Shirley, James · published 1638 · first performed or written 1637 [licensed for stage, Apr 23, 1638] (Annals) not in BritDrama · St. Werburgh Street, Dublin T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.80 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Abused; time will discover to the ruin Of his own name, and glory of our loves, Montalto's practice to divide our sonleses. You cannot be so merciful; or else This sweetness is put on to enlarge my guilt, When we are both compared; dare you believe I can repent and be revenged. Upon whom? Vpon my selfe, for suffering my ye To wander from this sweetness. You outdo The satisfaction; if your grace can find Me grow again within your heart, where first My love desired to plant. Oh let me drown My blushes in this over slow of charity; But there's an act that justice calls me to, Before I can be worthy of this peace. Montalto has played the villain; now I find it, And from his treacherous heart my sword must force A bloody satisfaction for thy honour, Poisoned by him. Stay that revenge; shame has Already sunk him. Sir the King desires Some conference with your grace, and with you Madam. I shall attend you Sir; we shall present Together, thus no object to displease him. Though I shall blush to see him, I'll wait on you. Good heaven, upon what humane bosom shall We that are made your substitutes on earth Place secure confidence? and yet there may Be malice in complaints; the flourishing Oak For his extent of Branches, stature, growth, The darling and the Idol of the wood, Whose awful nod the under trees adore, shook by a tempest, and thrown down must need Submit his curled head and full grown limbs, o every common Axe, be patient, while the tortures put to every joint the Saws and engines, making with their very noise the forest's groan and tremble; but not one When it was in his strength and state reviled it, Whom poverty of soul, and envy sends To gather sticks from the trees wished for rheum, The great man's Emblem; I did love Montalto, And wed not have him lost if justice would Consent, and be a little of his side; But here are the two plummets weigh him down; His impious practice on the Duke, and base Aspersions on our sister that defame Our whole blood, is a loud, loud accusation. His conscience dares not Sir deny't. And you Speak here the tragic story of Riviero, Whose honest soul for not complying with His power and ends, chose in a discontent To make himself an exile, ye pursued, And by the practice of Montalto poisoned At Rome. This letter sent to Alvarez, Whose treacherous Physic purged his soul away, Is too much testimony. 'tis his Character. Octavio you come for justice too. It were a vain breath to desire it Sir; Your thoughts are still so conscious of virtue, They will prevent petition. Come nearer. The King is troubled. Where he loved, to find So much ingratitude. Andrugio. Things are not yet mature for my discovery.
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Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.804 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Abus'd; time will discover to the ruine Of his owne name, and glory of our loves, Montaltoes practise to divide our sonles. You cannot be so mercifull; or else This sweetnefle is put on to enlarge my guilt, When we are both compar'd; dare you beleeve I can repent and be'reveng'd. Vpon whom? Vpon my selfe, for suffering my ye To wander from this sweetnesse. You outdoe The satisfaction; if your grace can finde Me grow agen within your heart, where first My love desired to plant. Oh let me drowne My blushes in this over slow of charity; But there's an act that justice calls me to, Before I can be worthy of this peace. Montalto has plaid the villaine; now I finde it, And from his treacherous heart my sword must force A bloody satisfaction for thy honour, Poyson'd by him. Stay that revenge; shame has Already sunke him. Sir the King desires Some conference with your grace, and with you Madam. I shall attend you Sir; we shall present Together, thus no object to displese him. Though I shall blush to see him, Ile waite on you. Good heaven, upon what humane bosome shall We that are made your substitutes on earth Place secure confidence? and yet there may Be malice in complaints; the flourishing Oake For his extent of Branches, state, growth, The darling and the Idoll of the wood, Whose awefull nod the under trees adore, hooke by a tempest, and throwne downe must need ubmit his curled head and full growne limbes, o every common Axe, be patient, while he tortures put to every joynt the Sawes nd engines, making with their very noyse he Forrests groane and tremble; but not one When it was in his strength and state revil'd it, Whom poverty of soule, and envy sends To gather stickes from the trees wish'd for rume, The great mans Embleme; I did love Montalto, And wed not have him lost if justice would Consent, and be a little of his side; But here are the two plummets weigh him downe; His impious practice on the Duke, and base Aspertions on our sister that defame Our whole blood, is a loud, loud accusation. His conscience dares not Sir deny't. And you Speake here the tragicke story of Riviro, Whose honest soule for not complying with His power and ends, chose in a discontent To make himselfe an exile, yee pursude, And by the practise of Montalto poyson'd At Rome. This letter sent to Alvarez, Whose Physicke purg'd his soule away, Is too much testimony. Tis his Character. Octavio you come for justice too. It were a vaine breath to desire it Sir; Your thoughts are still so conscious of vertue, They will prevent petition. Come nearer. The King is troubled. Where he loved, to finde So much ingratitude. Andrugi. Things are not yet mature for my discovery.