The Vow Breaker, or The Fair Maid of Clifton · chunk 21 of 36
Sampson, William · published 1636 · first performed or written 1625 [1625(?)-1636] (Annals) tragedy T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.63 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
A notable exhortation. List to the sequel; When thou art dead, thou shalt not curse me, for my proceedings shall be legal; thou art at the bar of my mercy, and thus I ascend to judgement, as it is in the painted cloth. Harken the indictment. Tybert the Cat; as it is in the painted cloth, of the Bull, and Cock, sometimes housekeeper, drudger or succourer to Marmaduke Ioshua, Limner alias painter-stainer, & now the correcter or extirper of vermin, as Rats, Mice, and other waspish animals; thou art here indicted by thy dear Master Marmaduke Ioshua for breaking of the high-day, what sayst thou for thyself? guilty or not guilty? hah. Would she could mew non guilty. Know'st thou not, thou silly Cat, that thy brethren will not Kill the Calf nor roast the Mutton nor boil their flesh Pots on the high-day? was it not decreed by our learned brother Abolt cabbage, Cobbler of Amsterdam, that they should be held unclean, and not worthy of the means that did it, and did not expect Cratchet Cool his proud flesh in the Leene for making insurrection on the high day? A point well watered. Did not Nadab the sow-gelder make a gaunt of his gelt for being cumbersome on the high-day? Ha thy silence argues guilt; hast thou not seen the whole conventicle of brothers, and sisters walk to St. Ann's, and not so much as a fructifying Kiss on the high— It seems the elect Kiss weekly. And must thou kill a Mouse? oh thou wicked Cat; couldst not turn up the white of the eye for the poor creature? thou gluttonous Cat, thou art now arraigned, I adjudge thee to be hanged this Monday, for killing a Mouse yesterday being the high-day. Stay, stay, a pardon, a pardon! I am hot in my zeal, and fiery in expedition, we'll talk with you hereafter. I was executing a point of justice, equity, and conscience, A pleasant tragicomedy, the Cat being scaped, What Trumpets this? Monlucke, Bishop of Valens, Newly anchored in the haven of Inskeith, Desires safe convoy by your honour's forces, From the red Brays to Edinburgh Castle, The rest on interview he will impart. Such entertainment, as the war affords The Drum the fife, the thundering Cannon, The shrill Trumpets, and all warlike Cymbals, Such Music as in wars Soldiers measure Bestow on him; come he in war or peace He shallbe welcome? Oh that profane surplice, ho, ho, ho. Mary, King dolphin's wife, Dowager of France, And heir apparent to the Scottish Crown, Hearing of devastations in her Lands, And the oppressions that her neighbour Princess With rough hostility grinds her people, Me her Legate she sends to Edinburgh, To parley with her Mother the Queen Regent, And Article A peace 'twixt her dear sister, The Queen of England, and the Lords of Scotland. If our conditions may be made with honour, This is my message.
nodes 1041–1079 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 36 in this edition
Length
491 words · 688 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.627 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 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)
A notable exhortation. List to the sequell; When thou art dead, thou shalt not curse me, for my proceedings shall be legall; thou art at the barre of my mercy, and thus I ascend to judgment, as it is in the painted cloath. Harken the inditement. Tybert the Cat; as it is in the painted cloath, of the Bull, and Cocke, sometimes house-keeper, drudger or scourer to Marmaduke Ioshua, Limner alias painter-stainer, & now the correcter or extirper of vermine, as Rats, Mice, and other waspish animalls; thou art here indited by thy deare Master Marmaduke Ioshua for breaking of the high-day, what sayst thou for thy selfe? guilty or not guilty? hah. Would she could mew non guilty. Know'st thou not, thou silly Cat, that thy brethren will not Kill the Calfe nor rost the Mutton nor boyle their flesh Pots on the high-day? was it not decree'd by our learned brother Abolt Cabbidge, Cobler of Amsterdam, that they should be held uncleane, and not worthy of the meanes that did it, and did not expect Cratchet Coole his proud flesh in the Leene for making insurrection on the high day? A point well watred. Did not Nadab the Sowe-gelder make a gaunt of his gelt for being cumbersome on the high-day? Ha thy silence argues guilt; hast thou not seene the whole conventicle of brothers, and sisters walke to St. Anns, and not so much as a fructifying Kisse on the high— It seemes the elect Kisse weekely. And must thou kill a Mouse? oh thou wicked Cat; could'st not turne up the white of the eie for the poore creature? thou gluttonous Cat, thou art now arraigned, I adjudge thee to be hanged this munday, for killing a Mouse yesterday being the high-day. Stay, stay, a pardon, a pardon! I am hot in my zeale, and fiery in expedition, Wee'le talke with you hereafter. I was executing a point of justice, equity, and conscience, A pleasant Tragecomedy, the Cat being scap't, What Trumpets this? Monlucke, Bishop of Valens, Newly anchor'd in the haven of Inskeith, Desires safe convoy by your honours forces, From the red Brayes to Edenborough Castle, The rest on entervew he will impart. Such entertainment, as the warre affourds The Drum the Fiffe, the thundering Cannon, The shrill Trumpets, and all war-like Cymballs, Such Musique as in warrs Souldiers measure Bestow on him; come he in warr or peace He shalbe welcome? Oh that prophane surplesse, ho, ho, ho. Mary, King Dolphins wife, Dowager of France, And heire apparant to the Scottish Crowne, Hearing of devastations in her Lands, And the oppressions that her neighbour Princesse With rough hostility grindes her people, Me her Legat she sends to Edenburgh, To parley with her Mother the Queene Regent, And Article A peace twixt her deare sister, The Queene of England, and the Lords of Scotland. If our conditions may be made with honour, This is my message.