Shirley, James · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [licensed for stage, Jan 10] (Annals) comedy · King's Revels Company (?); Prince Charles's Men (second) (?) · Salisbury Court T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.82 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
In the direction You'll find it, with all necessary circumstance To meet with him This all: you do not well. To mock my honest heart with this cheap service. I was in earnest, when I promised more, Than carriage of a letter. If you please To make it then a perfect act of Nobleness, You may take notice, that I long have loved him, And if you find him cold, in the perusal: Tell him I had the promise of his faith, When I gave up my heart, i'th' presence of A thousand Angels, that will witness it: If yet he be not soft to stir up his Compassion, tell him how I live, and languish, You may report you saw me weep, I have not Much more to say, if you will do this favour, 'twill be an argument of your respect, I see your resolution cools already. 'tis a severe employment, but I'll do Something, pray honour me to kiss your hand, I have not yet deserved to reach your lip: Content dwell in your bosom. What success? I hope well, some affairs Call me away. Good Master Yongrave: how do you like this Gentleman. I shall desire to see him again, my heart Is light upon sudden, please you Uncle I'll in, and play a lesson o'my Lute. Do what you please, I relish not your air, That's only sweet to me that profit brings, There is no music without golden strings. Was ever Maid so miserable in her affection? Is not my fate as cruel? Cannot we love him still, and yet be sisters? I hope we may; the love I bear to him Shall not destroy my piety to you: Nature hath framed us two in person, but we are both one in heart. Indeed we are; we are too much one, And both love one too much, for either to enjoy him. Say not so, give me a little time and I will try How I can give him you; I will persuade My heart to let him go. Alas poor sister, Why should you give him me? it is no argument; Because I came one minute into life Before you, therefore you should render first To me, what is so precious to yourself; Rather let me begin, that was first made Acquainted to the world, resign to thee, And make thee happy by enjoying him. But do you know the miserable consequence? For if you love him with that truth, and fervour You speak of, (as it were a sin in me Not to believe it,) can you look for less Than death, to see me mistress of his faith, And lead in nuptial triumph to the Church? I cannot tell— Or if it did not kill you So soon, I know the sorrow would distract you. How can I smile to see my sister weep, Away her eyes, and tell the jarring minutes With hasty sighs to know herself forsaken?
King's Revels Company (?); Prince Charles's Men (second) (?)
Theater
Salisbury Court;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Professional;Boys Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 980 · TCP A12129 · DEEP 792
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 518–582 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 39 in this edition
Length
498 words · 617 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.816 (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)
In the direction You'l find it, with all necessary circumstance To meet with him This all: you doe not well. To mocke my honest heart with this cheape service. I was in earnest, when I promisd more, Than carriage of a letter. If you please To make it then a perfect act of Noblenesse, You may take notice, that I long have loved him, And if you finde him cold, in the perusall: Tell him I had the promise of his faith, When I gave up my heart, i'th presence of A thousand Angels, that will witnesse it: If yet hee bee not soft to stirre up his Compassion, tell him how I live, and languish, You may report you saw mee weepe, I have not Much more to say, if you will doe this favour, Twill be an argument of your respect, I see your resolution cooles already. Tis a severe imployment, but Ile doe Something, pray honour mee to kisse your hand, I have not yet deserv'd to reach your lippe: Content dwell in your bosome. What successe? I hope well, some affaires Call mee away. Good Master Yongrave: how doe you like this Gentleman. I shall desire to see him agen, my heart Is light upon sudden, please you Vncle Ile in, and play a lesson o'my Lute. Doe what you please, I rellish not your ayre, Thats onely sweet to mee that profit brings, There is no musicke without golden strings. Was ever Maid so miserable in her affection? Is not my fate as cruell? Cannot wee love him still, and yet bee sisters? I hope we may; the love I beare to him Shall not destroy my piety to you: Nature hath fram'd us two in person, but wee are both one in heart. Indeed we are; Wee are too much one, And both love one too much, for either to enjoy him. Say not so, give me a little time and I will try How I can give him you; I will perswade My heart to let him goe. Alas poore sister, Why should you give him me? it is no argument; Because I came one minute into life Before you, therefore you should render first To me, what is so pretious to your selfe; Rather let me begin, that was first made Acquainted to the world, resigne to thee, And make thee happy by enjoying him. But doe you know the miserable consequence? For if you love him with that truth, and fervour You speake of, (as it were a sinne in me Not to beleeve it,) can you looke for lesse Than death, to see mee mistresse of his faith, And lead in nuptiall triumph to the Church? I cannot tell— Or if it did not kill you So soone, I know the sorrow would distract you. How can I smile to see my sister weepe, Away her eyes, and tell the jarring minutes With hasty sighes to know her selfe forsaken?