Heywood, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written c.1627 (Annals) tragicomedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.81 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Oh sir, the man you killed is alive at this present to justify it: I am, quoth he, a Transmarine by birth— Why, challenge me receipt of Moneys, and to give abroad, That I had sold my House? Why? because sir, Could I have purchased Houses at that rate, I had meant to have bought all London. Yes, and Middlesex too, and I would have been thy half Reignald. Yours are great, My wrongs insufferable; As first, to fright me From mine own dwelling, till they had consumed The whole remainder of the little left; Besides, out of my late stock got at Sea, Discharge the clamorous Usurer; Make me accuse This man of Murder; Be at charge of warrants; And challenging this my worthy Neighbour of Forswearing Sums he never yet received; Fool me, to think my Son that had spent all, Had by his thrift bought Land; I and him too, To open all the secrets of his House To me, a Stranger, On thou insolent villain, What to all these canst answer? Guilty, guilty. But to my son's death, what thou slave? Not Guilty. Produce him then; Ith' mean time, and— Honest Friends, get Ladders. Yes, and come down in your own Ropes. I'll fetch a Piece and shoot him. So the warrant in my Master's pocket, will serve for my Murder; And ever after shall my Ghost haunt this House. And I will say like Reignald, This Ghost and I am Friends. Bring faggots, I'll set fire upon the House, Rather than this endure. To burn Houses is Felony, and I'll not out Till be fired out; But since I am Besieged thus, I'll summon supplies unto my Rescue. Before you chide, first hear me, next your Blessing, That on my knees I beg; I have but done, Like misspent youth, which after wit dear bought, Turns his Eyes inward, sorry and ashamed; These things in which I have offended most, Had I not proved, I should have thought them still Essential things, delights perdurable; Which now I find mere Shadows, Toys and Dreams, Now hated more than erst I doted on; Best Natures, are soonest wrought on; Such was mine; As I the offences, So the offenders throw Here at your feet, to punish as you please; You have but paid so much as I have wasted, To purchase to yourself a thrifty Son; Which I from henceforth, Vow. See what Fathers are, That can three years' offences, foul ones too, Thus in a Minute pardon; And thy faults Upon myself chastise, in these my Tears; Ere this Submission, I had cast thee off; Rise in my new Adoption: But for these— The one you have nothing to do withal, here's his Ticket for his discharge; Another for you Sir, to Summon you to my Master's Feast, For you, and you, where I charge you all to appear, upon his displeasure, and your own apperils.
nodes 2325–2381 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 37 of 42 in this edition
Length
490 words · 650 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.809 (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)
Oh sir, the man you kil'd is aliue at this present to iustisie it: I am, quoth he, a Trans-marine by birth— Why, challenge me receipt of Moneys, and to giue abroad, That I had sold my House? Why? because sir, Could I haue purchast Houses at that rate, I had meant to haue bought all London. Yes, and Middlesex too, and I would haue bin thy halfe Reignald. Yours are great, My wrongs insufferable; As first, to fright mee From mine owne dwelling, till they had consumed The whole remainder of the little left; Besides, out of my late stocke got at Sea, Discharge the clamorous Vsurer; Make me accuse This man of Murder; Be at charge of warrants; And challenging this my worthy Neighbour of Forswearing Summes hee neuer yet receiued; Foole mee, to thinke my Sonne that had spent all, Had by his thrift bought Land; I and him too, To open all the secrets of his House To mee, a Stranger, On thou insolent villaine, What to all these canst answere? Guiltie, guiltie. But to my Sonnes death, what thou slaue? Not Guiltie. Produce him then; Ith' meane time, and— Honest Friends, get Ladders. Yes, and come downe in your owne Ropes. I'le fetch a Peece and shoote him. So the warrant in my Masters pocket, will serue for my Murder; And euer after shall my Ghost haunt this House. And I will say like Reignald, This Ghost and I am Friends. Bring faggots, I'le set fire vpon the House, Rather then this indure. To burne Houses is Fellony, and I'le not out Till be fir'd out; But since I am Besieged thus, I'le summon supplies vnto my Rescue. Before you chide, first heere mee, next your Blessing, That on my knees I begge; I have but done, Like mis-spent youth, which after wit deere bought, Turnes his Eyes inward, sorrie and ashamed; These things in which I haue offended most, Had I not prooued, I should haue thought them still Essentiall things, delights perdureable; Which now I find meere Shaddowes, Toyes and Dreames, Now hated more then earst I doated on; Best Natures, are soonest wrought on; Such was mine; As I the offences, So the offendors throw Heere at your feete, to punish as you please; You haue but paid so much as I have wasted, To purchase to your selfe a thrifty Sonne; Which I from hencefoorth, Vow. See what Fathers are, That can three yeeres offences, fowle ones too, Thus in a Minute pardon; And thy faults Vpon my selfe chastise, in these my Teares; Ere this Submission, I had cast thee off; Rise in my new Adoption: But for these— The one you have nothing to doe withall, here's his Ticket for his discharge; Another for you Sir, to Summon you to my Masters Feast, For you, and you, where I charge you all to appeare, vpon his displeasure, and your owne apperils.