Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Yes, and Zorrannes' too, Illo! hoe!— Unarm them. D''ee stare? This for my Father's injuries and mine: half Love, half Duties Sacrifice, this— for the noble Prince, an offering to friendship: Basely! and tamely— What hast thou done? Nothing— killed a Traitor, So— away with them, and leaves us, Pasithas be only you in call. What dost thou pause? hast thou remorse already murderer? No fool: 'tis but a difference I put betwixt the crimes: Orbella is our quarrel; and I do hold it fit, that love should have a nobler way of Justice, than Revenge or Treason; follow me out of the wood, and thou shalt be Master of this again: and then, best arm and title take it. There— Extremely good! Nature took pains I swear, the villain and the brave are mingled handsomely. 'Twas Fate that took it, when it decreed we two should meet, nor shall they mingle now we are brought together straight to part.— Some Devil sure has borrowed this shape. my sword ne'er stayed thus long to find an entrance. To guilty men, all that appears is Devil, come Trifler, come.— Whither, whither, thou fleeting Coward life? Bubble of Time, Nature's shame, stay; a little, stay! till I have looked myself into revenge, and stared this Traitor to a carcase first. It will not be:— the Crown, the Crown, too now is lost, for ever lost— oh!— Ambition's, but an Ignis fatuus, I see misleading fond mortality, That hurries us about, and sets us down Just— where— we— What a great spreading mighty thing this was, and what a nothing now? how soon poor man vanishes into his noontide shadow? but hopes o'er fed have seldom better done:— Take up this lump of vanity, and honour, and carry it the back way to my lodging, there may be use of Statesmen, when theyare dead: So.— for the Citadel now, for in such times as these, when the unruly multitude is up in swarms, and no man knows which way they'll take, 'tis good to have retreat. The Dog-star's got up high, it should be late: and sure by this time every waking ear, and watchful eye is charmed; and yet me thought a noise of weapons struck my ear just now. 'Twas but my Fancy sure, and were it more, I would not tread one step, that did not lead to my Aglaura, stood all his Guard betwixt, with lightning in their hands; Danger! thou Dwarf dressed up in Giants clothes, that show'st far off, still greater than thou art: go, terrify the simple, and the guilty, such as with false Optics, still do look upon thee. But fright not Lovers, we dare look on thee in thy worst shape, and meet thee in them too. Stay— These trees I made my mark, 'tis hereabouts, Love guide me but right this night, and Lovers shall restore thee back again those eyes the Poets took so boldly from thee.
nodes 1568–1637 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 30 in this edition
Length
495 words · 689 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.762 (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)
Yes, and Zorrannes too, Illo! hoe!— Unarme them. D'ee stare? This for my Fathers injuries and mine: halfe Love, halfe Duties Sacrifice, this—for the noble Prince, an offering to friendship: Basely! and tamely— What hast thou done? Nothing—kill'd a Traytour, So—away with them, and leaves us, Pasithas be onely you in call. What do'st thou pawse? hast thou remorse already murtherer? No foole: 'tis but a difference I put betwixt the crimes: Orbella is our quarrell; and I doe hold it fit, that love should have a nobler way of Justice, than Revenge or Treason; follow mee out of the wood, and thou shalt be Master of this againe: and then, best arme and title take it. There— Extremely good! Nature tooke paines I sweare, the villaine and the brave are mingled handsomly. 'Twas Fate that tooke it, when it decreed wee two should meet, nor shall they mingle now wee are brought together strait to part.— Some Devill sure has borrowed this shape. my sword ne're stay'd thus long to finde an entrance. To guiltie men, all that appeares is Devill, come Trifler, come.— Whither, whither, thou fleeting Coward life? Bubble of Time, Natures shame, stay; a little, stay! till I have look'd my selfe into revenge, and star'd this Traytour to a carcasse first. —It will not be:— the Crowne, the Crowne, too now is lost, for ever lost—oh!— Ambition's, but an Ignis fatuus, I see misleading fond mortalitie, That hurries us about, and sets us downe Just—where—wee—first—begun— What a great spreading mightie thing this was, and what a nothing now? how soone poore man vanishes into his noone-tide shadow? but hopes o're fed have seldome better done:— Take up this lump of vanitie, and honour, and carrie it the back way to my lodging, there may be use of States-men, when th'are dead: So.—for the Cittadell now, for in such times as these, when the unruly multitude is up in swarmes, and no man knowes which way they'll take, 'tis good to have retreat. The Dog-star's got up high, it should be late: and sure by this time everie waking eare, and watchfull eye is charm'd; and yet mee thought a noyse of weapons strucke my eare just now. 'Twas but my Fancie sure, and were it more, I would not tread one step, that did not lead to my Aglaura, stood all his Guard betwixt, with lightning in their hands; Danger! thou Dwarfe drest up in Giants clothes, that shew'st farre off, still greater than thou art: goe, terrifie the simple, and the guiltie, such as with false Opticks, still doe looke upon thee. But fright not Lovers, wee dare looke on thee in thy worst shape, and meet thee in them too. Stay—These trees I made my marke, 'tis hereabouts, —Love guide mee but right this night, and Lovers shall restore thee back againe those eyes the Poets tooke so boldly from thee.