Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Adrasta, or The Woman's Spleen and Love's Conquest · chunk 17 of 47

Jones, John · published 1635 · first performed or written 1635 (Annals)
tragicomedy
T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.81 · 506 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.

Which will outlive our Tombs, and make our names Come hateful to posterities Records. Should have a birth within a virgin's breast That never yet was conscious of a wish, 'Gainst your desired safety; I must take leave To tell your Grace, that it was merely feigned By the bloody hand of Envy, to cut off That sacred band of love the Heavens have knit 'Twixt your son's heart and my chaste innocence. Nor do I tax your justice for my death, But do impute it most to his fond love, That by protests of virtue and desire, Drew my believing soul to his affects; For when my fears urged these ensuing ills, His uncontained affection breaking forth In signs of extreme passion, so consumed My powers, that had my thoughts been cold as Snow, His zeal poured out in such inflaming vows Would melt them. We must check your impudence, That swells beyond the bounds we did expect Your modesty should have observed: you wrong Our son, and in our son ourselves; know you This hand and seal? I do my honoured Lord, Yet were that Hand and Seal never found guilty Of conceived wrong 'gainst or your Son or you. 'Twill speak itself, call it to witness then. MY Lord the attempt is dangerous and foul, therefore desist not; to enjoy the sweets our present Nuptials would being could I endure your hand stained with such an Action. More when we meet: fear not; but— Heaven and Fate will second virtue. Be still yourself, and I will rest Had you a privilege to shroud the blush Your conscious guilt casts 'gainst the eyes of Heaven As from our sight you do conceal the Die That writes your Acts in shame upon your Cheeks, You might deny these proofs, and swear them feigned; But that all-seeing power that notes the wild And secretest passages of man's conceit, Detesting those foul crimes of lust and blood, Reveals your Acts. Stand therefore, and from the Seat Of justice hear your doom; since your ambitious hopes Soared up, and by our Blood did mean to climb Into that Seat which Nature and our right Had given to us: be therefore from the Rock Thrown with your hopes, that your example teach How low they fall, that climb above their reach. And you Antonio we charge to see The execution speedily performed. As sweet as cooling dew comes to the breast Of scorched Autumn, so Death's slumber falls On oppressed innocence. And good Antonio, Since 'tis your charge to see us dead, let me Entreat this favour that my body be Speedily interred: and pray you tell the Duke That I request his Grace not grieve too much Hereafter, for what I willingly now sought, And he against his will made me to find. Then that I may have a little space in private To bid the world farewell; and this is all A dying Virgin begs, and for your friend Lucilio's sake you must not now deny it.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayAdrasta, or The Woman's Spleen and Love's Conquest
AuthorJones, John
Publication year (edition)1635
First performance / composition (Annals)1635
First performance (BritDrama)1635
Genre (British Drama)tragicomedy
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1030 · TCP A04604 · DEEP 845
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 736–794 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 17 of 47 in this edition
Length506 words · 621 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T1 — Death, grief and revenge cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.809 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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)
Which will out-live our Tombes, and make our names Come hatefull to poſterities Records. Should have a birth within a Virgins breaſt That never yet was conſcious of a wiſh, 'Gainſt your deſired ſafety; I muſt take leave To tell your Grace, that it was meerly feign'd By the bloody hand of Envy, to cut off That ſacred band of love the Heavens have knit 'Twixt your ſonnes heart and my chaſte innocence. Nor doe I taxe your juſtice for my death, But doe impute it moſt to his fond love, That by proteſts of vertue and deſire, Drew my beleeving ſoule to his affects; For when my feares urg'd theſe enſuing ils, His uncontain'd affection breaking forth In ſignes of extreme paſſion, ſo conſum'd My powers, that had my thoughts beene cold as Snow, His zeale pour'd out in ſuch inflaming vowes Would melt them. We muſt check your impudence, That ſwels beyond the bounds we did expect Your modeſty ſhould have obſerv'd: you wrong Our ſonne, and in our ſonne our ſelves; know you This hand and ſeale? I doe my honour'd Lord, Yet were that Hand and Seale never found guilty Of conceiv'd wrong 'gainſt or your Sonne or you. 'Twill ſpeake it ſelfe, call it to witneſſe then. MY Lord the attempt is dangerous and foule, therefore deſiſt not; to enjoy the ſweets our preſent Nuptials would being could I endure your hand ſtain'd with ſuch an Action. More when wee meet: feare not; but—Heaven and Fate will ſecond vertue. Be ſtill your ſelfe, and I will reſt Had you a priviledge to ſhrowd the bluſh Your conſcious guilt caſts 'gainſt the eyes of Heaven As from our ſight you doe conceale the Die That writes your Acts in ſhame upon your Cheekes, You might deny theſe proofes, and ſweare them fain'd; But that all-ſeeing power that notes the wild And ſecretſt paſſages of mans conceit, Deteſting thoſe foule crimes of luſt and blood, Reveales your Acts. Stand therefore, and from the Seate Of Iuſtice heare your doom; ſince your ambitious hopes Soar'd up, and by our Blood did meane to climbe Into that Seat which Nature and our right Had given to us: be therfore from the Rock Throwne with your hopes, that your example teach How low they fall, that climbe above their reach. And you Antonio we charge to ſee The execution ſpeedily perform'd. As ſweet as cooling dew comes to the breſt Of ſcorched Autumne, ſo Deaths ſlumber fals On oppreſs'd innocence. And good Antonio, Since 'tis your charge to ſee us dead, let mee Entreat this favour that my body be Speedily interr'd: and pray you tell the Duke That I requeſt his Grace not grieve too much Hereafter, for what I willingly now ſought, And he againſt his will made me to finde. Then that I may have a litttle ſpace in private To bid the world farewell; and this is all A dying Virgin begs, and for your friend Lucilio's ſake you muſt not now deny it.