Shirley, James · published 1635 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, May 4] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.89 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
This must not fright me sir, set forward. One cold word you are a villain, I do not flatter. I am patient: This day I consecrate to love, not anger; we'll meet some other time. Deride my fury? Then to thy heart I send my own revenge And Amidea's. I am murdered. Help, murder gentlemen, oh my unhappiness! Bloody Sciarrha. Hold. Come all at once, Yet let me tell you, my revenge is perfect, And I would spare your blood, if you despise My charity— No man attempt his death, I'll give yea reasons, this attempt deserves An exemplary justice. I am above Your politic reach, and glory in the wound That punished our dishonour: is he dead? I would not be so miserable, not to ha' sped him For the Empire. Oh my friend, poor Oriana. Disarm him: Return and comfort one another, some Remove Pisano's body, while I make it My care Sciarrha scape not. None of all give me a scratch? You have forced him with discretion. Now what must I expect? You are my prisoner. I am so. And be confident to find that favour. Favour. Be at distance, more My Lord, I am sorry for your great misfortune And if you can but study how I may Assist you, you shall soon discern my love My readiness to serve you. Ha, this honest? I would deserve your faith, A friend but in affliction justify His heart and honour, I durst run some hazard, Might I secure your fate, name something to me That may declare my friendship. Be still safe, And teach the world repentance, for mistaking thee I pity not myself, but envy thy Heroic honours. I will impose no more Restraint, than your own house, you're honourable: You have many severe enemies, the Duke Looked graciously upon Pisano, but—. You sha'not lose the smallest beam of favour, To buy a man so desperate, I never Thought death the monster, that weak men have fancied, As foil to make us more in love with life, The devil's picture may affright poor fowls Into their Body's paleness, but the substance Too resolute: man's a shadow, and cold sweat Dare not approach his forehead, I am armed To die, and give example of that fortitude Shall shame the law's severity: my sister May now give back Pisano his false vows, To line his coffin, one tear shed on me's Enough, the justice I ha' done, shall make My memory beloved. I ha' thought a way. To recover you, if you incline to't, Dare you consent? To any thing that's noble, Although I never feared to suffer; I Am not so foolish to despise a life. There is no difficulty attends it, listen, The time will not permit much circumstance: The Duke you know did love your sister. Viciously. Her Virtue did but cool him for the present, As sprinklings on a flame, he's now more passionate To enjoy her. Ha?
nodes 1917–1999 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 38 in this edition
Length
494 words · 653 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.892 (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)
This must not fright me sir, set forward. One cold word you are a villaine, I doe not flatter. I am patient: This day I consecrate to love, not anger; Weele meet some other time. Deride my furie? Then to thy heart I send my owne revenge And Amideas. I am murderd. Help, murder gentlemen, oh my unhappines! Bloody Sciarrha. Hold. Come all at once, Yet let me tell you, my revenge is perfect, And I would spare your blood, if you despise My charitie— No man attempt his death, Ile give yea reasons, this attempt deserves An exemplarie justice. I am above Your politicke reach, and glory in the wound That punish'd our dishonor: is he dead? I would not be so miserable, not to ha sped him For the Empire. Oh my friend, poore Oriana. Disarme him: Returne and comfort one another, some Remoue Pisanos bodie, while I make it My care Sciarrha scape not. None of all give mee a scrach? You have forc'd him with descretion. Now what must I expect? You are my prisoner. J am so. And be confident to finde that favour. Favor. Be at distance, more My Lord, J am sorrie for your great misfortune And if you can but studie how I may Assist you, you shall soone descerne my love My readinesse to serve you. Ha, this honest? I would deserue your faith, A freind but in affliction justifie His heart and honor, I durst run some hazard, Might I secure your fate, name something to me That may declare my friendship. Be still safe, And teach the world repentance, for mistaking thee I pittie not my selfe, but envy thy Heroick honors. I will impose no more Restraint, then your owne house, you'r honorable: You have many severe enemies, the Duke Look'd gratiously upon Pisano, but—. You shanot loose the smallest beame of favor, To buy a man so desperate, I never Thought death the monster, that weake men have fanci'd, As foile to make us more in love with life, The Divels picture may affright poore foules Into their bodies palenesse, but the substance Too resolute: man's a shadow, and cold sweat Dare not approach his forehead, I am arm'd To die, and give example of that fortitude Shall shame the Lawes severitie: my sister May now give backe Pisano his false vowes, To line his coffin, one teare shed on mee's Enough, the justice I ha done, shall make My memorie belov'd. I ha thought a way. To recover you, if you incline too't, Dare you consent? To any thing that's noble, Although I never fear'd to suffer; I Am not so foolish to despise a life. There is no difficultie attends it, listen▪ The time will not permit much circumstance: The Duke you know did love your sister. Vitiously. Her Vertue did but coole him for the present, As sprinklings on a flame, hee's now more passionate▪ To enjoy her. Ha?