Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Urge me no more: the white unspotted hand Of never treacherous justice, shall not blush By our imbruing it in bleeding innocence. Nor shall posterity in after times, Seeking examples of black tyranny. Find our names registered in the Catalogue Of those whose deeds have given wide infamy Life to attend their memory, and brand it With shame, more durable than brass or marble. Yet good my Lord respect your falling State, Let not that watchful eye that never slept In careful pursuit of your people's good, As now regardless of your houses Honour, Be dazzled with imaginary fear Of mere supposed injustice. Shall foul mouthed rumor. Besprinkle our whole race with Iulia's blood, And follow it into posterity As a live witness of your loose neglect? Methinks those politic rules of government Which you have studied, should at last inform Your scrupulous conscience, making it to know, What oft doth seem injustice, is not so. Can there be more than shedding guiltless blood? They highly offend that let their Countries good. They let no good, that never did deny it. 'Tis guilt to live whenas their deaths may buy it. But 'tis not good that's bought at such a rate. No price is great that makes Kings fortunate. They be not fortunate that rise by vice. Who stays till Virtue lifts will never rise; And therefore dearest Lord by those chaste vows Which first I brought unto your nuptial bed; By that attractive beauty which mine eyes Once gave your youthful thoughts to feed upon, Prevent this mischief, let the strumpet die, Whose baseness stains your ever princely blood, By sitting sole Commandress in the thoughts Of our degenerate son, the only hope Just heaven and nature now has left your Throne. Let not that god of fools, soft Conscience, then, That seldom finds a name 'mongst perfect Statesmen, Sway your experienced wisdom, but provide Your honour live, when all yourself have died. Death to mine eyes, I must see thee kneel, Thy words have charmed my soul, benumbed my thoughts Against the stinging touch of sharp remorse; I will resolve her death, nor shall she live That stands 'twixt full content and thy desires. But how shall swift winged fame, my dear Adrasta, Be held from loud proclaiming our disgrace? Policy will's some seeming cause be had To make that good which justice knows for bad. Leave that to me; I have procured from her A letter, whose points but changed transfer the sense, This in the public Sessions being read, And she acknowledging the hand and seal, Will be a most sufficient testimony Of traitorous attempts against your State And person, which the gross multitude Will never scan, but confidently, hold Her condemnation just. we'll then give order For her attachment and imprisonment meanwhile yourself may with persuasive words Prepare Lucilio's mind to meet her death. So's justice wronged, and innocence must die, When they withstand a woman's tyranny.
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Length
492 words · 626 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.799 (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)
Vrge me no more: the white unſpotted hand Of never trecherous juſtice, ſhall not bluſh By our imbrewing it in bleeding innocence. Nor ſhall poſteritie in after times, Seeking examples of black tyranny. Finde our names regiſtred in the Catalogue Of thoſe whoſe deeds have given wide infamy Life to attend their memory, and brand it With ſhame, more durable than braſſe or marble. Yet good my Lord reſpect your falling State, Let not that watchfull eye that never ſlept In carefull purſuit of your peoples good, As now regardleſſe of your houſes Honor, Be dazell'd with imaginary feare Of meere ſuppos'd injuſtice. Shall foule mouth'd rumor. Beſprinkle our whole race with Iulia's blood, And follow it into poſteritie As a live witneſſe of your looſe neglect? Methinkes thoſe politick rules of government Which you have ſtudy'd, ſhould at laſt informe Your ſcrupulous conſcience, making it to know, What oft doth ſeeme injuſtice, is not ſo. Can there be more than ſhedding guiltleſſe blood? They highly offend that let their Countries good. They let no good, that never did deny it. 'Tis guilt to live when as their deaths may buy it. But 'tis not good that's bought at ſuch a rate. No price is great that makes Kings fortunate. They be not fortunate that riſe by vice. Who ſtayes till Vertue lifts will never riſe; And therefore deareſt Lord by thoſe chaſte vowes Which firſt I brought unto your nuptiall bed; By that attractive beautie which mine eyes Once gave your youthfull thoughts to feed upon, Preuent this miſchiefe, let the ſtrumpet die, Whoſe baſeneſſe ſtaines your ever princely blood, By ſitting ſole Commandreſſe in the thoughts Of our degenerate ſonne, the onely hope Iuſt heaven and nature now has left your Throne. Let not that god of fooles, ſoft Conſcience, then, That ſeldome findes a name 'mongſt perfect Stateſmen, Sway your experienc'd wiſedome, but provide Your honour live, when all your ſelfe have dy'd. Death to mine eyes, I muſt ſee thee kneele, Thy words have charm'd my ſoule, benumm'd my thoughts Againſt the ſtinging touch of ſharpe remorſe; I will reſolve her death, nor ſhall ſhe live That ſtands 'twixtfull content and thy deſires. But how ſhall ſwift wing'd fame, my deare Adraſta, Be held from loud proclaming our diſgrace? Policie will's ſome ſeeming cauſe be had To make that good which juſtice knowes for bad. Leave that to me; I have procur'd from her A letter, whoſe points but chang'd transferre the ſenſe, This in the publike Seſſions being read, And ſhee acknowledging the hand and ſeale, Will be a moſt ſufficient teſtimony Of traiterous attempts againſt your State And perſon, which the groſſe multitude Will never ſcanne, but confidently, hold Her condemnation juſt. Wee'll then give order For her attachment and impriſonment Meane while your ſelfe may with perſwaſive words Prepare Lucilio's minde to meet her death. So's juſtice wrong'd, and innocence muſt die, When they withſtand a womans tyrannie.