Shirley, James · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [licensed for stage, Oct 3] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.79 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Will be your honour, and the deed itself Reward us in his benefit, he was ever wild Assured your ends are noble, we are happy in. Master Fowler. Is he come already? Remove the hearse into this Chamber In your nobleness, I desire you will Interpret fairly what I am to personate And by the Story you will find I have Some cause of passion. This is the room I sickened in, and by report died in, umh I have heard of spirits walking with aerial bodies, and ha' been wondered at by others, but I must only wonder at myself, for if they be not mad, I'm come to my own burial, certain these clothes are substantial, I owe my tailor for 'em to this hour, if the Devil be not my tailor, and hath furnished me with another suit very like it— This is no magical noise, essential gold and silver? What do I with it if I be dead? Here are no reckonings to be paid with it, no Tavern Bills, no midnight Revels, with the costly Tribe of amorous she sinners, now I cannot spend it, would the poor had it, by their prayers I might hope to get out of this new pitiful Purgatory, or at least know which way I came in to't— Here they are in mourning, what a Devil do they mean to do with me— not too many tears Lady, you will but spoil your eyes, and draw upon 'em the misery of Spectacles, do not you know me neither? Oh Master Fowler. Ha, out with't, nay and the woman but acknowledge me alive, there's some hope a me. I loved thee living with a holy flame to purge the errors of thy wanton youth. I'm dead again. This made thy soul sue out so hasty a Divorce. And flee to airy dwellings, hath Left us thy cold pale figure, which we have Commission but to chamber up in Melancholy dust, where thy own worms Like the false servants of some great man shall devour thee first. I am worm's meat, We must all die. Wooed some of you would do't quickly, that I might ha' company, But wert thou now to live again with us And that by miracle thy soul should with thy Body have second marriage, I believe Thou wouldst study to keep it a chaste Temple, holy Thoughts like Fumes of sacred incense hovering About this heart, than thou wouldst learn to be Above thy frailties, and resist the flatteries of Smooth-faced lust. This is my Funeral sermon. The burden of which sin, my fears persuade me, both hastened and accompanied thy death. This sorrow is unfruitful. I ha' done, May this prayer profit him, would his soul were As sure to gain heaven as his body's, here, We must hope the best, he was an inconstant young man, frequenting of some companies, had corrupted his nature, and a little debauched him.
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Length
495 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.787 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Will be your honour, and the deed it selfe Reward us in his benefit, he was ever wilde Assured your ends are noble, we are happy in'. Master Fowler. Is he come already? Remove the hearse into this Chamber In your noblenesse, I desire you will Interpret fairely what I am to personate And by the Story you will finde I haue Some cause of passion. This is the roome I sickned in, and by report dyed in, umh I have heard of spirits walking with aeriall bodies, and ha beene wondered at by others, but I must only wonder at my selfe, for if they be not mad, I'me come to my owne buriall, certaine these clothes are substantiall, I owe my Taylor for 'em to this houre, if the Divell bee not my Taylor, and hath furnish'd me with another suit very like it — This is no magicall noyse, essentiall gold and silver? What doe I with it if I be dead? Here are no reckonings to be payd with it, no Taverne Bils, no midnight Revels, with the costly Tribe of amorous she sinners, now I cannot spend it, would the poore had it, by their prayers I might hope to get out of this new pittifull Purgatory, or at least know which way I came in to't — Here they are in mourning, what a Divell doe they meane to doe with me — not too many teares Lady, you will but spoyle your eyes, and draw upon 'em the misery of Spectacles, doe not you know me neyther? Oh Master Fowler. Ha, out wa't, nay and the woman but acknowledge me alive, there's some hope a me. I loved thee living with a holy flame to purge the errours of thy wanton youth. I'me dead againe. This made thy soule sue out so hasty a Divorce. And flee to aery dwellings, hath Left vs thy cold pale figure, which wee haue Commission but to chamber vp in Melancholly dust, where thy owne wormes Like the false servants of some great man shall devoure thee first. I am wormes meate, We must all dye. Woo'd some of you would do't quickly, that I might ha company, But wert thou now to liue againe with vs And that by miracle thy soule should with thy Body haue second marriage, I beleeue Thou woo'dst study to keepe it a chast Temple, holy Thoughts like Fumes of sacred incense houering About this heart, then thou wo'dst learne to be Above thy frailties, and resist the flatteries of Smooth-fac'd lust. This is my Funerall sermon. The burden of which sinne, my feares perswade me, both hastned and accompanied thy death. This sorrow is vnfruitfull. I ha done, May this prayer profit him, woo'd his soule were As sure to gaine heauen as his bodie's, here, We must hope the best, he was an inconstant young man▪ frequenting of some companies, had corrupted his nature, and a little debauched him.