Shakespeare, William / Fletcher, John · published 1634 · first performed or written 1613 [1613-1614] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
This world's a City full of straying Streets, And Death's the market place, where each one meets. I may depart with little, while I live, some thing I May cast to you, not much: Alas the Prison I Keep, though it be for great ones, yet they seldom Come; Before one Salmon, you shall take a number Of Minnowes: I am given out to be better lined Than it can appear, to me report is a true Speaker: I would I were really, that I am Delivered to be: Marry, what I have (be it what it will) I will assure upon my daughter at The day of my death. Sir I demand no more than your own offer, And I will estate your Daughter in what I Have promised, Well, we will talk more of this, when the solemnity Is past; But have you a full promise of her? When that shall be seen, I tender my consent. I have Sir; here she comes. Your Friend and I have chanced to name You here, upon the old business: But no more of that. Now, so soon as the Court hurry is over, we will Have an end of it: I'th' mean time look tenderly To the two Prisoners. I can tell you they are princes. These strew are for their Chamber; 'tis pity they Are in prison, and 'twer pity they should be out: I Do think they have patience to make any adversity Ashamed; the prison itself is proud of 'em; and They have all the world in their Chamber. They are famed to be a pair of absolute men. By my troth, I think Fame but stammers 'em, they doers. Stand a greise above the reach of report. I heard them reported in the Battle, to be the only Nay most likely, for they are noble suffrers; I Marvel how they would have looked had they been Victors, that with such a constant Nobility, enforce A freedom out of Bondage, making misery their Mirth, and affliction, a toy to jest at. Do they so? It seems to me they have no more sense of their Captivity, than I of ruling Athens: they eat Well, look merrily, discourse of many things, But nothing of their own restraint, and disasters: Yet sometime a divided sigh, martyred as 'twer I'th' deliverance, will break from one of them. When the other presently gives it so sweet a rebuke, That I could wish myself a Sigh to be so chid, Or at least a Sigher to be comforted. I never saw'em. The Duke himself came privately in the night, And so did they, what the reason of it is, I Know not: Look yonder they are; that's Arcite looks out. No Sir, no, that's Palamon; Arcite is the Lower of the twain; you may perceive a part Of him.
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Length
477 words · 620 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.779 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
This world's a Citty full of straying Streetes, And Death's the market place, where each one meetes. I may depart with little, while I live, some thing I May cast to you, not much: Alas the Prison I Keepe, though it be for great ones, yet they seldome Come; Before one Salmon, you shall take a number Of Minnowes: I am given out to be better lyn'd Then it can appeare, to me report is a true Speaker: I would I were really, that I am Deliverd o be: Marry, what I have (be it what it will) I will aflure upon my daughter at The day of my death. Sir I demaund no more then your owne offer, And I will estate your Daughter in what I Have promised, Wel, we will talke more of this, when the solemnity Is past; But have you a full promise of her? When that shall be seene, I tender my consent. I have Sir; here shee comes. Your Friend and I have chnced to name You here, upon the old busines: But no more of that. Now, so soone as the Court hurry is over, we will Have an end of it: I'h meane time looke tenderly To the two Prisoners. I can tell you they are princes. These strewings are for their Chamber; tis pitty they Are in prison, and twer pitty they should be out: I Doe thinke they have patience to make any adversity Asham'd; the prison it selfe is proud of 'em; and They have all the world in their Chamber. They are fa'd to be a paire of absolute men. By my troth, I think Fame but stammers 'em, they doers. Stand a greise above the reach of report. I heard them reported in the Battaile, to be the only Nay most likely, for they are noble suffrers; I Mervaile how they would have lookd had they beene Victors, that with such a constant Nobility, enforce A freedome out of Bondage, making misery their Mirth, and affliction, a toy to jest at. Doe they so? It seemes to me they have no more sence of their Captivity, then I of ruling Athens: they eate Well, looke merrily, discourse of many things, But nothing of their owne restraint, and disasters: Yet sometime a devided sigh, martyrd as twer I'th deliverance, will breake from one of them. When the other presently gives it so sweete a rebuke, That I could wish my selfe a Sigh to be so chid, Or at least a Sigher to be comforted. I never saw'em. The Duke himselfe came privately in the night, And so did they, what the reason of it is, I Know not: Looke yonder they are; that's Arcite lookes out. No Sir, no, that's Palamon; Arcite is the Lower of the twaine; you may perceive a part Of him.