Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.86 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Henceforth I'll set the Kite to keep my chickens, And make the Wolf my shepherd. PAmphilus, how is't? I know not how to answer thee. She met me with more courtship than I tendered. Sir, we are both abused, and the same womb That gave us life was fruitful to our ruin. Your traitor wears the mask called Brother: mine As cunning a disguise, the name of Sister. These eyes are witness that descried 'em kissing Closer than cockles, and in lustful twines Outbid the ivy, or the circling arms Of winding vines. Their hot embraces met So near, and folded in so close a knot, As if they would incorporate, and grow one. Then farewell all respect of blood and friendship, I do pronounce thee stranger. If there can be Valour in treachery, put thy trust in steel As I do, not in brothers.— Draw, or die. Brother. I hate the name, it is a word Whets my just anger to a sharper edge. Hear me. I will no pleading but the sword. Wert thou protected by Apollo's temple, Or hadst the altar for security, Religion should not bind me from thy death. Couldst thou retreat into my mother's womb, There my revenge should find thee. I am sudden, And talk is tedious. Bear me witness heaven, This action is unwilling. PUt up for shame those rude unhallowed blades, And let not rash opinion of a valour Persuade you to be Parricides. Pray remember You thirst but your own blood. He that o'ercomes Loses the one half of himself. Dear Chremylus, The reverence to your age hath tied my hands: But were my thread of life measured by his, I'd cut it off, though we both fell together; That my incensed soul might follow his, And to eternity prosecute my revenge. Brother, at your entreaty I adventured To court Evadne; and because I found her Against my mind, too easy to my suit, Your rage falls heavy on me. On my knees I beg, dear father, cloister me in darkness, Or send me to the desert to converse With nothing but a wilderness, or expose me To the cold mercy of the wind and wave, So you will free me from the company Of a false sister. Sir, with much persuasion She wrought on me to personate a love To Pamphilus, to find if I could stagger The faith he vowed to her. This have I done, And this so much hath moved her. Here you see The fruits of rashness. Do you find your error? But the foul spring from whence these bitter streams Had their first head, I fear, it from you Dypsas. I will no more deny it, I have sown Those seeds of doubt, wishing to see dissension Ripe for the sickle— For what cause I now Forbear to speak— but henceforth I will strive To clear those jealousies, and conclude their loves In a blessed nuptial.
nodes 1195–1263 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 47 in this edition
Length
492 words · 635 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.860 (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)
Henceforth I'le set the Kite to keep my chickens, And make the Wolf my shepheard. PAmphilus, how is't? I know not how to answer thee. She met me with more courtship then I tender'd. Sir, we are both abus'd, and the same wombe That gave us life was fruitfull to our ruine. Your traitour weares the mask call'd Brother: mine As cunning a disguise, the name of Sister. These eyes are witnesse that descried 'um kissing Closer then cockles, and in lustfull twines Outbid the ivy, or the circling arms Of winding vines. Their hot embraces met So neare, and folded in so close a knot, As if they would incorporate, and grow one. Then farewell all respect of bloud and friendship, I do pronounce thee stranger. If there can be Valour in treachery, put thy trust in steel As I do, not in brothers.— Draw, or die. Brother. I hate the name, it is a word Whets my just anger to a sharper edge. Heare me. I will no pleading but the sword. Wert thou protected by Apollo's temple, Or hadst the altar for security, Religion should not binde me from thy death. Couldst thou retreat into my mothers wombe, There my revenge should finde thee. I am sudden, And talk is tedious. Beare me witnesse heaven, This action is unwilling. PUt up for shame those rude unhallowed blades, And let not rash opinion of a valour Perswade you to be Parricides. Pray remember You thirst but your own bloud. He that o'recomes Loses the one half of himself. Deare Chremylus, The reverence to your age hath tied my hands: But were my threed of life measur'd by his, I'de cut it off, though we both fell together; That my incensed soul might follow his, And to eternity prosecute my revenge. Brother, at your intreaty I adventured To court Evadne; and because I found her Against my minde, too easie to my suit, Your rage falls heavie on me. On my knees I beg, deare father, cloyster me in darknesse, Or send me to the desert to converse With nothing but a wildernesse, or expose me To the cold mercy of the winde and wave, So you will free me from the company Of a false sister. Sir, with much perswasion She wrought on me to personate a love To Pamphilus, to finde if I could stagger The faith he vow'd to her. This have I done, And this so much hath moved her. Here you see The fruits of rashnesse. Do you finde your errour? But the foul spring from whence these bitter streams Had their first head, I fear, it from you Dypsas. I will no more denie it, I have sown Those seeds of doubt, wishing to see dissension Ripe for the sickle—For what cause I now Forbeare to speak—but henceforth I will strive To cleare those jealousies, and conclude their loves In a blest nuptiall.