Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

All's Lost by Lust · chunk 22 of 33

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 0.76 · 462 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.

I know not: For a what do call 'em? those long upright things that grow a yard above the ground; oh Cuckoo pintle roots, but I got her her belly full at last. So 'twas well. But the best lest was, she bit her shoemaker by the ear as he was drawing on her shoes; and another time her tailor for girding her too straight, he had a long nose, but she did so pinch his bill; what, hast thou good news brother? Very good brother, all I read are well. Yes faith brother, we are in health, and drink to thine sometimes. Brother, I would have your swift return. 'twas my sister's charge, she thinks of long things, poor heart. I cannot give you the entertainment I would brother, but I pray you let this provide for you. This is Hostess, Tapster, Chamberlain, & all, brother. In the morning early my letter shall be ready for you. I will lie in my boot all night, but I'll be ready as soon as your letter: Bonos nocios, mi frater. Stay brother, one thing I must ask you, And pray you tell me, What's your thought of me, Finding me in a Lady's company? O brother, I would not have you think you have a fool to your kindred, what! I understand these toys, there are fowl, and there are fish, there are wagtails, and there are Mermaids. Of what sort do you think she is? Oh brother, definitions and distinctions! fie on 'em, come, I know flesh and blood will be sporting. And I were a married man myself, I would not always be at home, I would hawk, and hunt, and ride, there are divers members in one body, there are flesh days, and there are fish days, a man must not always eat one sort of meat. I see you are a wag brother. Always let a married man get his own children at home if he can, if he have a bit abroad for procreation or so—. Well good night brother, I pray hold a good opinion of me. O Sir, I can wink with one eye like a gunner, shall I make my sister sick of the yellow jaundice? no, thought is free, whatsoever I speak, I'll say nothing; Vale, valete, valete, valetote. I can dissemble mirth no longer. Oh my afflicted soul, wert thou capable Of separation, thou wouldst now be rent Into a thousand pieces: Lazarello. Now Sir, you are full of news I'm sure. Heavy and froward news: where's Dionysia? At distance enough in the Castle; you may speak. I am discovered, Margaretta knows of this Her wrong, and my disloyalty. It was no mystery, And must be found, but how does she bear it.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayAll's Lost by Lust
AuthorRowley, William
Publication year (edition)1633
First performance / composition (Annals)1619 [c.1619-1620(?)]
First performance (BritDrama)1619 [1619-1620(?)]
Company (BritDrama)Prince Charles's Men (first)
TheaterPhoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 993 · TCP A11155 · DEEP 807
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1326–1358 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 33 in this edition
Length462 words · 612 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T11 — Siblings, kin and confidants cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.756 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 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 know not: For a what doe call 'um? those long upright things that grow a yard above the ground; oh Cuckow pintle roots, but I got her her belly full at last. So twas well. But the best lest was, she bit her shoomaker by the eare as he was drawing on her shoes; and another time her Taylor for girding her too straight, he had a long nose, but she did so pinch his bill; what, hast thou good newes brother? Very good brother, all I reade are well. Yes faith brother, we are in health, and drinke to thine sometimes. Brother, I woud have your swift returne. Twas my sisters charge, she thinkes of long things, poore heart. I cannot give you the entertainment I woud brother, but I pray you let this provide for you. This is Hostesse, Tapster, Chamberlaine, & all, brother. In the morning early my letter shall bee ready for you. I will lye in my boote all night, but I'le bee ready as soone as your letter: Bonos nocios, mi frater. Stay brother, one thing I must aske you, And pray you tell me, Whats your thought of me, Finding me in a Ladies company? O brother, I woud not have you thinke you have a foole to your kindred, what! I understand these toyes, there are fowle, and there are fish, there are wag-tayles, and there are Mermayds. Of what sort do you thinke she is? Oh brother, definitions and distinctions! fie on 'um, come, I know flesh and bloud will be sporting. And I were a married man my selfe, I woud not alwayes be at home, I woud hawke, and hunt, and ride, there are divers members in one body, there are flesh dayes, and there are fish dayes, man must not alwayes eate one sort of meat. I see you are a wag brother. Alwayes let a married man get his owne children at home if he can, if he have a bit abroad for procreation or so—. Well good night brother, I pray hold a good opinion of me. O Sir, I can winke with one eye like a gunner, shall I make my sister sicke of the yelow laundies? no, thought is free, whatsoever I speak, I'le say nothing; Vale, valete, valete, valetote. I can dissemble mirth no longer. Oh my afflicted soule, wert thou capable Of separation, thou woudst now be rent Into a thousand peeces: . Now Sir, you are full of newes I'me sure. Heavy and froward newes: where's Dionisia? At distance enough in the Castle; you may speake. I am discover'd, Margaretta knowes of this Her wrong, and my disloyalty. It was no mystery, And must be found, but how does she beare it.