Massinger, Philip · published 1636 · first performed or written 1627 [licensed for stage, Jul 5] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.80 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
You say well, You are ignorant in the nature of his fault, Which when you understand (as we'll instruct you) Your pity will appear a charity (It being conferred on an unthankful man) To be repented. He's a traitor madam To you, to us, to gratitude, and in that All crimes are comprehended. If his offence Aimed at me only, what so e'er it is 'Tis freely pardoned. This compassion in you Must make the colour of his guilt more ugly: The honours we have hourly heaped upon him, The titles, the rewards, to the envy of The old Nobility, as the common people, We now forbear to touch at, and will only Insist on his gross wrongs to you. You were pleased Forgetting both yourself and proper Greatness, To favour him, nay, to court him to embrace A happiness, which on his knees with joy He should have sued for. Who repined not at The grace you did him? yet in recompense Of your large bounties, the disloyal wretch Makes you a stale; and what he might be by you Scorned, and derided, gives himself up wholly To the service of another. If you can Bear this with patience, we must say you have not The bitterness of spleen, or ireful passions Familiar to women. Pause upon it, And when you seriously have weighed his carriage, Move us again, if your reason will allow it, His treachery known: and then if you continue His advocate for him, we perhaps, because We would deny you nothing, may awake Our sleeping mercy. Carolo! My Lord. To endure a rival, that were equal to me, Cannot but speak my poverty of spirit, But an inferior more; yet true love must not Know, or degrees, or distances. Lidia may be As far above me in her form, as she Is in her birth beneath me, and what I In Sanazarro liked, he loves in her. But if I free him now, the benefit Being done so timely, and confirming too My strength & power, my soul's best faculties being Bent wholly to preserve him, must supply me With all I am defective, and bind him My creature ever. It must needs be so, Nor will I give it o'er thus. Does our Nephew Bear his restraint so constantly, as you Deliver it to us? In my judgement Sir He suffers more for his offence to you, Then in his fear of what can follow it. For he is so collected and prepared To welcome that, you shall determine of him, As if his doubts and fears were equal to him. And sure he's not acquainted with much guilt, That more laments the telling one untruth Under your pardon still (for 'twas a fault Sir) Then others that pretend to conscience, do Their crying secret sins. No more, this Gloss Defends not the corruption of the text, Urge it no more.
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Length
487 words · 621 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.802 (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)
You say well, You are ignorant in the nature of his fault, Which when you understand (as we'll instruct you) Your pitty will appeare a charity (It being conferr'd on an unthankfull man) To be repented. He's a traytor Madame To you, to us, to gratitude, and in that All crimes are comprehended. If his offence Aym'd at me onely, what so e're it is 'Tis freely pardon'd. This compassion in you Must make the colour of his guilt more ugly: The honors we have hourely heap'd upon him, The titles, the rewards, to the envie of The old Nobility, as the common people, We now forbeare to touch at, and will onely Insist on his grosse wrongs to you. You were pleas'd Forgetting both your selfe and proper Greatnesse, To favour him, nay, to court him to embrace A happinesse, which on his knees with joy He should have su'd for. Who repin'd not at The grace you did him? yet in recompence Of your large bounties, the disloyall wretch Makes you a stale; and what he might be by you Scorn'd, and derided, gives himselfe up wholly To the service of another. If you can Beare this with patience, we must say you have not The bitternesse of spleene, or irefull passions Familiar to women. Pause upon it, And when you seriously have waigh'd his cariage, Move us againe, if your reason will allow it, His trechery knowne: and then if you continue His advocate for him, we perhaps, because We would denie you nothing, may awake Our sleeping mercy. Carolo! My Lord. To endure a rivall, that were equall to me, Cannot but speake my poverty of spirit, But an inferiour more; yet true love must not Know, or degrees, or distances. Lidia may be As farre above me in her forme, as she Is in her birth beneath me, and what I In Sanazarro lik'd, he loves in her. But if I free him now, the benefit Being done so timely, and confirming too My strength & power, my soules best faculties being Bent wholly to preserve him, must supply me With all I am defective, and binde him My creature ever. It must needes be so, Nor will I give it o're thus. Does our Nephew Beare his restraint so constantly, as you Deliver it to us? In my judgement Sir He suffers more for his offence to you, Then in his feare of what can follow it. For he is so collected and prepar'd To welcome that, you shall determine of him, As if his doubts and feares were equall to him. And sure he's not acquainted with much guilt, That more laments the telling one untruth Under your pardon still (for 'twas a fault Sir) Then others that pretend to conscience, doe Their crying secret sinnes. No more, this Glosse Defends not the corruption of the text, Urge it no more.