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 0.77 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
I have heard you Sir. And have considered all that you have said To make me think you are now wholly mine: I must confess you have expressed a Lover, Wanted no Art to flourish your warm passion: But language is no clew to guide us to The knowledge of your heart. Nor is suspicion a cause enough in justice to condemn. It is not; but where circumstances meet, They may be thought on. By your beauty, By those fair eyes, that never killed till now, Make me so happy, but to know what cause Inclines you to suspect, and I will take it The greatest argument of love, that ever A Virgin showed to man; then I'll be bold, And with the whiteness of my soul make such Assurance of you, that not malice, aided With all the devil's cunning, shall be able To interpose one scruple more against me. You loved my Sister. I did once, my Aurelia. And you declare you can neglect her now, Look on her like a stranger. 'Tis most true. She loved you well, most nobly, with as much Fervour as ever I did or can love; Should I think to be more secure than she? Promise that firm to me, which in so fresh A sight and memory you have violated To her, that placed you in as dear a bosom? Discretion bids me pause, I may be rash, Either you loved her not at all, and so You may play false with both, or loving her With as much levity, I suppose you may Forsake me too. Therefore I bid you first farewell. I am blasted. We are both undone, I dare not see him. Was ever man so miserably lost? Is there a balm can cure me? Oh, I bleed: The sword wounds gently but love kills indeed. Has truth forsook mankind? or is it my Fate only to converse with those that are So cruel and neglectful of our sex? Unhappy Maid is he not yet returned? None yet appears. Then I despair to see him: And when I think indeed of the employment, That 'tis against himself, I may with justice Accuse my want of judgement, to expect He should perform so hard an imposition: I would I could not think of any man, They rob me of my peace: I prithee try Thy voice, to put my heart in better tune; There is a power in harmony, some say, To charm the unruly motions of the brain: Love is itself a melancholy madness: Why should not Music cure the wound of love? Melancholy hence, go get Some piece of earth to be thy seat, Here the air and nimble fire, Would shoot up to meet desire: Sullen humour, leave her blood, Mix not with the purer flood, But let pleasures swelling there, Make a Springtide all the year. How does my dear Eugenia?
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 1466–1532 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 23 of 39 in this edition
Length
486 words · 605 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.768 (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)
I have heard you Sir. And have considered all that you have said To make me thinke you are now wholly mine: I must confesse you have exprest a Lover, Wanted no Art to flourish your warme passion: But language is no clew to guide us to The knowledge of your heart. Nor is suspition a cause enough in justice to condemn. It is not; but where circumstances meet, They may be thought on. By your beauty, By those faire eyes, that never kil'd till now, Make me so happy, but to know what cause Inclines you to suspect, and I will take it The greatest argument of love, that ever A Virgin shew'd to man; then Ile be bold, And with the whitenesse of my soule make such Assurance of you, that not malice, aided With all the devils cunning, shall be able To interpose one scruple more against me. You lov'd my Sister. I did once, my Aurelia. And you declare you can neglect her now, Looke on her like a stranger. 'Tis most true. She lov'd you well, most nobly, with as much Fervour as ever I did or can love; Should I thinke to be more secure than she? Promise that firme to me, which in so fresh A sight and memory you have violated To her, that plac'd you in as deare a bosome? Discretion bids me pause, I may be rash, Either you lov'd her not at all, and so You may play false with both, or loving her With as much levity, I suppose you may Forsake me too. Therfore I bid you first farewell. I am blasted. We are both undone, I dare not see him. Was ever man so miserably lost? Is there a balme can cure me? Oh, I bleed: The sword wounds gently but love kils indeed. Has truth forsooke mankind? or is it my Fate onely to converse with those that are So cruell and neglectfull of our sexe? Vnhappy Maid is he not yet return'd? None yet appeares. Then I despaire to see him: And when I thinke indeed of the imployment, That 'tis against himselfe, I may with justice Accuse my want of judgement, to expect He should performe so hard an imposition: I would I could not thinke of any man, They rob me of my peace: I prethee try Thy voyce, to put my heart in better tune; There is a power in harmony, some say, To charme the unruly motions of the braine: Love is itselfe a melancholy madnesse: Why should not Musicke cure the wound of love? Melancholy hence, goe get Some piece of earth to be thy seat, Here the ayre and nimble fire, Would shoot up to meet desire: Sullen humour, leave her blood, Mix not with the purer floud, But let pleasures swelling there, Make a Spring-tide all the yeere. How does my deare Eugenia?