Fisher, Jasper · published 1633 · first performed or written 1625 [c.1611-1633] (Annals) history · at University T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.76 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
'twas foully played. You lie, 'twas fairly hit. I'll give a quittance. Do your worst, vain braggart. Oh, I am slain. Hold, hold: my Nephew's slain before my face. Life shall be paid with Life. He shall not die. Shall not? Your King and Uncle says, He shall. No kingly menace, or censorious frown, Do I regard. Tanti, for all your power. But the compunction of my guilt doth send A shuddering chillness through my veins inflamed: Why do ye stare, ye grisly powers of night? There, there, His soul goes: I must follow him. He was provoked and did it in defence: And being My kinsman shall be judged by laws Of Troynovant: Such custom claims our Court. No custom shall bar justice: I command That he appear before us. Trials are vain, when Passion sits as judge. I'll soon rebate this Insolent disdain. Let not this dismal chance deface our joy: Most royal Friends. War being silenced, and Enyo's rage In hell fast fettered: Sound we now retreat, That soldiers may regreet their household gods. Their children cling about their armed thighs. And place their Trophies 'bout their smoky halls; There hang a Gauntlet bright, here a stabbed Buckler, Pile up long piles, and in that corner plant A weighty sword, brandished by some Centuríon. Not he, who ne'er on snaky perils trod, But happy He, who hath them stoutly passed: For danger's sauce gives joy a better taste. Great Monarch, if thy Summons call us back, We tender here our Service, Men, and Arms: As duty bids, and binds. Should he return: Our Province dares him front. So a most kind adieu unto all three. I know your faithful love, Kent's fourfold Head, Will check rash Rebels, and as firmly stand As hearty Oaks, who bear off Aeolus' blows, And with a whistle but deride his force. Burst gall, and die my actions in flame-colour: I saw Hirildas fall, and breathe his soul Even in my face. As though hell watched a time, To crush our pomp, and glory into sighs. The conduits of his vital spring being ripped, Spurtle'd my robes, soliciting Revenge. Belinus, Attach the Murderer, and if abettors Deny obedience, then with sword and fire Wast their Dominions. For a traitor's sake, Whole towns shall tremble, and the ground shall quake. Shall justice, and just Libra near forsake The embroidered Belt? No sign of them on earth? Are Gods dim-sighted grown, or do they sleep The morning, and carouse the afternoon? That mortal motions tumble thus by chance: Cleave thou blue Marble ceiling, that heaven's King With clearer aim may strike a tyrant's crown, Nor spend his brimstone bullets 'gainst some hill, Or innocent Pine. Your injuries run low; Mine break all bounds. My Father butchered at his lawless will: I banished from my lands, deposed from rule, Owing my Life to night and flight.
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481 words · 685 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.759 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Twas fowly plaid. You lye, twas fairely hit. I'le giue a quittance. Do your worst, vaine braggart. Oh, I am slaine. Hold, hold: my Nephew's slaine before my face. Life shall be paid with Life. He shall not dye. Shall not? Your King and Vncle sayes, Hee shall. No kingly menace, or censorious frowne, Doe I regard. Tanti, for all your power. But the compunction of my guilt doth send A shuddering chillnesse through my veines inflam'd: Why doe ye stare, ye grisly powers of night? There, there, His soule goes: I must follow him. He was prouok'd and did it in defence: And being My kinsman shall be iudg'd by lawes Of Troynovant: Such custome claimes our Court. No custome shall barre Iustice: I command That he appeare before vs. Trials are vaine, when Passion sits as Iudge. I'le soone rebate this Insolent disdaine. Let not this dismall chance deface our ioy: Most royall Friends. Warre being silenc'd, and Enyoes rage In hell fast fetterd: Sound we now retrayte, That souldiers may regreete their houshold gods. Their children cling about their armed thighes. And place their Trophees 'bout their smoaky halles; There hang a Gauntlet bright, here a stabt Buckler, Pile vp long piles, and in that corner plant A waighty sword, brandisht by some Centuríon. Not he, who neere on snaky perils trod, But happy He, who hath them stoutly past: For danger's sauce giues ioy a better tast. Great Monarch, if thy Summons call vs backe, We tender here our Seruice, Men, and Armes: As dutie bids, and binds. Should he returne: Our Province dares him front. So a most kinde adieu vnto all three. I know your faithfull loue, Kents foure-fold Head, Will checke rash Rebels, and as firmely stand As heartie Oakes, who beare off Aeolus blowes, And with a whistle but deride his force. Burst gall, and dye my actions in flame-colour: I saw Hirildas fall, and breath his soule Euen in my face. As though hell watcht a time, To crush our pompe, and glory into sighes. The conduits of his vitall spring being ript, Spurtle'd my robes, solliciting Reuenge. Belinus, Attach the Murderer, and if abettors Deny obedience, then with sword and fire Wast their Dominions. For a Traytors sake, Whole townes shall tremble, and the ground shall quake. Shall Iustice, and iust Libra neere forsake The imbroydered Belt? No signe of them on earth? Are Gods dim-sighted growne, or doe they sleepe The morning, and carowse the after noone? That mortall motions tumble thus by chance: Cleaue thou blew Marble Seeling, that heavens King With clearer ayme may strike a tyrants crowne, Nor spend his brimstone bullets 'gainst some hill, Or innocent Pine. Your iniuries run low; Mine breake all bounds. My Father butcherd at his lawlesse will: I banish'd from my lands, depos'd from rule, Owing my Life to night and flight.