Rutter, Joseph / Corneille, Pierre · published 1637 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.88 · 514 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Away, I'm thy accuser, not thy headsman, Is't fit for me to take the head thou offer'st? 'Tis of another that I must obtain it; I must pursue thy crime, not punish it. Though love speak to thee in my favour, yet The bravery of thy mind ought to answer mine, Which trust me (my Cimena) cannot be, If to revenge thou borrowest other hands. For my revenge I used none but my own, And thou for thine, must use thy hand alone. Cruel! to be so obstinate in this, If without help thou didst revenge thyself, Why dost thou offer't me? I'll follow thee, My courage is too great to let thee bear The least part in my glory, neither shall Mine, or my father's honour stoop so low As to thy love, or thy despair to owe. Hard point of honour! can I by no way Obtain this grace? punish me in the name Of thy dead father, or our dearest love, Either do't in revenge, or else in pity. 'Twill to thy lover prove a gentler fate, To die thus by thy hand, than to live with thy hate. Away, I hate thee not. Thou ought'st to hate me. I can't. But fear'st thou not the blame and scandal Which men will raise, when they shall know my crime, And the continuance of thy love; no, rather Force 'em to silence, and without more words, By my death give thy reputation life. It will live better, if I let thee live; I'll ha' the voice of the most black mouthed envy Admire my glory, and pity my hard sufferings, When they shall know, that though I love thy person, I prosecute thy crime. Go Roderigo, And let the darkness of the night conceal Thy parting hence, mine honour cannot run A greater hazard, than if men shall know That I have kept thee company so long. 'Tis death to hear this. Away. But what, are you resolved to do. Spite of this loving fire which would restrain That of my anger, I shall do my best To have full vengeance for my father's death, And yet in spite of this so cruel honour, My desire is to have my desires crossed. O miracle of love! But heaped with griefs. How many tears will these our fathers cost us? Who would ha' thought it Roderigo? Who Cimena would ha' said it? That our joys Should be so nigh us and so quickly lost. And that so near the Port a sudden storm Should shipwreck all our hopes. Go Roderigo, And think I cannot, dare not, hear thee longer. I go then to draw out a dying life, Till thy pursuit shall bring it to an end. If I obtain th' effect, I sadly vow Not to draw breath one minute after thee, Adieu, and have a care thou be not seen. AT length I see what all my industry Could not effect, chance offers to me, this Must be my Son. Roderigo, blessed be Heaven That gives me leave to see thee.
before the Court;Phoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
not in BritDrama
Play type
Boys Professional;Professional;Translation
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1059 · TCP A19346 · DEEP 878
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 885–953 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 27 in this edition
Length
514 words · 663 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.883 (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)
Away, I'me thy accuſer, not thy heads-man, Is't fit for me to take the head thou offer'ſt? 'Tis of another that I muſt obtaine it; I muſt purſue thy crime, not puniſh it. Though love ſpeake to thee in my favour, yet The brav'ry of thy minde ought to anſwer mine, Which truſt me (my Cimena) cannot be, If to revenge thou borrow'ſt other hands. For my revenge I us'd none but my owne, And thou for thine, muſt uſe thy hand alone. Cruell! to be ſo obſtinate in this, If without helpe thou did'ſt revenge thy ſelfe, Why do'ſt thou offer't me? I'le follow thee, My courage is too great to let thee beare The leaſt part in my glory, neither ſhall Mine, or my fathers honour ſtoop ſo low As to thy love, or thy deſpaire to owe. Hard point of honour! can I by no way Obtaine this grace? puniſh me in the name Of thy dead father, or our deareſt love, Either do't in revenge, or elſe in pity. 'Twill to thy lover prove a gentler fate, To die thus by thy hand, than to live with thy hate. Away, I hate thee not. Thou ought'ſt to hate me. I can't. But fear'ſt thou not the blame and ſcandall Which men will raiſe, when they ſhall know my crime, And the continuance of thy love; no, rather Force 'um to ſilence, and without more words, By my death give thy reputation life. It will live better, if I let thee live; I'le ha' the voice of the moſt blacke mouth'd envie Admire my glory, and pitty my hard ſufferings, When they ſhall know, that though I love thy perſon, I proſecute thy crime. Goe Roderigo, And let the darkneſſe of the night conceale Thy parting hence, mine honour cannot runne A greater hazzard, than if men ſhall know That I have kept thee company ſo long. 'Tis death to heare this. Away. But what, are you reſolv'd to doe. Spight of this loving fire which would reſtraine That of my anger, I ſhall doe my beſt To have full vengeance for my fathers death, And yet in ſpight of this ſo cruell honor, My deſire is to have my deſires croſt. O miracle of love! But heap'd with griefes. How many teares will theſe our fathers coſt us? Who would ha' thought it Roderigo? Who Cimena would ha' ſaid it? That our joyes Should be ſo nigh us and ſo quickly loſt. And that ſo neere the Port a ſuddaine ſtorme Should ſhipwrack all our hopes. Goe Roderigo, And thinke I cannot, dare not, heare thee longer. I goe then to draw out a dying life, Till thy purſuit ſhall bring it to an end. If I obtaine th' effect, I ſadly vow Not to draw breath one minute after thee, Adieu, and have a care thou be not ſeene. AT length I ſee what all my induſtry Could not effect, chance offers to me, this Muſt be my Sonne. Roderigo, bleſt be Heaven That gives me leave to ſee thee.