Marmion, Shackerley · published 1633 · first performed or written 1633 [1632-1633] (Annals) comedy · Prince Charles's Men (second) · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.75 · 533 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
On how have I deserved that you should think So ill of me? you may divorce the luy, The Vine from her embraces, me you can not. Where is the care you wont to have of me? What is my fault? you can be well without me, And I shall please you best when I am absent. Nay my Valeria do not weep so sore, Thy grief adds more to mine, it is enough I part from thee, my heart with drops of blood, Pays tribute to the Ocean of thy tears: This treasure of thine eyes, if spent for those, That lie unterred, wanting their funeral rites, And restless walk upon the Stygian strand, So long as fate has limited their curse, Would send them over to Elysium. One grain of that same grief which clogs her heart, Would lie in balance 'gainst the universe. The joy and happiness of all mankind, Are given to me in her, and she was borne, T'upbraid the world, and tell them they are false. What shall I do when you are ravished from me? Could Portia rather swallow glowing coals, Then burn with a desire of her lost Brutus? Shall the example of those times descend To shame my love? Could the Egyptian Queen, Rather endure the poignant stings of Adders, Than that of death which wounded Antony? And must I then survive you? can I live, When you that are my soul are taken from me? Oh 'tis not now as when Penelope Could stay ten years the coming of her love, And span a tedious web of foolish thoughts, In expectation. Faith that fled to heaven, And truth, that after once men's hearts grew cold, Would go no longer naked, now again Are come to dwell with mortals. Here's a woman, In whose comparison all wealth is sordid. And since she proves so constant, fate itself Shall not be blamed for me that I for sooke her. Are you so well resolved? but I may cross you. Oh me my father, I am quite undone I am nobody. Yes, you are the wickedest, The most ungracious child, that ever lived Under so good a government, but that Shall turn to tyranny, since your discretion Can not distinguish of the difference. Have I, what should I say? cherished you up, With tenderness, and costly education, To have you made a Sacrifice to beggary, To one that's cut off, disinherited, The son of the people? Pray sir forbear, My wrongs do not permit you to abuse me. Sir 'tis most basely done of you, to use The charity, and freedom of my house, Thus to seduce my daughter: but for that If you can keep her as well from your mind, As I can from your sight, you may in time, Learn to forget her. You were best go travel, Repair yourself by some new found plantation, Not think to supplant my issue. This place, Is moralised with thrift and industry, Suits not with men of your condition, That have no stock but their gentry. Get you in, And for your part sir, know my house no more, I'll provide her a husband. So farewell.
before the Court;Salisbury Court;Whitehall;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1004 · TCP A07024 · DEEP 818
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 137–204 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 45 in this edition
Length
533 words · 675 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.746 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
On how haue I deſerv'd that you ſhould thinke So ill of me? you may divorce the luy, The Vine from her embraces, me you can not. Where is the care you wont to haue of me? What is my fault? you can be well without me, And I ſhall pleaſe you beſt when I am abſent. Nay my Valeria doe not weepe ſo ſore, Thy griefe adds more to mine, it is enough I part from thee, my heart with drops of blood, Payes tribute to the Ocean of thy teares: This treaſure of thine eyes, if ſpent for thoſe, That lye unterr'd, wanting their funerall rites, And reſtleſſe walke upon the Stygian ſtrand, So long as fate has limited their curſe, Would ſend them over to Eliſium. One grain of that ſame griefe which clogs her heart, Would lye in ballance 'gainſt the vniuerſe. The ioy and happineſſe of all mankind, Are given to me in her, and ſhe was borne, T'upbrayd the world, and tell them they are falſe. What ſhall I doe when you are raviſht from me? Could Portia rather ſwallow glowing coles, Then burne with a deſire of her loſt Brutus? Shall the example of thoſe times deſcend To ſhame my loue? Could the Aegyptian Queene, Rather endure the poynant ſtings of Adders, Then that of death which wounded Antony▪ And muſt I then ſurviue you? can I liue, When you that are my ſoule are taken from me? Oh tis not now as when Penelope Could ſtay ten yeares the comming of her loue, And ſpan a tedious web of fooliſh thoughts, In expectation. Faith that fled to heaven, And truth, that after once mens hearts grew cold, Would goe no longer naked, now againe Are come to dwell with mortals. Here's a woman, In whoſe compariſon all wealth is ſordid. And ſince ſhe proues ſo conſtant, fate it ſelfe Shall not be blam'd for me that I for ſooke her. Are you ſo well reſolu'd? but I may croſſe you. Oh me my father, I am quite undone I am no body. Yes, you are the wickedſt, The moſt vngratious child, that ever liu'd Vnder ſo good a government, but that Shall turne to tyrannie, ſince your diſcretion Can not diſtinguiſh of the difference. Haue I, what ſhould I ſay? cheriſht you up, With tenderneſſe, and coſtly education, To haue you made a Sacrifice to beggery, To one that's cut off, diſinherited, The ſonne of the people? Pray ſir forbeare, My wrongs doe not permit you to abuſe me. Sir tis moſt baſely done of you, to uſe The charity, and freedome of my houſe, Thus to ſeduce my daughter: but for that If you can keepe her as well from your mind, As I can from your ſight, you may in time, Learne to forget her. You were beſt goe travell, Repaire your ſelfe by ſome new found plantation, Not thinke to ſupplant my iſſue. This place, Is moraliz'd with thrift and induſtry, Suites not with men of your condition, That haue no ſtocke but their gentry. Get you in, And for your part ſir, know my houſe no more, Ile provide her a husband. So farewell.