Rowley, William · published 1633 · first performed or written 1619 [c.1619-1620(?)] (Annals) tragedy · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Phoenix/Cockpit T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.84 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
You leave me in a tempest, heaven guide my fate, Oh let me sink ere I be captivated. I do not like this match, this gay outside Is cloth of gold, within a ragged lining. O poor comparison father, do they use to line cloth of gold with cloth of gold; no, but with fine, gentle, and easy linings, and such my sister may be, for though I say it that should not say it, my sister has a good face, a white neck, and a dainty hand, and that may serve for lining for the best cloth of gold in all Spain. Cedars and shrubs cannot grow up together. Away, away, speak not so like a Wood monger, I'll Put you down with a caparison now, do we not use To graft sweet apples upon crabtree stocks, do we Not use to inoculate your Malicatoon upon a Gooseberry? Such is my sister's case now, say that the noble man Would inoculate his Lordship upon my sister's yeomanry, What hurt were in this? would it grieve you to be a lord's brother, or this old woman to have her Lady Daughter to ask, Gravam, how do you, will you ride Abroad in your Croarch, or your embroidered side-saddle? ay, thou talk'st wildly boy, yet errest not much In my conceit, be content man, and add as meet it is, joy to content, your daughter shall be made a happy woman By a noble marriage. Happy sayst thou? oh 'tis as distant as the Moon from earth, And has the like effects, it changes oft, So with a silver brow, greatness looks on us Promising and lovely, but once grown full, It brings swelling billows to o'erwhelm us. Pray father talk no more of the moon, but of your son, Not myself that am your son and heir, but of your Son in law that shall be, my noble L. Antonio, Lord of Barcelona, and his noble Lady my sister, that shall be. 'Twill well become her, what arms shall I give to make her gentle by? Those we can buy of the Heralds, you know she Has cried Oranges the most of her time here in Civil, Now a fine Orange for her crest, with Civility Written round about it would speaks wondrous well, Than a Capon in a scutcheon with a gizzard Under his left arm, with his spurs upon his heels Riding upon a Leman. Away, away Thy talks impertinent, what should a Capon Do with a Leman? ay, you say well Father there indeed, A Capon desires no Leman, and therefore We'll hope of both that neither the Lord Prove himself a Capon, nor my Sister a Leman. ay, this thou touchest by a forced figure, The perfect sense of all, thence grows my fear: This love was first conceived, and borne in lust How long has he laid an unlawful liege Against her Virgin honour, which had she yielded, And been so lemond, she ne'er had been proffered The style of wife.
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Length
506 words · 663 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.835 (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)
You leave me in a tempest, heaven guide my fate, Oh let me sinke ere I be captivate. I doe not like this match, this gay out-side Is cloth of gold, within a ragged lining. O poore comparison father, doe they use to line cloth of gold with cloth of gold; no, but with fine, gentle, and easie linings, and such my sister may be, for tho I say it that should not say it, my sister has a good face, a white necke, and a dainty hand, and that may serve for lining for the best cloth of gold in all Spaine. Cedars and shrubs cannot grow up together. Away, away, speake not so like a Wood monger, I'le Put you downe with a caparison now, doe we not use To graft sweet apples upon crab-tree stocks, doe we Not use to enoculate your Malicatoon upon a Gooseberry? Such is my sisters case now, say that the noble man Would enoculate his Lordship upon my sisters yeomandry, What hurt were in this? would it grieve you to be a Lords brother, or this old woman to have her Lady Daughter to aske, Grauam, how doe you, will you ride Abroad in your Croarch, or your embroderd side-saddle? I, thou talk'st wildly boy, yet err'st not much In my conceit, be content man, and adde as meete it is, Ioy to content, your daughter shal be made a happy woman By a noble marriage. Happy say'st thou? oh 'tis as distant as the Moon from earth, And has the like effects, it changes oft, So with a silver brow, greatnesse lookes on us Promising and lovely, but once growne full, It brings swelling billowes to o'rewhelme us. Pray father talk no more of the moon, but of your son, Not my selfe that am your son and heire, but of your Son in law that shall be, my noble L. Antonio, Lord of Barcelona, and his noble Lady my sister, that shall be. 'Twill well become her, what armes shall I give to make her gentle by? Those we can buy of the Heraulds, you know shee Has cryde Orenges the most of her time here in Ciuill, Now a fine Orenge for her crest, with Ciuillity Written round aboud it would speaks wondrous well, Then a Capon in a Scutchen with a gizard Vnder his left arme, with his spurs vpon his heeles Riding vpon a Leman. Away, away Thy talkes impertinent, what should a Capon Do with a Leman? I, you say well Father there indeed, A Capon desires no Leman, and therefore Wele hope of both that neither the Lord Proue himselfe a Capon, nor my Sister a Leman. I, this thou touchest by a forced figure, The perfect sence of all, thence grows my feare: This loue was first , and borne in lust How long has he laid an vnlawfull leige Against her Virgin honour, which had she yeelded, And beene so lemond, she nere had bin profferd The stile of wife.