Greville, Fulke · published 1633 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1598-c.1600] (Annals) tragedy T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.81 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
His name, and crime (sweet Lord) I long to know. Report of mischiefe doth infect the heart, And wisdome bids they should in silence goe; For nature feeleth euery bodies smart. Women, belike, are still in infancy. That must not feare, or prouocation see. The glasse of horror is not fact, but feare: Opinion is a Tyrant euery where. If I shall tell you what you long to know, What boots it? If you thinke it is not so. What leades your reason, leades my reason too, That all your words conceine in kindnesse doe. The man that was, and is not now, is he That neuer was the man he seem'd to be. Caine: What need more to shew? with him are dead His fault, and our goodwills to him mislead. What heare I now? O false and weake estate Of good beleefe! Wherin shall peace be found? Since Gods be not, and mankinde made to hate. Caine dead? Euen Caine, whom now we loued best, In instants both growne wicked, and opprest? Caine slaine by you! Hath Caine deserued this? O God! Like strange his crime, and killing is. Perchance not dead my Lord! how was he slaine? By sword. Wounds let forth spirits, yet liue againe. Nay, dead he is. These eyes did see his breath Beare all his spirits into the world of death. Necessity, that from infernall night Fatally linked art vnto the skies! Beare thee we cannot, yet we beare thee must. Now hopes appeare: euen now my heart resolues Reuenge; and silence is the way to it. Did he confesse his fault? What spake he last? Ah Mahomet! whose hopes were on me plac'd. Hasty beleefe (my Lord) hath hasty deeds, And with their wounds, oft truth, and wisdome bleeds. When wickednesse is ripe, a minute showes What chance the dice of Innocency throwes. Pardon me Lord! Good thoughts doe liue aboue; In highest region of vnfeined loue: Doubt and reuenge, Nature hath plac'd below Meaning the space should make the passage slow. God, meaning we should rule, and you obey, Gaue men cleare sight, and women good affection: In vs, not in your selues, lies your election. My Lord! 'Tis true: Our frayle, and weake Estate Doth labor in excesse: A womans heart Still in the feuer is of loue, or hate. Hardly the loue which I did be are to Caine, Could thinke he err'd; much lesse approue him slaine. But now his falls approu'd by heauenly doome, Our losse in him foretells our gaine to come. Then Sir! Take care his death be not in vaine. Your sillie Sire is blinde; if he were dead, This reeling State by you might stand againe: True ioy is onely hope put out of seare, And honour hideth error euery where. A forme the world expects in worldly things: Caine was a man, a Bassha, and our friend; Sepulture, as a man; honor, to his estate; Teares doe become a guilty friendships end: Excesse of honour, done to them that die, Makes liuing men see our humanity.
nodes 1609–1672 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 43 in this edition
Length
514 words · 772 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.808 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
His name, and crime (sweet Lord) I long to know. Report of mischiefe doth infect the heart, And wisdome bids they should in silence goe; For nature feeleth euery bodies smart. Women, belike, are still in infancy. That must not feare, or prouocation see. The glasse of horror is not fact, but feare: Opinion is a Tyrant euery where. If I shall tell you what you long to know, What boots it? If you thinke it is not so. What leades your reason, leades my reason too, That all your words conceine in kindnesse doe. The man that was, and is not now, is he That neuer was the man he seem'd to be. Caine: What need more to shew? with him are dead His fault, and our goodwills to him mislead. What heare I now? O false and weake estate Of good beleefe! Wherin shall peace be found? Since Gods be not, and mankinde made to hate. Caine dead? Euen Caine, whom now we loued best, In instants both growne wicked, and opprest? Caine slaine by you! Hath Caine deserued this? O God! Like strange his crime, and killing is. Perchance not dead my Lord! how was he slaine? By sword. Wounds let forth spirits, yet liue againe. Nay, dead he is. These eyes did see his breath Beare all his spirits into the world of death. Necessity, that from infernall night Fatally linked art vnto the skies! Beare thee we cannot, yet we beare thee must. Now hopes appeare: euen now my heart resolues Reuenge; and silence is the way to it. Did he confesse his fault? What spake he last? Ah Mahomet! whose hopes were on me plac'd. Hasty beleefe (my Lord) hath hasty deeds, And with their wounds, oft truth, and wisdome bleeds. When wickednesse is ripe, a minute showes What chance the dice of Innocency throwes. Pardon me Lord! Good thoughts doe liue aboue; In highest region of vnfeined loue: Doubt and reuenge, Nature hath plac'd below Meaning the space should make the passage slow. God, meaning we should rule, and you obey, Gaue men cleare sight, and women good affection: In vs, not in your selues, lies your election. My Lord! 'Tis true: Our frayle, and weake Estate Doth labor in excesse: A womans heart Still in the feuer is of loue, or hate. Hardly the loue which I did be are to Caine, Could thinke he err'd; much lesse approue him slaine. But now his falls approu'd by heauenly doome, Our losse in him foretells our gaine to come. Then Sir! Take care his death be not in vaine. Your sillie Sire is blinde; if he were dead, This reeling State by you might stand againe: True ioy is onely hope put out of seare, And honour hideth error euery where. A forme the world expects in worldly things: Caine was a man, a Bassha, and our friend; Sepulture, as a man; honor, to his estate; Teares doe become a guilty friendships end: Excesse of honour, done to them that die, Makes liuing men see our humanity.