Goffe, Thomas · published 1633 · first performed or written 1617 [c.1613-c.1618] (Annals) tragedy · at University T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.84 · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Who first doth mischief, may keep mean i'th' deed, But who revengeth, must all mean exceed. Nay, mother, we'll not bar you of your draught. O Nature, see here all thy law infringed A mother's prayers prevail not with her son. Pray with Thyestes, it shall never move me: But first, Aegisthus, do thou haste revenge. O, I am wounded, O when dost thou end? Nay, I have scarce begun, now mother, you, So now I'll stand and look, and on hell call, Nay, my revenge must not be usual; One more for thee. Aegisthus; only let out, The blood you drank before. O, my heart feels it, Now mother you, and your love the same. O kill me quickly, time prolongs my woe, And since I must die, let me quickly go. You know your sentence, let him feel he dies. Who straight threats death, knows not to tyrannize. This brings ten deaths. will't would a hundred bring, One death's too little to revenge a King. Hence, hence, adulterous soul to Tantalus, And let hell know who 'twas sent thee thither: Now, mother, you shall follow, but he first, Lest that like lovers you go hand in hand. Why son, whose death is it thou dost revenge? Thy fathers? but on whom? upon thy mother! On her which brought thee forth, which took most care, To bring thee up, from whom thou tookst thyself, thou'rt sure thou art mine, but dost not know, Who 'twas begat thee. will't Bastardize me? Yes, mother, yes, I know I was his son: Alas! why, what are you? a senseless piece Of rotten earth can do as much to corn, As you to me, bear it, and bring it forth, But Agamemnon he that seed did sow, And only unto him myself I owe: And for him thou shalt die. O, I confess, My conscience tells me, I deserve no less: And thus thy mother from thee doth depart, Leaving vexation to torment thy heart: Now friend, I see my father live again, And in his royal state at Argos Court: This is the night in which he first came home, O blessed powers of hell, divine Canidia, Now am I satisfied, now hath revenge perfection. And nothing grieves me, but that Tyndarus, My mother's father, did not see her die. I'll in and tell him, my thoughts must reveal Those acts I do: this night who would conceal? Now soul triumph, whilst that my deeds shall shine, I'th' face o'th' Court, and all the world know't mine. MY Lord your daughter's potion works most rarely. The King's asleep, God bless his Majesty. O: do not wake him, faith 'tis pity, la: What do I see? ha, blood? the little child Dead; his daughter bleed, Aegisthus killed? Your Lordships eyes doe faile, 'tis but spilt w Lay hands o'th villaine, 'tis the Physicians de
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481 words · 685 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.843 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Who first doth mischiefe, may keep mean i'th deed, But who reuengeth, must all meane exceed. Nay, mother, wee'll not barre you of your draught. O Nature, see here all thy lawe infring'd A mothers prayers preuaile not with her sonne. Pray with Thyestes, it shall neuer moue me: But first, Aegystheus, do thou haste reuenge. O, I am wounded, O when do'st thou end? Nay, I haue scarce begun, now mother, you, So now I'll stand and looke, and on hell call, Nay, my reuenge must not be vsuall; One more for thee. Aegystheus; onely let out, The blood you dranke before. O, my heart feeles it, Now mother you, and your loue the same. O kill me quickly, time prolongs my woe, And since I must die, let me quickly goe. You know your sentence, let him feele hee dies. Who strait threats death, knowes not to tyrannize. This brings ten deaths. Would't would a hundred bring, One death's too little to reuenge a King. Hence, hence, adulerous soule to Tantalus, And let hell know who 'twas sent thee thither: Now, mother, you shall follow, but he first, Lest that like louers you goe hand in hand. Why sonne, whose death is it thou dost reuenge? Thy fathers? but on whom? vpon thy mother! On her which brought thee forth, which took most care, To bring thee vp, from whom thou tookst thy selfe, Thou'rt sure thou art mine, but dost not know, Who twas begat thee. Wil't Bastardize me? Yes, mother, yes, I know I was his sonne: Alas! why, what are you? a senselesse peece Of rotten earth can doe as much to corne, As you to me, beare it, and bring it forth, But Agamemnon he that seed did sow, And onely vnto him my selfe I owe: And for him thou shalt die. O, I confesse, My conscience tells mee, I deserue no lesse: And thus thy mother from thee doth depart, Leauing vexation to torment thy heart: Now friend, I see my father liue againe, And in his royall state at Argos Court: This is the night in which hee first came home, Oblessed powers of hell, diuine Canidia, Now am I satisfied, now hath reuenge perfection. And nothing grieues me, but that Tyndarus, My mothers father, did not see her dye. Ile in and tell him, my thoughts must reueale Those acts I doe: this night who would conceale? Now soule trumph, whilst that my deeds shall shine, I'th face o'th Court, and all the world know't mine. MY Lord your daughters potion works most rarely. The King's asleepe, God blesse his Maiesty. O: doe not wake him, faith 'tis pitty, la: What doe I see? ha, blood? the little child Dead; his daughter bleed, Aegysteus kill'd? Your Lordships eyes doe faile, 'tis but spilt w Lay hands o'th villaine, 'tis the Physicians de