Middleton, Thomas · published 1630 · first performed or written 1613 (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Swan T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.75 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Making one too, in principal pure Latin, Culled out of Ovid de Tristibus. How does your Sister look, is she not changed? Changed? Gold into white Money was never so changed, As is my sister's colour into paleness. O here she's brought, see how she looks like death Looks she like Death, and ne'er a word made yet, I must go beat my Brains against a Bedpost, And get before my Tutor. Speak, how dost thou? I hope I shall be well, for I am as sick at Heart, As I can be. 'Las my poor Girl, The Doctor's making a most sovereign drink for thee, The worst Ingredience, dissolved Pearl and Amber, We spare no cost Girl. Your love comes to late, Yet timely thanks reward it: What is comfort, When the poor patient's Heart is past relief? It is no Doctors Art can cure my grief. All is cast away then, Prithee look upon me cheerfully. Sing but a strain or two, thou wilt not think How 'twill revive thy Spirits: strive with thy fit, Prithee sweet Moll. You shall have my good will Mother. Why well said Wench. Weep Eyes, break Heart, My Love and I must part, Cruel Fates, truelove do soonest sever, O, I shall see thee, never, never, never. O happy is the Maid, whose life takes end, Ere it knows Parents frown, or loss of friend. Weep Eyes, break Heart, My Love and I must part. O, I could die with Music: well sung Girl. If you call it so, It was. She plays the Swan, and sings herself to death. By your leave Sir. What are you Sir? Or what's your business pray? I may be now admitted, though the Brother Of him your hate pursued, it spreads no further, Your malice sets in death, does it not Sir? In Death? He's dead: 'twas a dear Love to him, It cost him but his life, that was all Sir: He paid enough, poor Gentleman, for his Love. There's all our ill removed, if she were well now: Impute not Sir, his end to any hate That sprung from us, he had a fair wound brought that. That helped him forward, I must needs confess: But the restraint of Love, and your unkindness, Those were the wounds, that from his Heart drew Blood, But being past help, let words forget it too: Scarcely three Minutes, ere his Eyelids closed, And took eternal leave of this World's light, He wrote this Letter, which by Oath he bound me, To give to her own Hands, that's all my business. You may perform it then, there she sits. O with a following look. I trust me Sir, I think she'll follow him quickly. Here's some Gold, He willed me to distribute faithfully amongst your Servants. 'Las what doth he mean Sir? How cheer you Mistress? I must learn of you Sir. Here's a Letter from a Friend of yours, And where that fails, in satisfaction I have a sad Tongue ready to supply.
nodes 1776–1844 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 34 in this edition
Length
507 words · 674 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.749 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T15 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Making one too, in principall pure Latine, Cul'd out of Ouid de Triſtibus. How does your Siſter looke, is ſhe not chang'd? Chang'd? Gold into white Money was neuer ſo chang'd, As is my Siſters colour into paleneſſe. O here ſhe's brought, ſee how ſhe looks like death Lookes ſhe like Death, and ne're a word made yet, I muſt goe beat my Braines againſt a Bed-poſt, And get before my Tutor. Speake, how do'ſt thou? I hope I ſhall be well, for I am as ſicke at Heart, As I can be. 'Las my poore Girle, The Doctor's making a moſt ſoueraine drinke for thee, The worſt Ingredience, diſſolu'd Pearle and Amber, We ſpare no coſt Girle. Your loue comes to late, Yet timely thankes reward it: What is comfort, When the poore Patients Heart is paſt reliefe? It is no Doctors Art can cure my griefe. All is caſt away then, Prethee looke vpon me cheerfully. Sing but a ſtraine or two, thou wilt not thinke How 'twill reuiue thy Spirits: ſtriue with thy fit, Prethee ſweet Moll. You ſhall haue my good will Mother. Why well ſaid Wench. Weepe Eyes, breake Heart, My Loue and I muſt part, Cruell Fates, trew-loue doe ſooneſt ſeuer, O, I ſhall ſee thee, neuer, neuer, neuer. O happy is the Mayd, whoſe life takes end, Ere it knowes Parents frowne, or loſſe of friend. Weepe Eyes, breake Heart, My Loue and I muſt part. O, I could die with Muſicke: well ſung Girle. If you call it ſo, It was. She playes the Swan, and ſings her ſelfe to death. By your leaue Sir. What are you Sir? Or what's your buſineſſe pray? I may be now admitted, tho the Brother Of him your hate purſude, it ſpreads no further, Your malice ſets in death, does it not Sir? In Death? He's dead: 'twas a deere Loue to him, It coſt him but his life, that was all Sir: He pay'd enough, poore Gentleman, for his Loue. There's all our ill remou'd, if ſhe were well now: Impute not Sir, his end to any hate That ſprung from vs, he had a faire wound brought that. That helpt him forward, I muſt needs confeſſe: But the reſtraint of Loue, and your vnkindneſſe, Thoſe were the wounds, that from his Heart drew Blood, But being paſt helpe, let words forget it too: Scarcely three Minutes, ere his Eye-lids clos'd, And tooke eternall leaue of this Worlds light, He wrot this Letter, which by Oath he bound me, To giue to her owne Hands, that's all my buſineſſe. You may performe it then, there ſhe ſits. O with a following looke. I truſt me Sir, I thinke ſhe'le follow him quickly. Here's ſome Gold, He wil'd me to diſtribute faithfully amongſt your Seruants. 'Las what doth he meane Sir? How cheere you Miſtris? I muſt learne of you Sir. Here's a Letter from a Friend of yours, And where that fayles, in ſatisfaction I haue a ſad Tongue ready to ſupply.