Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.74 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
What Fatal? what Disastrous? Some Host that hath been owner of this house, In it his Guest hath slain; And we suspect 'Twas he of whom you bought it. How came this Discovered to you first? I'll tell you Sir, But further from the gate: Your son one night Supped late abroad, I within; Oh that night, I never shall forget; Being safe got home, I saw him in his chamber laid to rest; And after went to mine, and being drowsy, Forgot by chance, to put the Candle out; Being dead asleep; Your son affrighted, calls So loud, that I soon wakened; Brought in light, And found him almost drowned in fearful sweat; Amazed to see't, I did demand the cause: Who told me, that this murdered Ghost appeared, His body gashed, and all o'er-stuck with wounds; And spoke to him as follows. Oh proceed, 'tis that I long to hear. I am, quoth he, A Transmarine by birth, who came well stored With Gold and jewels, to this fatal house; Where seeking safety, I encountered death: The covetous Merchant, Landlord of this rent, To whom I gave my life and wealth in charge; Freely to enjoy the one, robbed me of both: Here was my body buried, here my Ghost Must ever walk, till that have Christian right; Till when, my habitation must be here: Then fly young man, Remove thy family, And seek some safer dwelling: For my death, This mansion is accursed; 'Tis my possession, Bought at the dear rate of my life and blood, None enter here, that aims at his own good. And with this charge he vanished. Oh my fear, Whither wilt thou transport me? I Entreat keep further from the gate, and fly. Fly whither? Why dost not thou fly too? What need I fear, the Ghost and I am friends. But Reignald. Tush, I nothing have deserved, Nor aught transgressed: I came not near the gate. To whom was that thou spak'st? Was't you Sir named me? Now as I live, I thought the dead man called, To inquire for him that thundered at the gate Which he so dearly paid for: Are you mad, To stand a foreseen danger? What shall I do? Cover you head and fly; Lest looking back, You spy your own confusion. Why dost not thou fly too? I tell you Sir, The Ghost and I am friends. Why didst thou quake then? In fear lest some mischance may fall on you, That have the dead offended, For my part, The Ghost and I am friends: Why fly you not, Since here you are not safe? Some blessed powers guard me. Nay Sir, i'll not forsake you: I have got the start; But eat the goal, 'twill ask both Brain and Art. We are bound to you, kind Master Geraldine, For this great entertainment; troth your cost Hath much exceeded common neighbourhood: You have feasted us like Princes.
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Length
492 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.737 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What Fatall? what Disasterous? Some Host that hath beene owner of this house, In it his Guest hath slaine; And we suspect 'Twas he of whom you bought it. How came this Discouer'd to you first? Ile tell you Sir, But further from the gate: Your sonne one night Suppt late abroad, I within; Oh that night, I neuer shall forget; Being safe got home, I saw him in his chamber laid to rest; And after went to mine, and being drowsie, Forgot by chance, to put the Candle out; Being dead asleepe; Your sonne affrighted, calls So loud, that I soone waken'd; Brought in light, And found him almost drown'd in fearefull sweat; Amaz'd to see't, I did demand the cause: Who told me, that this murdered Ghost appeared, His body gasht, and all ore-stucke with wounds; And spake to him as followes. Oh proceed, 'tis that I long to heare. I am, quoth he, A Trans-marine by birth, who came well stored With Gold and Iewels, to this fatall house; Where seeking safety, I encounter'd death: The couetous Merchant, Land-lord of this rent, To whom I gaue my life and wealth in charge; Freely to enioy the one, rob'd me of both: Heere was my body buried, here my Ghost Must euer walke, till that haue Christian right; Till when, my habitation must be here: Then flie yong man, Remooue thy family, And secke some safer dwelling: For my death, This mansion is accurst; 'Tis my possession, Bought at the deere rate of my life and blood, None enter here, that aymes at his owne good. And with this charge he vanisht. Oh my feare, Whither wilt thou transport me? I Intreat keepe further from the gate, and flie. Flie whither? Why doest not thou flie too? What need I feare, the Ghost and I am friends. But Reignald. Tush, I nothing haue deserued, Nor ought transgrest: I came not neere the gate. To whom was that thou spakest? Was't you Sir nam'd me? Now as I liue, I thought the dead man call'd, To enquire for him that thunder'd at the gate Which he so dearely pai'd for: Are you madd, To stand a fore-seene danger? What shall I doe? Couer you head and flie; Lest looking backe, You spie your owne confusion. Why doest not thou flie too? I tell you Sir, The Ghost and I am friends. Why didst thou quake then? In feare lest some mischance may fall on you, That haue the dead offended, For my part, The Ghost and I am friends: Why flie you not, Since here you are not safe? Some blest powers guard me. Nay Sir, ile not forsake you: I haue got the start; But ete the goale, 'twill aske both Braine and Art. We are bound to you, kind Master Geraldine, For this great entertainement; Troath your cost Hath much exceeded common neighbour-hood: You haue feasted vs like Princes.