Goffe, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1617 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.73 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Nay, still outrageous friend, good now contain Your heady fury in wisdom's rein: Harken to my advice. I will, dear friend, Thou hast played music to my doleful soul; And when my heart was tympanized with grief, Thou lavedst out some into thy heart from mine, And kepst it so from bursting; thou hast tide With thy kind counsel, as these loosened strings, They should not crack asunder with their weight. Then listen now, the best plot I can think, Is this: we here will live a while unknown: Orestes, thy profession shall be physic, I as your friend t'company you at Court; Carry it neatly, learn a few strange words, Palliate your woe a while, and coop up grief, You may in time so minister to the King, physic's occasion fit revenge may bring. Rarely invented, I'll speak amphorisms, Sublimed purgations, Quintessence distilled. Each dose I give shall make a heart to bleed, And prove a true Physician so indeed. 'Twas my good Genius guided me here now, To hear conspiracy; wherefore I'll attach them. Save you Gentlemen. Save you too, if you please. Sir, 'twas small manners to interrupt our talk, And give no warning of your being near. Warning? you shall have warning, yes, I know I heard you both, and understood your plot, You'll turn Physician, Sir, and give rare glisters, Shall work like Stibium, to purge out hearts, You thought to act well true Physicians parts. Therefore on thee our medicine first shall work. Help, murder. Nay Parasite I'll gag you, You shall not fawn again, or wag your tail, When the King nods. O help me, I am slain. Stop his breath quickly, if but he be dead, We may escape the danger of the treason, Nay he is silent; O but we are beset. Look out, methought I heard one cry out murder, Some voice I am sure did disturb the court, It was Misander's voice methought that cried, And see he's slain; one whom the Kings esteem Did rank among the best; there are the murderers, Fellows, how durst you thus abuse the court? Go, haste toth' Kings tell him the men be here. Gentlemen, we as lovers to the court, Came here as strangers, for to see the King, This man being coming out, too soon for us; And for himself used us uncivilly, We have been gentlemen, though our Fortunes now Have put on beggars weeds upon our backs: Who answering in the same sort he proposed, He struck us, and men cannot endure blows: So thinking much to be struck again, He grew so hot, he drew and made a Stab; At which encounter both enclosing him 'Twixt us, he took a wound worse than we thought To give, for we did think to have given none; But since 'tis thus, we must appeal to th' King. Yes; and here comes his Majesty in person, A Guard there on us, here is murder done, What is Misander killed our trusty servant? Where are the villains?
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506 words · 680 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.726 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Nay, still outragious friend, good now containe Your heady fury in wisedomes reyne: Harken to my aduice. I will, deare friend, Thou hast plaid musique to my dolefull soule; And when my heatt was tympaniz'd with griefe, Thou lauedst out some into thy heart from mine, And kepst it so from bursting; thou hast tide With thy kinde counsell, as these loosned strings, They should not cracke asunder with their weight. Then listen now, the best plot I can thinke, Is this: wee here will liue a while vnknowne: Orestes, thy profession shall be physicke, I as your friend t'company you at Court; Carry it neatly, learne a few strange words, Palliate your woe a while, and coope vp griefe, You may in time so minister to the King, Physiques occasion fit reuenge may bring. Rarely inuented, I'll speake Amphorismes, Sublim'd purgations, Quintessence distill'd. Each dose I giue shall make a heart to bleed, And proue a true Physician so indeed. 'Twas my good Genius guided me here now, To heare conspiracie; wherefore I'll attach them. Saue you Gentlemen. Saue you too, if you please. Sir, 'twas small manners to interrupt our talke, And giue no warning of your being neere. Warning? you shall haue warning, yes, I know I heard you both, and vnderstood your plot, You'll turne Physician, Sir, and giue rare glisters, Shall worke like Stibium, to purge out hearts, You thought to act well true Physicians parts. Therefore on thee our medicine first shall worke. Help, murder. Nay Parasite I'll gag you, You shall not fawne againe, or wag your tayle, When the King nods. O help me, I am slaine. Stop his breath quickly, if but he be dead, We may escape the danger of the treason, Nay he is silent; O but we are beset. LOoke out, me thought I heard one cry out murder, Some voyce I am sure did disturbe the court, It was Misanders voyce me thought that cried, And see hee's slaine; one whom the Kings esteeme Did ranke among the best; there are the murderers, Fellowes, how durst you thus abuse the court? Goe, haste to'th' Kings tell him the men be here. Gentlemen, we as louers to the court, Came here as strangers, for to see the King, This man being comming out, too soone for vs; And for himselfe vs'd vs vnciuilly, We haue been gentlemen, though our Fortunes now Haue put on beggars weeds vpon our backs▪ Who answering in the same sort he propos'd, He strooke vs, and men cannot indure blows: So thinking much to be strooke againe, He grew so hot, he drw and made a Stab; At which encounter both inclosing him 'Twixt vs, he tooke a wound worse then we thought To giue, for we did thinke to haue giuen none; But since 'tis thus, we must appeale to th' King. Yes; and here comes his Maiesty in person, A Guard there on vs, here is murder don, What is Misander kild our trusty seruant? Where are the villaines?