Edwards, Richard · published 1571 · first performed or written 1564 [1564-1568] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Chapel (first) (Oxford's Boys) · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.82 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I am glad he is gone. I had almost wept to, come Pythias So God help me, I am sorry for thy foolish case, Will't thou venture thy life for a man, so fond? It is no venture, my friend is just, for whom I desire to die. Here is a mad man I tell thee, I have a wife whom I love well, And if iche woald die for her, chould ich wear in Hell: Wilt thou do more for a man, than I would for a woman. Yea, that I will Then come on your ways, you must to Prison in haste, repent this folly at last. That shalt thou never see: but o Music as my Damon requested thee Sound out thy doleful tunes, in this time of calamity. Weep no more Stephano, this is but destiny, Had not this happed, yet I know I am borne to die: Where or in what place, the Gods know alone, To whose judgement myself I commit, therefore leave of thy moan, And wait upon Pythias in Prison, till I return again, In whom my joy, my care and life doth only remain. O my dear Master, let me go with you, for my poor company, shallbe some small comfort in this time of misery. O Stephano, hast thou been so long with me, And yet dost not know the force of true amity? I tell thee once again, my friend and I are but one, Wait upon Pythias, and think thou art with Damon. Whereof I may not now discourse, the time passeth away, The sooner I am gone, the shorter shallbe my journey: Therefore farewell Stephano, commend me to my friend Pythias Whom I trust to deliver in time out of this woeful case. Farewell my dear Master, since your pleasure is so, O cruel hap, o poor Stephano: O cursed Carisophus, that first moved this Tragedy, But what a 'noys is this? Is all well within trow ye: I fear all be not well within, I will go see: Come out you weasel, are you seeking Eggs in Damon's chest, Come out I say, wilt thou be packing? by cock you wear best. How dared thou villain to lay hands on me? Out sir knave or I will send ye, Art thou not content to accuse Damon wrongfully, But wilt thou rebbe him also, and that openly? The King gave me the spoil, to take mine own wilt thou let me? Thy own villain: Where is thine authority? I am authority of myself, dost thou not know? By'r lady, that is somewhat, but have you no more to show? What if I have not? Then for an earnest penny, take this blow. shall bombast you, you mocking knave, schil put pro in my purse for this time. Iacke give me my sword and target. I can not come to you master, this knave doth me let. Hold master,
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491 words · 638 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.821 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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I am glad he is gone. I had almost wept to, come Pithias So God helpe me, I am sory for thy foolish case, Wilt thou venter thy life for a man, so fondly? It is no venter, my friende is iust, for whom I desire to die. Here is a mad man I tell thée, I haue a wyfe whom I loue well, And if iche woald die for her, chould ich weare in Hell: Wylt thou doo more for a man, then I woulde for a woman. Yea, that I wyll Then come on your wayes, you must to Prison in haste, repent this folly at laste. That shalt thou neuer sée: but oh Musick as my Damon requested thée Sounde out thy dolefull tunes, in this time of calamitie. ¶ Wéepe no more Stephano, this is but destinie, Had not this hapt, yet I know I am borne to die: Where or in what place, the Gods know alone, To whose iudgement my selfe I commit, therfore leaue of thy mone, And wayte vpon Pithias in Prison, till I retourne agayne, In whom my ioy, my care and lyfe doth only remayne. Oh my deare Master, let me go with you, for my poore companie, Shalbe some small comfort in this time of miserie. Oh Stephano, hast thou ben so longe with me, And yet doest not know the force of true amitie? I tel thee once agayne, my friend and I are but one, Waite vpon Pithias, and thinke thou art with Damon. Whereof I may not now discourse, the time passeth away, The sooner I am gone, the shorter shalbe my iournay: Therefore farewell Stephano, commend me to my friende Pithias Whom I trust to deliuer in time out of this wofull case. Farewell my deare Master, since your pleasure is so, Oh cruell happe, oh poore Stephano: O cursed Carisophus, that first moued this Tragidie, But what a noyes is this? Is all well within trow yée: I feare all be not well within, I wyll go see: Come out you Wesell, are you séekinge Egs in Damons cheste, Come out I say, wylt thou be packing? by cocke you weare beste. How durst thou villaine to lay handes on me? Out sir knaue or I wyll sende yée, Art thou not content to accuse Damon wrongfully, But wilt thou rebbe him also, and that openly? The Kinge gaue me the spoyle, to take myne owne wilt thou let me? Thine owne villaine: Where is thine authoritie? I am authoritie of my selfe, doest thou not know? Byr ladie, that is somwhat, but haue you no more to show? What if I haue not? Then for an earnest penie, take this blow. hall bumbast you, you mocking knaue, schil put pro in my purse for this time. Iacke geue me my sword and targat. I can not com to you maister, this knaue doth me let. Hold maister,