Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Then let the Execution proceed, That we may do this latest Exequy To his wronged ghost, which is to see his blood Revenged with blood of those that murdered him, As we have vowed to do, and not to leave These weeds of sorrow, till we have consumed The race and name of them that did conspire In this abhorred Action: And would it might Suffice the injuries we did his life, Thus to revenge his too untimely death; And from that height— Am I awake, or dream I? Is it my fancy Breeds this delusive show in my weak brain? Or do their souls come to condemn our guilt, More conscious of their death, than whom we have brought To die for it? See, do thy dazzled eyes Perceive that object which myself beholds: Or is't some shadow that abuses me? And none but me? My son my Lord, my son! More known by's ghost, then if his living form Had met mine eyes: o speak to him my Lord! If thou be'st such as is thy semblance, By all that duty that thy life did owe Unto a Parent; by the Bands once due, Of Love and Nature, that unites the souls Of children and their careful nourishers, I do adjure thee tell, why in this midst Of day you come thus to renew our grief? What has there wanted to your Funerals, When we have wept us dry, and spent our tears More thick than winter showers upon your Hearse? Done all the Rites and Exequies were due To your interring? And have vowed revenge To all that did conspire in that foul Act Of thy too guiltless murder Know that we are returned From out those Seats of Bliss where we were placed By your unjust proceedings, to make known That what you did was 'gainst the will of Fate. For see, what you denied upon the earth, The power of Heaven does grant, and has confirmed Our long-born loves with an Eternal peace: Where our two souls in sweetest union knit, Enjoy their Nuptials out of Envies reach. Yet know there are some punishments reserved For the vile Treasons practised in pursuit Of our unmerited wrongs; and that their sin Is marked for plagues, that seek by force to break The League that Love and Faith do jointly knit. Then let 'em fall, we are prepared for woes Though shot as thick as Hail from out the Clouds, Our guilt is greater than those punishments, Or all our future plagues can expiate. Yet on our bended knees thus low to earth As we did both conspire in that foul plot We here entreat your pardons, and withal Wish the offended Heavens would be appeased With Vows and Orisons; and would your ghosts Forget those injuries we did your loves And rest in peace with us, and with the world.
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Length
484 words · 602 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.807 (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)
Then let the Execution proceed, That wee may doe this lateſt Exequie To his wrong'd ghoſt, which is to ſee his blood Reveng'd with blood of thoſe that murdred him, As we have vow'd to doe, and not to leave Theſe weeds of ſorrow, till we have conſum'd The race and name of them that did conſpire In this abhorred Action: And would it might Suffice the injuries we did his life, Thus to revenge his too untimely death; And from that height— Am I awake, or dreame I? Is it my fancy Breeds this deluſive ſhow in my weak braine? Or doe their ſoules come to condemne our guilt, More cōſcious of their death, then whō we have brought To die for it? See, doe thy dazled eyes Perceive that object which my ſelfe beholds: Or is't ſome ſhadow that abuſes mee? And none but mee? My ſonne my Lord, my ſonne! More knowne by's ghoſt, then if his living forme Had met mine eyes: ô ſpeake to him my Lord! If thou beeſt ſuch as is thy ſemblance, By all that duty that thy life did owe Vnto a Parent; by the Bands once due, Of Love and Nature, that unites the ſoules Of children and their carefull nouriſhers, I doe adjure thee tell, why in this midd'ſt Of day you come thus to renew our griefe? What has there wanted to your Funerals, When we have wept us dry, and ſpent our teares More thicke than winter ſhowers upon your Hearſe? Done all the Rites and Exequies were due To your interring? And have vow'd revenge To all that did conſpire in that foule Act Of thy too guiltleſſe murder Know that wee are return'd From out thoſe Seats of Bliſſe where we were plac'd By your unjuſt proceedings, to make knowne That what you did was 'gainſt the will of Fate. For ſee, what you deny'd upon the earth, The power of Heaven does grant, and has confirm'd Our long-borne loves with an Eternall peace: Where our two ſoules in ſweeteſt union knit, Enjoy their Nuptials out of Envies reach. Yet know there are ſome puniſhments reſerv'd For the vile Treaſons practis'd in purſuite Of our unmerited wrongs; and that their ſinne Is mark'd for plagues, that ſeeke by force to breake The League that Love and Faith doe joyntly knit. Then let 'hem fall, wee are prepar'd for woes Though ſhot as thick as Haile from out the Clouds, Our guilt is greater than thoſe puniſhments, Or all our future plagues can expiate. Yet on our bended knees thus low to earth As we did both conſpire in that foule plott We here entreat your pardons, and withall Wiſh the offended Heavens would bee appeas'd With Vowes and Oriſons; and would your ghoſts Forget thoſe injuries wee did your loves And reſt in peace with us, and with the world.