Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.77 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Whilst I, although for many, yet less faults, Strive hourly to repent me; I once loved her, And was to him entired; Although I pardon, Heaven will find time to punish, I'll not stretch My just revenge so far, as once by blabbing, To make your brazen Impudence to blush; Damn on, revenge too great; And to suppress Your Souls yet lower, without hope to rise, Heap Ossa upon Pelion: You have made me To hate my very Country, because here bred: near two such monsters; First I'll leave this House, And then my Fathers; Next I'll take my leave, Both of this Clime and Nation, Travel till Age snow upon this Head: My passions now, Are unexpressable, I'll end them thus: Ill man, bad Woman, your unheard of treachery, This unjust censure, on a Just man give, To seek out place, where no two such can live. A happy Morning now betide you Lady, To equal the content of a sweet Night. It hath been to my wish, and your desire: And this your coming by pretended love Unto my Sister Pru. cuts of suspicion Of any such converse twixt you and me. It hath been wisely carried. One thing troubles me. What's that my Dearest? Why your Friend Geraldine, Should on the sudden thus absent himself? Has he had think you no intelligence. Of these our private meetings. No, on my Soul, For therein hath my brain exceeded yours; I studying to engross you to myself, Of his continued absence have been cause; Yet he of your affection no way jealous, Or of my Friendship— How the plot was cast, You at our better leisure shall partake; The air grows cold, have care unto your health, Suspicious eyes are over us, that yet sleep, But with the dawn, will open; Sweet retire you To your warm Sheets; I now to fill my own, That have this Night been empty. You advise well; Oh might this Kiss dwell ever on thy Lips, In my remembrance. Doubt it not I pray, Whilst Day frights Night, and Night pursues the day: Good morrow. Now is the Goal delivery; Through this back gate Shift for yourselves, I here unprison all. But tell me, how shall we dispose ourselves? we are as far to seek now, as the first; What is it to reprieve us for few hours, And now to suffer, better had it been At first, to have stood the trial, so by this, we might have passed our penance. Sweet Reignald. Honest rogue. If now thou failest us, than we are lost for ever, This same sweet Reignald, and this honest rogue, Hath been the Burgess, under whose protection You all this while have lived, free from Arrests, But now, the Sessions of my power's broke up, And you exposed to Actions, Warrants, Writs; For all the hellish rabble are broke loose, Of Sergeants, Sheriffs, and bailiffs, Guard us Heaven,
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Length
490 words · 646 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.766 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Whilst I, although for many, yet lesse faults, Striue hourely to repent me; I once loued her, And was to him intir'd; Although I pardon, Heauen will find time to punish, I'le not stretch My iust reuenge so farre, as once by To make your brazen Impudence to ; Damne on, reuenge too great; And to suppresse Your Soules yet lower, without hope to Heape Ossa vpon Pelion: You haue made mee To hate my very Countrey, because heere bred: Neere two such monsters; First I'le leaue this House, And then my Fathers; Next I'le take my leaue, Both of this Clime and Nation, Trauell till Age snow vpon this Head: My passions now, Are vnexpressable, I'le end the thus: Ill man, bad Woman, your vnheard of , This uniust censure, on a Iust man giue, To seeke out place, where no two liue. A happy Morning now your Lady, To equall the content of a sweet Night. It hath bin to my wish, your desire: And this your comming by Vnto my Sister Pru. cuts of suspition Of any such conuerse 'twi you and . It hath bin wisely carried. One thing troubles me. What's that my Dearest? Why your Friend Geraldine, Should on the sudden absent himselfe? Has he had thinke you no intelligence. Of these our priuate meetings. No, on my Soule, For therein hath my braine yours; I studdying to engrosse you to my selfe, Of his continued absence haue bin Yet hee of your affection no way iealous, Or of my Friendship—How the plot was cast, You at our better leasure shall pertake; The aire growes cold, haue care vnto your health, Suspitious eyes are ore us, that yet sleepe, But with the dawne, will open; Sweet you To your warme Sheets; I now to fill my owne, That haue this Night bin empty. You aduise well; Oh might this Kisse dwell euer on thy Lips, In my remembrance. Doubt it not I pray, Whilest Day frights Night, and Night pursues the day: Good morrow. Now is the Goale deliuerie; Through this backe gate Shift for your selues, I heere vnprison all. But tell me, how shall we dispose our selues? Wee are as farre to seeke now, as the first; What is it to repreeue vs for few houres, And now to suffer, better had it bin At first, to haue stood the triall, so by this, Wee might haue past our . Sweet Reignald. Honest roge. If now thou failest vs, then we are lost for euer, This same sweete Reignald, and this honest rogue, Hath bin the Burgesse, vnder whose protection You all this while haue liu'd, free from Arrests, But now, the Sessions of my power's broake up, And you expos'd to Actions, Warrants, Writs; For all the hellish rabble are broke loose, Of Seriants, Sheriffes, and Baliffes, Guard vs Heauen,