Shirley, James · published 1637 · first performed or written 1633 [licensed for stage, Nov 11] (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Men of his quality Do seldom court affliction, this, I must Allow, is a most noble gratitude For those good offices my father did him. Sir, the respects I owe you make me again solicitor for your safety, and although On the first proposition it appear Strange to you, and perhaps incredible, Which might dispose you to the slow embrace Of what I tendered, yet again brought to you After a time to examine and consider What most concerns you, I am confident, You will accept, and thank me. Noble sir. You do express so are is bounty, men Will slowly imitate; I am not so Lost in my wild misfortune, but my reason Will guide me to acknowledge and pay back My service and myself, for so much charity As you have pleased to show me. Here's for thy pains: they are the same; make good Thy word, and place me where I may unseen Hear their discourse. This way. But with your pardon, I would desire to hear again how much I shall be obliged that knowing the extent Of your desert I may pay back a duty, That may in every circumstance become My fortune and the benefit. Then thus: you are a Prisoner; that alone Is misery, But yours the greater, in that guilt of blood, Not sums that may be recompensed, detain you. I'll not dispute the circumstance, Delamore Slain by your hand. I have confessed, The first jury having found it murder. His blood calls to the law for justice, and you cannot Left to yourself, and looking on the fact, Expect with any comfort what must follow. Yet I in pity of your sufferings, In pity of your youth which would be else Untimely blasted, offer to remove Your sorrows, make you free and right again, With clear satisfaction to the Law. Good sir, Pray give me leave to doubt here. I see not howe'er your will and charity may be active In my desires to save me, that you can Assure my life and freedom, since in causes Of such high nature, laws must have their course, Whose stream as it were wickedness to pollute, It were vanity for any private man To think he could resist. I speak not this To have you imagine I despise my life, But to express my fears your will does flatter you 'bove what your power can reach. For that I urge not My being a Commissioner alone To do you service, I have friends in Court, And great ones, when the rigor of the Law Hath sentenced you to mediate your pardon: Nor takes it from the justice of a Prince, Where provocation and not malice makes Guilty, to save, whom the sharp letter dooms Sometimes to execution: I am to far From doubting your discharge, that I dare forfeit My life if I secure not yours from any Danger for this offence.
nodes 1880–1949 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 39 in this edition
Length
489 words · 591 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.779 (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
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Men of his quality Do seldome court affliction, this, I must Allow, is a most noble gratitude For those good offices my father did him. Sir, the respects I owe you make me againe Solliciter for your saftie, and although On the first proposition it appeare Strange to you, and perhapps incredible, Which might dispose you to the slow embrace Of what I tendred, yet againe brought to you After a time to examine and consider What most concernes you, I am confident, You will accept, and thanke me▪ Noble sir. You doe expresse so are is bountie, men Will sloely imitate; I am not soe Lost in my wilde misfortune, but my reason Will guide me to acknowledge and paie backe My service and my selfe, for so much charity As you have pleas'd to shew me. Here's for thy paines: they are the same; make good Thy word, and place me where I may unseene Heare their discourse. This way. But with your pardon, I would desire to heare agen how much I shall be oblig'd that knowing the extent Of your desert I maie pay backe a duty, That may in every circumstance become My fortune and the benefit. Then thus: you are a Prisoner; that alone Is misery, But yours the greater, in that guilt of blood, Not summes that may bee recompenc'd, detaine you. I'le not dispute the circumstance, Delamore Slaine by your hand. I have confest, The first jurie having found it murder. His blood calls to the law for justice, and you cannot Left to your selfe, and looking on the fact, Expect with any comfort what must follow. Yet I in pity of your suffrings, In pity of your youth which would bee else Untimely blasted, offer to remove Your sorrowes, make you free and right againe, With cleere satisfaction to the Law. Good sir, Pray give me leave to doubt here. I see not How ere your will and charitie may bee active In my desiresse to save me, that you can Assure my life and freedome, since in causes Of such high nature, lawes must have their course, Whose streame as it were wickednesse to pollute, It were vanitie for any private man To thinke he could resist. I speake not this To have you imagine I despise my life, But to expresse my feares your will does flatter you Bove what your power can reach. For that I urge not My beeing a Commissioner alone To doe you service, I have friends in Court, And great ones, when the rigor of the Law Hath sentenc'd you to mediate your pardon: Nor takes it from the justice of a Prince, Where provocation and not malice makes Guilty, to save, whom the sharpe letter doomes Sometimes to execution: I am to farre From doubting your discharge, that I dare forfeit My life if I secure not yours from any Danger for this offence.