Berkeley, William · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [1637-1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.88 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Why should your grief make me repent the joys I ever begged of heaven? the knowledge Of your love, could there be added more Unto my happiness, than to be confirmed By my own sufferings how much you did love me, And prosecuted those that desired my ruin? Like Semele I die, who could not take The full god in her arms. I have but one wish more, that I may bear Unto the shades the glorious title of your wife: If I may live so long to hear but this Pronounced by Lysicles, I die in peace. Hear it with my vows, not to behold The Sun rise after you are gone. O say not so, live, I command you live; Let your obedience unto this command, Show you have lost a Mistress. Can I hear this, and live? My Lord, our cares will be employed better, In seeking to avert this lady's death, Than in deploring it. You advise well: run all to the Physician: I Will myself to Arnaldo, who gave This poison to me. Let me have word sent to the Cypress grove, the minute she is dead. If Life be given as a blessing to us, What Law compels us to preserve it longer, Than we can see a possibility Of being happy by it? But we must expect Till the same power that placed us here, commands A restitution of his gift: This is indeed a rule To make us live, but not live happily. 'Tis true, the slave that frees himself by death Doth wrong his Master: but yet the gods are not Necessitous of us, but we of them. Who then is injured if I kill myself? And if I durst to hear their voice, they call Men to some other place, when they remove The gust, and taste of this, we should adore thee death, If constant virtue, not enforcement built Thy spacious Temples. Welcome Eugenio, welcome worthy friend, How long are you arrived? Time enough to revenge, though not prevent The injuries you have done me. What means my friend? I must not hear that name now, you have lost The effects and virtue of it: I come to punish Your breach of faith. Is Hell afeard my constancy should conquer The mischiefs that are raised to swallow me, That it invents new plagues to batter me? By all that's holy, I never did offend my friend, Not in a thought. Those that by breach of vows provoke their justice, Do seldom fear profaning of their names, To hide their perjuries will put it on them. You have attempted my Hermione, And forced her father to compel her voice Unto your Marriage. All this I do confess; but 'twas for both your goods, As I will now inform you. Hell and furies: because your specious titles, Your spreading Vineyards, and your guilded house Do shine upon our Cottage, must our faiths, Which Heaven did seal, be canceled; 'twas my virtue Won her fair graces, which still outshine Your flames of vice.
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Length
511 words · 638 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.879 (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)
Why should your griefe make me repent the joyes I ever beg'd of heaven? the knowledge Of your love, could there be added more Unto my happinesse, than to be confirm'd By my owne sufferings how much you did love me, And prosecuted those that desired my ruine? Like Semele I dye, who could not take The full god in her armes. I have but one wish more, that I may beare Vnto the shades the glorious title of your wife: If I may live so long to heare but this Pronounc'd by Lysicles, I dye in peace. Heare it with my vowes, not to behold The Sunne rise after you are gone. O say not so, live, I command you live; Let your obedience unto this command, Shew you have lost a Mistresse. Can I heare this, and live? My Lord, our cares will be imployed better, In seeking to avert this Ladies death, Than in deploring it. You advise well: runne all to the Physitian: I Will my selfe to Arnaldo, who gave This poison to me. Let me have word sent to the Cypresse grove, the minute she is dead. If Life be given as a blessing to us, What Law compels us to preserve it longer, Than we can see a possibility Of being happy by it? But we must expect Till the same power that plac't us here, commands A restitution of his gift: This is indeed a rule To make us live, but not live happily. 'Tis true, the slave that frees himselfe by death Doth wrong his Master: but yet the gods are not Necessitous of us, but we of them. Who then is injur'd if I kill my selfe? And if I durst to heare their voyce, they call Men to some other place, when they remove The gust, and taste of this, we should adore thee death, If constant vertue, not inforcement built Thy spacious Temples. Welcome Eugenio, welcome worthie friend, How long are you arrivd? Time enough to revenge, though not prevent The injuries you have done me. VVhat meanes my friend? I must not heare that name now, you have lost The effects and vertue of it: I come to punish Your breach of faith. Is Hell affeard my constancie should conquer The mischiefes that are rais'd to swallow me, That it invents new plagues to batter me? By all that's holy, I never did offend my friend, Not in a thought. Those that by breach of vowes provoke their justice, Doe seldome feare prophaning of their names, To hide their perjuries will put it on them. You have attempted my Hermione, And forc'd her father to compell her voice Unto your Marriage. All this I doe confesse; but 'twas for both your goods, As I will now informe you. Hell and furies: because your specious titles, Your spreading Vineyards, and your guilded house Doe shine upon our Cottage, must our faiths, VVhich Heaven did seale, be cancell'd; 'twas my vertue VVonne her faire graces, which still out-shine Your flames of vice.