Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.86 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Yes. I do confess I am a woman; see, Here is the man has won what ye have lost; Stout soldiers sure, that when the City gates Were open to ye, durst not enter in. O Isabella, 'tis for thy sake I know That all these miseries do happen me. (Forgive me good Laurentio) Isabella, At length I have experience what it is To love an outside, the mere bark of woman, And to forsake an inward virtue: but If once I have thee in possession more— Follow me Witch, devil, strumpet, prostitute. Ah whither will he drag me? oh my heart! What have ye done with my dead sister's body? Thy sister's body now has got a soul. (O my sweet Cleopes!) most welcome brother. But doth she live then? And so happily, As I have called it impudence to wish What I do now enjoy. Whom do I see? My daughter Isabella? But is this Cleopes? I dare not look upon that wronged face. It is, and now thy sister's husband. Brother, All health, all happiness. More than all to you, Good Cleopes.— But dost thou live, my sister? Why wast thou dead but now? Thou shalt hear that Some other time. Seest thou that virgin? Yes, it is my sister Isabella. Peace. I am undone! my father, and my brother. Sir, I beseech you pardon what my love, And younger years have trespassed. Rise my daughter; joy will not suffer me for to be angry. Seest thou that face? It is Endymion My brother.— Brother, God save you. Sister! Thy Brother? 'tis thy traitor that I mean, That has undone thee and thy name. 'Tis Lucius. Sir I beseech you do not harken to him. No more. A pox upon this honesty, It will undo us all: 'tis ten to one But that his tender Conscience will persuade him To pay in the money for all this. Fair soul Canst thou forgive thy Lucius? Canst thou love Thy Isabella? Give me a man dares ask That question? Good Laurentio let me crave Your liking and consent. Consent? to what? To marry this your daughter. Marry my daughter? No perjured wretch. Sir I beseech you grant it. O Lucius! O happy hour! Thou hast her, And with her such a portion as shall please thee. I will not hear of Portion, she herself Is dowry enough to me.— O Isabella! What? Is the player's boy proved woman too? Father. I say trouble me not— the mortgage. Sir I beseech you hear me. Fie, fie, fie. And let me have your approbation In this young Gentleman for my husband. O. Perhaps sir you may doubt of his estate, But if you'll credit me, I can instruct you, I am his Father, he mine only Son, And (I do thank my stars) our fortune's are None of the meanest. Speak Sir, will you give Your daughter here, without a portion?
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490 words · 671 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.862 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Yes. I doe confeſſe I am a woman; ſee, Here is the man has wonne what ye haue loſt; Stout ſouldiers ſure, that when the Citie gates VVere open to yee, durſt not enter in. O Iſabella, 'tis for thy ſake I know That all theſe miſeries doe happen mee. (Forgiue mee good Laurentio) Iſabella, At length I haue experience what it is To loue an outſide, the meere barke of woman, And to forſake an inward vertue: but If once I haue thee in poſſeſſion more — Follow mee Witch, devill, ſtrumpet, proſtitute. Ah whither will he drag mee? oh my heart! What haue yee done with my dead ſiſters body? Thy ſiſters body now has got a ſoule. (O my ſweet Cleopes!) moſt welcome brother. But doth ſhe liue then? And ſo happily, As I haue call'd it impudence to wiſh What I doe now enjoy. Whom doe I ſee? My daughter Iſabella? But is this Cleopes? I dare not looke upon that wronged face. It is, and now thy ſiſters husband. Brother, All health, all happineſſe. More then all to you, Good Cleopes.— But doſt thou liue, my ſiſter? Why waſt thou dead but now? Thou ſhalt heare that Some other time. Seeſt thou that virgin? Yes, it is my ſiſter Iſabella. Peace. I am undone! my father, and my brother. Sir, I beſeech you pardon what my loue, And younger yeeres haue treſpas'd. Riſe my daughter; Ioy will not ſuffer mee for to be angry. Seeſt thou that face? It is Endymion My brother.—Brother, God ſaue you. Siſter! Thy Brother? 'tis thy traytour that I meane, That has undone thee and thy name. 'Tis Lucius. Sir I beſeech you doe not hearken to him. No more. A pox upon this honeſty, It will vndoe us all: 'tis ten to one But that his tender Conſcience will perſwade him To pay in the money for all this. Faire ſoule Canſt thou forgiue thy Lucius? Canſt thou loue Thy Iſabella? Give me a man dares aske That queſtion? Good Laurentio let me craue Your likeing and conſent. Conſent? to what? To marry this your daughter. Marry my daughter? No periur'd wretch. Sir I beſeech you grant it. O Lucius! O happy houre! Thou haſt her, And with her ſuch a portion as ſhall pleaſe thee. I will not heare of Portion, ſhee her ſelfe Is dowry enough to mee.— O Iſabella! What? Is the Players boy prov'd woman too? Father. I ſay trouble me not—the morgage. Sir I beſeech you heare me. Fy, fy, fy. And let me haue your approbation▪ In this young Gentleman for my husband. O. Perhaps ſir you may doubt of his eſtate, But if you'le credit me, I can inſtruct you, I am his Father, hee mine onely Sonne, And (I doe thanke my ſtarrs) our fortun's are None of the meaneſt. Speake Sir, will you give Your daughter here, without a portion?