Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Alaham · chunk 35 of 43

Greville, Fulke · published 1633 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1598-c.1600] (Annals)
tragedy
unassigned nearest T40 Sin, guilt and violent loss within famil · 486 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T40: brother, death, life, die, heaven, sin, live, father, blood, soul.

Ah cruell, false, ambitious thirst of State! Bloody-like rage! but more reuengefull still, Because their ends doe more inflame their will. My rights, and hopes I giue, and doe forgiue: Wrong! take the world, let me enIoy my selfe. Scorn'd, blind, I cannot harme. Ah! let me liue. Let power despise My needlesse, guiltlesse blood. The strength of feare The losse of all things, but of life, can beare. What see I here! More spectacles of woe? And are my kinred only made to be Agents, and Patients in iniquity? Ah forlorne wretch! ruines example right! Lost to thy selfe, not to thy enemie, Whose hand, euen while thou fliest, thou fal'st into; And with thy fall, thy father do'st vndoe. Saue one I may: Nature would saue them both; But Chance hath many wheeles, Rage many eyes. What shall I then abandon innocents? Not helpe a helplesse brother throwne on me? Is nature narrow to aduersity? No, No. Our God left duty for a law; Pittie, at large; Loue, in authority; Despaire, in bonds; feare, of it selfe in awe: That rage of time, and powers strange liberty, Oppressing good men might resistance finde: Nor can I to a brother be lesse kinde. Do'st thou, that canst not see, hope to escape? Disgrace, can haue no friend; contempt, no guide; Right, is thy guilt; thy Iudge, iniquity; Which desolation casts on them that see. Make calme thy rage: pittie a ghost distrest: My right, my liberty, I freely giue: Giue him, that neuer harm'd thee, leaue to liue. Nay; God, the World, thy Parents it denie; A brothers iealous heart, vsurped might Growes friends with all the world, except thy right. Secure thy selfe. Exile me from this coast: My fault, suspition is; my Iudge, is feare; Occasion, with my selfe, away I beare. Fly vnto God: For in humanity Hope there is none. Reach me thy fearfull hand: I am thy sister; neither fiend, nor spie Of Tyrants rage; but one that feeles despaire Of thy Estate, which thou do'st only feare. Kneele downe; embrace this holy mystery, A refuge to the worst for rape, and blood; And yet, I feare, not hallowed for the good, Helpe God! defend thine Altar! since thy might, In earth, leaues Innocence no other right. Eternall God! that seest thy selfe in vs! If vowes be more than sacrifice of lust, Rays'd from the smokes of hope, and feare in vs; Protect this innocent; calme Alahams rage; By miracles faith goes from age, to age. Affection trembles; reason is opprest; Nature, methinkes, doth her owne entrayles teare: In resolution ominous is feare. Sirs! seeke the City, examine, torture, racke: Sanctuaries none let there be: make darknesse knowne: Pull downe the roofes, digge, burne, put all to wracke: And let the guiltlesse for the guilty grone. Change, shame, misfortune in their scaping, lie; And in their finding our prosperity.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayAlaham
AuthorGreville, Fulke
Publication year (edition)1633
First performance / composition (Annals)1600 [c.1598-c.1600]
First performance (BritDrama)1600 [1598-1600]
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1015 · TCP A02226 · DEEP 5101.01
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2151–2214 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 43 in this edition
Length486 words · 793 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T40 — Sin, guilt and violent loss within families at 0.774
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Ah cruell, false, ambitious thirst of State! Bloody-like rage! but more reuengefull still, Because their ends doe more inflame their will. My rights, and hopes I giue, and doe forgiue: Wrong! take the world, let me enIoy my selfe. Scorn'd, blind, I cannot harme. Ah! let me liue. Let power despise My needlesse, guiltlesse blood. The strength of feare The losse of all things, but of life, can beare. What see I here! More spectacles of woe? And are my kinred only made to be Agents, and Patients in iniquity? Ah forlorne wretch! ruines example right! Lost to thy selfe, not to thy enemie, Whose hand, euen while thou fliest, thou fal'st into; And with thy fall, thy father do'st vndoe. Saue one I may: Nature would saue them both; But Chance hath many wheeles, Rage many eyes. What shall I then abandon innocents? Not helpe a helplesse brother throwne on me? Is nature narrow to aduersity? No, No. Our God left duty for a law; Pittie, at large; Loue, in authority; Despaire, in bonds; feare, of it selfe in awe: That rage of time, and powers strange liberty, Oppressing good men might resistance finde: Nor can I to a brother be lesse kinde. Do'st thou, that canst not see, hope to escape? Disgrace, can haue no friend; contempt, no guide; Right, is thy guilt; thy Iudge, iniquity; Which desolation casts on them that see. Make calme thy rage: pittie a ghost distrest: My right, my liberty, I freely giue: Giue him, that neuer harm'd thee, leaue to liue. Nay; God, the World, thy Parents it denie; A brothers iealous heart, vsurped might Growes friends with all the world, except thy right. Secure thy selfe. Exile me from this coast: My fault, suspition is; my Iudge, is feare; Occasion, with my selfe, away I beare. Fly vnto God: For in humanity Hope there is none. Reach me thy fearfull hand: I am thy sister; neither fiend, nor spie Of Tyrants rage; but one that feeles despaire Of thy Estate, which thou do'st only feare. Kneele downe; embrace this holy mystery, A refuge to the worst for rape, and blood; And yet, I feare, not hallowed for the good, Helpe God! defend thine Altar! since thy might, In earth, leaues Innocence no other right. Eternall God! that seest thy selfe in vs! If vowes be more than sacrifice of lust, Rays'd from the smokes of hope, and feare in vs; Protect this innocent; calme Alahams rage; By miracles faith goes from age, to age. Affection trembles; reason is opprest; Nature, methinkes, doth her owne entrayles teare: In resolution ominous is feare. Sirs! seeke the City, examine, torture, racke: Sanctuaries none let there be: make darknesse knowne: Pull downe the roofes, digge, burne, put all to wracke: And let the guiltlesse for the guilty grone. Change, shame, misfortune in their scaping, lie; And in their finding our prosperity.