Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.75 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Away you stinkards, I willbe visited no more today. Avoid I say. Have I not done it well? Oh Noah, you want the pawls, and the hums, And the grave thumb under the girdle too. Oh, that's for old living brokers, I'm a young one. You must indent then with them, for to keep you Some hounds or cocks, and get a handsome wife To entertain you. A wife? a thunderbolt Is entered me, 'pray thee no more. How now? And get you packing too, thou old impostor, With your distorted puppet here; and you That make the custards quake where ere you come, Thou enemy to sweet meats. Mr. Hook 'Twould relish more of wisdom if you did Bear out this matter coolly. Come my daughter. O me! the very boy's will laugh at me. Anteros salute your sister, and embrace her. I am undone again! what shall I do Loveall? What shall you do? why kiss her man. Sister god save you,— and as much to you My never-to-be-hereafter father in law. Woe's me! what shall I say? what shall I do? I have given in the mortgage, and without money. But what new spectacle is this? What's here? How? the dead body of a gentlewoman? Is this Neander? Hold the cut throat fiddlers Whilst we do bring this gentlewoman 'fore the justice. A kind and loving husband sure, that has. Made a fair hand on's wife thus the first day. Ha? what is this I see? O traitorous eyes: Can I believe ye any more? my sister? Constantina? How's that? It cannot be. 'Tis she. O partial heavens! but yet it is not, 'Tis not long since I left my sister safe With in her chamber, and in another habit— By all the powers 'tis she— I do profane The gods; it is not she, it is not.— once more. The twins of Leda were not half so like. I'll be resolved immediately. Good M. justice, I pray you hear me. As we did dance even now In your North field, we found this gentlewoman, Lying all along (as to say) even quite dead, And this her husband with his naked sword Standing hard by her. Another riddle yet. Her husband? ha? Why is not this Neander One of the rival's in my daughter's love? Ander, or Pander, we know not that, But 'tis her husband, that we're sure of Is he not Robin? I that he is our Edward, We both were present when they were detracted. Subtracted you fool. But as I said before Seeing him stand so desperately with his sword We stole behind him, and so caught him. A valiant act believe't. Good sir, let's go. Ah Constantina, ah good heart! was this The journey you intended? Sir, I beseech you— We shall be poisoned with these women's sighs 'Tis worse than a German hothouse.
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Length
482 words · 658 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.752 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
Away you ſtinkards, I wilbe viſited no more to day. Avoyde I ſay. Have I not done it well? Oh noe, you want the pawles, and the hums, And the grave thumbe under the girdle too. Oh, that's for old living brokers, I'me a young one. You muſt indent then with them, for to keepe you Some hounds or cocks, and get a handſome wife To entertaine you. A wife? a thunderbolt Is entred me, 'pray thee no more. How now? And get you packing too, thou olde impoſtor, With your diſtorted puppet here; and you That make the cuſtardes quake where ere you come, Thou enemy to ſweet meats. Mr. Hooke 'Twould relliſh more of wiſedome if you did Beare out this matter coolely. Come my daughter. O me! the very boy's will laugh at me. Anteros ſalute your ſiſter, and embrace her. I am undone againe! what ſhall I doe Loveall? What ſhall you doe? why kiſſe her man. Siſter god ſave you, — and as much to you My never-to-be-hereafter father in law. Woe's me! what ſhall I ſay? what ſhall I doe? I have given in the morgage, and without money. But what new ſpectacle is this? Whats heere? How? the dead body of a gentle-woman? Is this Neandur? Hold the cut throat fidlers Whilſt we doe bring this gentlewoman 'fore the juſtice. A kind and loving husband ſure, that has. Made a fayre hand on's wife thus the firſt day. Ha? what is this I ſee? O trayterous eyes: Can I believe ye any more? my ſiſter? Conſtantina? How's that? It cannot be. 'Tis ſhe. O partiall heavens! but yet it is not, 'Tis not long ſince I left my ſiſter ſafe With in her chamber, and in another habit — By all the powers 'tis ſhe — I doe profane The god's; it is not ſhe, it is not. — once more. The twins of Leda were not halfe ſo like. I'le be reſolv'd immediatly. Good M. juſtice, I pray you heare me. As we did daunce even now In your North field, we found this gentlewoman, Lying all along (as to ſay) even quite dead, And this her husband with his naked ſword Standing hard by her. Another riddle yet. Her husband? ha? Why is not this Neander One of the rivall's in my daughters love? Ander, or Pander, wee know not that, But 'tis her husband, that wee'r ſure of Is he not Robbin? I that he is our Edward, We both were preſent when they were detracted. Subtracted you foole. But as I ſayd before Seeing him ſtand ſo deſperatly with his ſword We ſtole behind him, and ſo caught him. A valiant act believ't. Good ſir, let's goe. Ah Conſtantina, ah good heart! was this The journey you intended? Sir, I beſeech you — We ſhall be poyſon'd with theſe womens ſighs 'Tis worſe then a Germayne hot-houſe.