Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
'tIs true Molosso, fortune hath prepared A full revenge for thee, without thy hazard, And ere the rising Sun shall yet decline Imperial thy proud Lord shall fall As low as hell; one unexpected blow Shall recompense those many he gave thee; When imitating foreign cruelty, He bound thee fast, and made thy feet an Anvil. Sango, if thou contemplating our friendship, Begotten first by consanguinity, And since confirmed by our joint sufferings here, Hast undertaken some bold stratagem Against my Patron to revenge my wrongs, Thy great affection may but ruin me; Delay not then to make me understand Thy full intent: believe it will be vain, Our sword once drawn, to think to sheath again. Then know, the plot is more securely laid, Than my weak means (although my will be strong) Could ever reach, without my certain death; And by strange chance I did discover it, Without the actor's knowledge; thou hast heard Of the old deadly feud between our Lords, Which wound although it were in show healed up, Is broken out afresh; 't was not well searched; For the last night, at setting of the Sun, A household business called me to the Garden, Where in the thicket, near the Arbour, lying myself, I quickly fell asleep. Into which Arbour in the mean time came My Patron, with a Brave accompanied, A Fellow expert in that Mystery: At their first entrance to the place I waked, But durst not stir, for had I, death had seized me; There was I privy to their whole discourse, Which was in brief but this, that for the sum Of fifteen hundred crowns, thy patron's life Is sold, and must ere noon be snatched away. Sure thou didst dream, thou wert not throughly awake, For though our Lords were lately reconciled, Mine keeps a careful watch, and never stirs Out of the City, where he knows he's safe. He'll be deceived, the rareness of the plot Did please beyond the dear and longed for Act; here's the design, this being a solemn day annually observed by the State, In memory of a public benefit Received by the private care of one Of thy Lords Ancestors, will draw all sorts Of People to the Temple, where the 〈◊〉 Clothed like a filly Peasant, is resolved To watch Imperial, and keep near him, And when the usual Ceremonies are done, In the confused Crowd his cunning hand Shall guide a poisoned dagger to his heart, And in an instant, letting fall his cloak, Which shall be large to hide his rustic habit, He, with the rest, will stand about the body And wring his hands at th'horror of the fact, And thus the Brave shall thy part bravely act, What? silent? not affected with a joy Should ravish thee? and swell thy veins with pleasure, Like to the Ostrich in the act of lust?
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483 words · 617 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.769 (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)
TIs true Moloſſo, fortune hath prepar'd A full revenge for thee, without thy hazar'd, And ere the riſing Sun ſhall yet decline Imperiale thy proud Lord ſhall fall As low as hell; one unexpected blow Shall recompence thoſe many he gave thee; When imitating forraigne cruelty, He bound thee faſt, and made thy feet an Anvill. Sango, if thou contemplating our friendſhip, Begotten firſt by conſanguinity, And ſince confirm'd by our joynt ſufferings here, Haſt undertaken ſome bold ſtratagem Againſt my Patron to revenge my wrongs, Thy great affection may but ruine me; Delay not then to make me underſtand Thy full intent: beleeve it will be vaine, Our ſword once drawn, to think to ſheath again. Then know, the plot is more ſecurely laid, Than my weake meanes (although my will be ſtrong) Could ever reach, without my certain death; And by ſtrange chance I did diſcover it, Without the Actors knowledge; thou haſt heard Of the old deadly fewd between our Lords, Which wound although it were in ſhew heal'd up, Is broken out afreſh; 't was not well ſearch't; For the laſt night, at ſetting of the Sunne, A houſhold buſineſſe cal'd me to the Garden, ere in the thicket, neere the Arbor, lying my ſelfe, I quickly fell aſleepe. Into which Arbor in the meane time came My Patron, with a Brave accompanied, A Fellow expert in that Myſterie: At their firſt entrance to the place I wak'd, But durſt not ſtir, for had I, death had ſeaz'd me; There was I privie to their whole diſcourſe, Which was in briefe but this, that for the ſumme Of fifteene hundred crownes, thy Patrons life Is ſold, and muſt ere noone be ſnatch't away. Sure thou did'ſt dreame, thou wert not throughly awake, For though our Lords were lately reconcil'd, Myne keepes a carefull watch, and never ſtirs Out of the Citie, where he knowes he's ſafe. He'le be deceiv'd, the rarenes of the plot Did pleaſe beyond the deare and long'd for Act; Heer's the deſigne, this being a ſolemne day Annuallie obſerved by the State, In memory of a publique benefit Received by the private care of one Of thy Lords Anceſtors, will draw all ſorts Of People to the Temple, where the Cloth'd like a filly Peſant, is reſolv'd To watch Imperiale, and keepe neere him, And when the uſuall Ceremonies are done, In the confuſed Crowd his cunning hand Shall guide a poiſon'd dagger to his heart, And in an inſtant, letting fall his cloake, Which ſhall belarge to hide his ruſtick habit, He, with the reſt, will ſtand about the body And wring his hands at th'horror of the fact, And thus the Brave ſhall thy part bravely act, What? ſilent? not affected with a joy Should raviſh thee? and ſwell thy veines with pleaſure, Like to the Eſtrich in the act of luſt?