Massinger, Philip · published 1639 · first performed or written 1624 [1624-1625] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.79 · 532 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Take not thy flight so soon immaculate spirit. 'tis fled already, how the innocent As in a gentle slumber pass away, But to cut off the knotty thread of life In guilty men, must force stern Atropos To use her sharp knife often. I would help The edge of hers with the sharp point of mine But that I dare not die, till I have rent This dog's heart piecemeal. O that I had wings To scale these walls, or that my hands were Canons To bore their flinty sides, that I might bring The villain in the reach of my good sword, The Turkish Empire offered for his ransom Should not redeem his life. O that my voice Were loud as thunder and with horrid sounds Might force a dreadful passage to his ears, And through them reach his soul, libidinous monster Foul ravisher, as thou durst do a deed Which forced the Sun to hide his glorious face Behind a sable Masque of clouds appear, And as a man defend it, or like me Show some compunction for it. Ha, ha, ha. Is this an object to raise mirth? Yes, yes. My daughter's dead. Thou hadst best follow her, Or if thou art the thing thou art reported, Thou shouldst have led the way. Do tear thy hair like a village nurse, and mourn while I laugh at thee. Be but a just examiner of thyself And in an equal balance poise the nothing Or little mischief I have done compared With the ponderous weight of thine, and how canst thou Accuse or argue with me? mine was a rape And she being in a kind contracted to me, The fact may challenge some qualification: But thy intent made nature's self run backward, And done, had caused an earthquake. Captain. Ha, Our outworks are surprised, the sentinel slain, The corpse du garde defeated too. By whom? The sudden storm and darkness of the night Forbids the knowledge, make up speedily, Or all is lost. In the dive is name, whence comes this! Do, do, rage on, rend open AEolus Thy brazen prison, and let loose at once Thy stormy issue blustering Boreas, Aided with all the gales, the Pilot numbers Upon his compass, cannot raise a tempest Through the vast region of the air, like that I feel within me: for I am possessed With whirlwinds, and each guilty thought to me is A dreadful Hurricano; though this centre Labour to bring forth earthquake, and bell open Her wide stretched jaws, and let out all her furies, They cannot add an atom to the mountain Of fears and terrors that each minute threaten To fall on my accursed head. Ha, is't fancy? Or hath hell heard me, and makes proof if I Dare stand the trial? yes, I do, and now I view these apparitions I feel, I once did know the substances For what come you? Are your aerial form deprived of language, And so denied to tell me? that by signs You bid me ask here of myself? 'tis so And there is something here makes answer for you. You come to lance my seared up conscience? Yes,
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Length
532 words · 670 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.794 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Take not thy flight so soone immaculate spirit. Tis fled already, how the innocent As in a gentle slumber passe away, But to cut off the knotty thred of life In guilty men, must force sterne Atropos To use her sharpe knife often. I would helpe The edge of hers with the sharpe point of mine But that I dare not die, till I have rent This dogs heart peecemeale. O that I had wings To scale these walls, or that my hands were Canons To bore their flinty sides, that I might bring The villaine in the reach of my good sword, The Turkish Empire offer'd for his ransome Should not redeeme his life. O that my voice Were loud as thunder and with horrid sounds Might force a dreadfull passage to his eares, And through them reach his soule, libidinous monster Foule ravisher, as thou dust doe a deed Which forc'd the Sun to hide his glorious face Behinde a sable Masque of clouds appeare, And as a man defend it, or like me Shew some compunction for it. Ha, ha, ha. Is this an object to raise mirth? Yes, yes. My daughter's dead. Thou hadst best follow her, Or if thou art the thing thou art reported, Thou shoulst have led the way. Doe teare thy haire ike a village nurse, and mourn while I laugh at thee. Be but a just examiner of thy selfe And in an equall ballance poise the nothing Or little mischiefe I have done compard With the ponderous weight of thine, and how canst thou Accuse or argue with me? was a rape And she being in a kinde contracted to me, The fact may challenge some qualification: But thy int made natures selfe run backward, And done, had cu'd an earth-quake. Captaine. Ha, Our outworkes are surpriz'd, the centinell slaine, The corps du garde defeared too. By whom? The sudden storme and darknesse of the night Forbid the knowledge, make up speedily, Or all is lost. In the dive is name, whence comes this! Doe, doe, rage on, rend open AEolus Thy brazen prison, and let loose at once Thy stormy issue blustring Boreas, Aided with all the gales, the Pilot numbers Upon his compasse, cannot raise a tempest Through the vast region of the yre, like that I feele within me: for I am possess'd With whirle-winds, and each guilty thought to me is A dreadfull Hurricano; though this centre Labour to bring forth earthquake, and bell open Her wide stretch'd awes, and let out all her furies, They cannot adde an atome to the mountaine Of feares and terrors that each minute threaten To fall on my accursed head. Ha, is't fancie? Or hath hell heard me, and makes proofe if I Dare stand the tryall? yes, I doe, and now I view these apparitions I feele, I once did know the For what come you? Are youreriall oes depriv'd of language, And so deni'd to tell me? that by ignes You bid me aske here of my selfe? tis so And there is somthing here makes answer for you. You come to launce my sear'd up conscience? Yes,