Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I tell you as it is; Nay, I myself That have been your Protector, now as subject To every varlet's Pestle, for you know How I am engaged with you— At whose suit sir. Why didst thou Start. I was afraid some Catchpole stood behind me, To clap me on the Shoulder. No such thing; Yet I protest Thy fear did fright us all. I knew your guilty consciences. No Brain left? No crotchet for my sake? One kiss then Sweet, Thus shall my crotchets, and your kisses meet. Nay, tell us what to trust too. Lodge yourselves In the next Tavern, there's the Cash that's left, Go, health it freely for my good success; Nay, Drown it all, let not a Taster scape To be consumed in rotgut; I have begun, And I will stand the period. Bravely spoke. Or perish in the conflict. Worthy Reignald. Well, if he now come off well, Fox you all; Go, call for Wine; For singly of myself I will oppose all danger; But I charge you, When I shall faint or find myself distressed; If I like brave Orlando, wind my Horn, Make haste unto my rescue. And die in't. Well hast thou spoke my noble Charlemagne, With these thy Peers about thee. May good Speed Attend thee still. The end still crowns the deed. Sir sir, your threats nor warrants, can fright me; My honesty and innocency's known Always to have been unblemished; Would you could As well approve your own Integrity, As I shall doubtless acquit myself Of this surmised murder. Rather Surrender The price I paid, and take into thy hands This haunted mansion, or I'll prosecute My wrongs, even to the utmost of the Law, Which is no less than death. I'll answer all Old Lionell, both to thy shame and scorn; This for thy Menaces. This is the House, but where's the noise that was wont to be in't? I am sent hither, to deliver a note, to two young Gentlemen that here keep Revelrout; I remember it, since the last Massacre of Meat that was made in't; But it seems, That the great Storm that was raised then, is chaste now; I have other Notes to deliver, one to Master Rycott— and— I shall think on them all in order; My Old Master makes a great Feast, for the parting of young Master Geraldine, who is presently upon his departure for Travel, and the better to grace it, hath invited many of his Neighbours and Friends; Where will be Old Master Geraldine— his Son, and I cannot tell how many; But this is strange, the Gates shut up at this time a day, belike they are all Drunk and laid to sleep, if they be, I'll wake them, with a Murrain. What desperate fellow's this, that ignorant Of his own danger, thunders at these Gates? Ho, Reignald, Riotous Reignald, Revelling Reignald. What madness doth possess thee, honest Friend, To touch that Hammers handle?
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497 words · 666 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.777 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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I tell you as it is; Nay, I my selfe That haue bin your Protector, now as subiect To euery varlets Pestle, for you know How I am engag'd with you—At whose suit sir. Why didst thou Start. I was afraid some Catchpole stood behind , To clap me on the Shoulder. No such thing; Yet I protest Thy feare did fright vs all. I knew your guilty conciences. No Braine left? No crotchet for my sake? One kisse then Sweete, Thus shall my crotchets, and your kisses meete. Nay, tell vs what to trust too. Lodge your selues In the next Tauerne, ther's the Cash that's left, Goe, health it freely for my good successe; Nay, Drowne it all, let not a Teaster scape To be consum'd in rot-gut; I haue begun, And I will stand the period. Brauely spoke. Or perisn in the conflict. Worthy Reignald. Well, if he now come off well, Fox you all; Goe, call for Wine; For singe of my selfe I will oppose all danger; But I charge you, When I shall faint or find my selfe disttest; If I like braue Orlands, winde my Horne, Make haste vnto my rescew. And die in't. Well hast thou spoke my noble Charlemaine, With these thy Peeres about thee. May good Speede Attend thee still. The end still crownes the deede. Sir sir, your threats nor warrants, can fright me; My honestie and innocency's knowne Alwayes to haue bin vnblemisht; Would you could As well approue your owne Integrity, As I shall doubtlesse acquit my selfe Of this surmised murder. Rather Surrender The price I paid, and take into thy hands This haunted mansion, or I'le prosecute My wrongs, euen to the vtmost of the Law, Which is no lesse then death. I'le answere all Old Lionell, both to thy shame and scorne; This for thy Menaces. This is the House, but where's the noyse that was wont to be in't? I am sent hither, to deliuer a Noate, to two young Gentlemen that heere keepe Reuell-rout; I remember it, since the last Massacre of Meat that was made in't; But it seemes, That the great Storme that was raised then, is chast now; I haue other Noates to deliuer, one to Master Rycott—and—I shall thinke on them all in order; My Old Master makes a great Feast, for the parting of young Master Geraldine, who is presently vpon his departure for Trauell, and the better to grace it, hath inuited many of his Neighbours and Friends; Where will be Old Master Geraldine—his Sonne, and I cannot tell how many; But this is strange, the Gates shut up at this time a day, belike they are all Drunke and laid to sleepe, if they be, I'le wake them, with a Murraine. What desperate fellowe's this, that ignorant Of his owne danger, thunders at these Gates? Ho, Reignald, Riotous Reignald, Reuelling Reignald. What madnesse doth possesse thee, honest Friend, To touch that Hammers handle?