysander's Cause and mine. Great Love this day hath shown his mighty power Without the help of, Fortune In an hour He hath relieved from death and from despair four of his truest Subjects and made fair This day that was p'erclouded, let us praise His power that in in a minute so can raise From misery to an excess of joy, And in an instant that content destroy: He hath to us been just this day as well as kind. Rewarding virtuous Love let none then call him blind. Our Author fears there are some Rebel-hearts Whose dulness doth oppose Loves piercing darts: These will be apt to say the Plot was dull, The Language rude, and that 'twas only full Of gross Absurdities; for such as these He cares not now, nor ere will strive to please: For if yourselves as Masters, and Loves Friends, Be pleased with this sad Play, he hath his ends.
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Length
494 words · 608 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.841 (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)
Sir, you know the greatneſſe of her Spirit; If you will haue her to liue, you muſt Conſent. Brother, you ſtand to vs Inſtead of deſtinie; for you haue in your power Our threed of Life. Say, will you ſpin vs out A happy threed, that we may liue to ſerue you, Or will you cut it ſhort? O be not cruell to your only Siſter; What's all the out ward glory, if you rob The mind of that which it delights in? I know that your intention is to make Her happy, doe not miſtake the way; Her mind is not taken with the glorious title Of a King; for if it had, ſhee might haue made Her choyce, ſince all the neigbouring Kings Admire her: No Sir, ſhee aymes at that Which made men Kings at firſt, Wiſdome, And Valour, and ſhould ſhe ſearch the world Shee cannot finde a man where they Doe meete ſo fully, as in braue Lyſander: O Sir, then be not cruell, thinking to be Carefull of your Siſter. Shee's cruell to her ſelfe, And rather let her periſh by her raſh hand, Then ſo diſhonour mee, by marrying with A Subiect. Farewell then Cruell Brother: Lyſander, let us part To meete agen for euer; Ile goe firſt, Becauſe my Brother ſhall not thinke of ſauing me When you are dead. No Madame, Let me ſhew you the way, and when I feele The paine, Ile tell you if it be too great For you to ſuffer. Hold: take him Siſter, And be happy in him: I loue thee more Then euer, becauſe I ſee, thy minde is onely Fixt on true Worth without additions. I learn'd of Count Orſinio to bring things, To the extreameſt poynt, ſo to encreaſe The ioy: it had beene a ſinne to part Thoſe Bodies, whoſe very Soules ſeeme to bee Ioynd together. Brother, may I periſh, When I forget this benefit, or ceaſe to pay To you my Lord, my thankes for pleading ſo Lyſanders Cauſe and mine. Great Loue this day hath ſhewne his mighty power Without the helpe of, Fo In an houre He hath relieu'd from death and from deſpaire Foure of his trueſt Subiects and made faire This day that was o', let vs praiſe His power that in can raiſe From miſery to an exceſſe of Ioy, And in an inſtant that content deſtroy: He hath to vs beene iuſt this day as well as kinde. Rewarding vertuous Loue let none then call him blinde. OVr Author feares there are ſome Rebell-hearts Whoſe dulneſſe doth oppoſe Loues piercing darts: Theſe will bee apt to ſay the Plot was dull, The Language rude, and that 'twas onely full Of groſſe Abſurdities; for ſuch as theſe Hee cares not now, nor ere will ſtrire to pleaſe: For if your ſelues as Maſters, and Loues Friends, Be pleasd with this ſad Play, hee hath his ends.