Rowley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1608 [1607-1609] (Annals) romance · Prince Charles's Men (first) · Red Bull T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.79 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Men that respect a Christian no more than you do, Sir you need not fear, there's not a good Christian among us. Honest fellows: Back, and give the prisoner's room. Come my constant friend: Noble Sir Hugh at last farewell join hands We never shall touch one another more, When these we sever; thou long hast Loved me; truer ne'er was found, That both in life and death keeps faith so sound: All that my love can give thee for thy pains I'll marry thee, but death must bid the banes: Never to wedding was such honour given, Our wedding dinner must be kept in heaven. At which Angels shall wait: Saints be our guests, our souls the wedding couple, And the feast joy and eternity; our bridal room The Hall of heaven, where hand in hand we'll come, Martyrs to dance a measure, which begins Unto the music of the Cherubins. Mean time, even here you both shall dance with death; Yet if our God's you'll serve, prolong your breath. 'Tis life we seek to lose; Tyrant strike home, They are but walls of clay which thou beast down. Call a Hangman, flay that Villain straight, and tear that woman's Flesh with burning Pincers. We both are ready Sir, Yet hear me Maximinus: by all the Rites Of honour I conjure thee, in Law of womanhood, Let not my body be a villain's prey; But since I am a Queen and spotless Virgin, Let me choose my death. Because thou once wert daughter to a King Enjoy thy wish, so death may forth with strike, Meet him in any shape thou best shall like. Be sure it shall: Be thou the chief mourner at my funeral. My earthly love farewell; thy cheek I'll kiss, we'll meet anon within the land of bliss: Follow my footsteps thou shalt soon be there: Courage good heart, to die I cannot fear. I'll be the first, and teach thee how to die, Leading the way to sweet felicity. Come Tyrants launch my arm, to death I'll bleed, Sweet blood was shed for me, and mine I'll shed. Dispatch and launch her arm, but save the blood The which this day to holy Iupiter I'll sacrifice. My dearest friend farewell, In one house shortly we'll for ever dwell. The storm of death now comes, Bear up brave sail. I feel no storm; but oven the merriest gale That ever life was driven with: Oh how sweet a Dream methinks I now am in; Angels do run to meet and welcome Me unto the Land of bliss, Singing I have spun a golden thread That thread of gold weave still. I do; farewell: make haste to meet— In faith I will, in a whole Camp of Martyrs; blessed Fate she's gone for ever to an angel's state. Dispatch him; and drag her body hence. 'Tis sister to the Saints; oh give it reverence. Why do I linger here, my love being gone? A right Shoemaker, he loves a woman.
nodes 1600–1664 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 40 in this edition
Length
504 words · 641 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.787 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Men that respect a Christian no more than you doe, Sir you neede not feare, there's not a good Christian among us. Honest fellowes: Backe, and give the Prisoners roome. Come my constant friend: Noble Sir Hugh at last farewell joyne hand We never shall touch one another more, When these we sever; thou long hast Lov'd me; truer ne're was found, That both in life and death keepes faith so sound: All that my love can give thee for thy paines Ile marry thee, but death must bid the banes: Never to wedding was such honour given, Our weding dinner must be kept in heaven. At which Angels shall waite: Saints be our guests, our soules the wedding couple, And the feast joy and eternity; our bridall roome The Hall of heaven, where hand in hand weele come, Martyrs to dance a measure, which beginnes Unto the musick of the Cherubins. Meane time, even here you both shall dance with death; Yet if our Gods you'le serve, prolong your breath. 'Tis life we seeke to loose; Tyrant strike home, They are but walls of clay which thou beast downe. Call a Hangman, flea that Villaine straight, and teare that womans Flesh with burning Pincers. We both are ready Sir, Yet heare me Maximinus: by all the Rites Of honour I conjure thee, in Law of woman-hood, Let not my body be a Villaines prey; But since I am a Queene and spotlesse Virgin, Let me chuse my death. Because thou once wert daughter to a King Injoy thy wish, so death may forth with strike, Meete him in any shape thou best shall like. Be sure it shall: Be thou the chiefe mourner at my funerall. My earthly love farewell; thy cheeke Ile kisse, Wee'le meete anon within the land of blisse: Follow my footesteps thou shalt soone be there: Courage good heart, to dye I cannot feare. Ile be the first, and teach thee how to dye, Leading the way to sweete felicity. Come Tyrants lanch my arme, to death Ile bleed, Sweete blood was shed for me, and mine Ile sheede. Dispatch and lanch her arme, but save the blood The which this day to holy Iupiter Ile sacrifice. My dearest friend farewell, In one house shortly wee'le for ever dwell. The storme of death now comes, Beare up brave saile. I feele no storme; but oven the merriest gaile That ever life was driven with: Oh how sweet a Dreame me thinkes I now am in; Angels doe runne to meete and welcome Me unto the Land of blisse, Singing I have spunne a golden thred That thread of gold weave still. I doe; farewell: make haste to meete— In faith I will, in a whole Campe of Martyrs; blest Fate Shee's gone for ever to an Angels state. Dispatch him; and dragge her body hence. 'Tis sister to the Saints; oh give it reverence. Why doe I linger here, my love being gone? A right Shooe-maker, he loves a woman.