Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Wind it up, That I may observe each minute of the time That is the crisis of my life or death: First take a taste of my ensuing bounty, It may relieve thee, should we be discovered: If by this plot my present hopes succeed, All future Lovers shall thy story read. I See thou hast a golden plot in hand, Thou must impart. Half this is due to thee By our establisht law of equal fortunes. I would I might share with Francisco too. That riddle quickly will unfold itself: But Sango, I'm glad I met thee, I was forced For some important reasons to reveal This weighty secret to my Patron. San. how? I was compelled to do't. What? to disclose it? And unto him? is this your dumb man's virtue? Canst thou so soon forget thine own vile wrongs? Hath the dull air of Europe chilled thy blood? For thy sole cause I hardly could contain My present joy in the discovery, Though death stood gaping for me while I heard it, And wouldst thou cowardly betray thy fortune? My obligation to my stars and thee, Their Mercury, can never be expressed; Which I have husbanded to my advantage. It is the ground from whence I'll take my rise, To leap, and fall like dreadful thunder on him; It is not vengeance, but soft piety To wish a foe's death, when he's fit to die, To let him live, and feel himself so wretched, That he shall seek and sue for absent death, Is a revenge becomes me, and I'll have it; Thou know'st my Patrons former trust was changed Into a sudden jealousy, which sprang From consciousness of his base injuries; This hath removed that doubt, and set me right In his lost good opinion, which I mean Still to confirm by my strict diligence, Till time and opportunity shall show How far this petty-mischief I'll outgo. Now are thy thoughts full plumed, it pleases me To see thee mount, not flag in thy revenge: I must confess, I love a present mischief, But, if it may conduce to thy brave ends, To make a feigned retreat, and then return With greater violence; I must consent, And when thouart ready for thy great assault, But, this, and I shall join; in the mean time Let nothing be discovered to my Patron; If that be, death's the best I can expect. Rest thou secure, and to express my thanks, It shall not be the least part of my plot, To give thee means to gain the full fruition Of her that Genua so admires and strives for. Can there be hope of such a happiness? ay, and a good assurance of success. I shall embrac't with all the circumstance Of danger, that bold treason undergoes, Or what accompanies forbidden love In the most jealous climes: I should desire In the fruition of such bliss t'expire. Stoutly resolved, come, let us lay our ground, We shall build sure, when our foundation's sound.
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Length
504 words · 635 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.777 (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)
Winde it up, That I may obſerve each minute of the time That is the Cryſis of my life or death: Firſt take a taſte of my enſuing bounty, It may relieve thee, ſhould we be diſcover'd: If by this plot my preſent hopes ſucceed, All future Lovers ſhall thy ſtory reade. I See thou haſt a golden plot in hand, Thou muſt impart. Halfe this is due to thee By our eſtabliſht law of equall fortunes. I would I might ſhare with Franciſco too▪ That riddle quickly will unfold it ſelfe: But Sango, I'me glad I met thee, I was forc't For ſome important reaſons to reveale weighty ſecret to my Patron. San. how? I was compell'd to do't. What? to diſcloſe it? And unto him? is this your dumb mans vertue? Canſt thou ſo ſoone forget thine own vile wrongs? Hath the dull ayre of Europe chil'd thy bloud? For thy ſole cauſe I hardly could containe My preſent joy in the diſcovery, Though death ſtood gaping for me while I heard it, And would'ſt thou cowardly betray thy fortune? My obligation to my ſtarres and thee, Their Mercury, can never be expreſt; Which I have husbanded to my advantage. It is the ground from whence I'le take my riſe, To leap, and fall like dreadfull thunder on him; It is not vengeance, but ſoft pietie To wiſh a foes death, when hee's fit to dye, To let him live, and feele himſelfe ſo wretched, That he ſhall ſeeke and ſue for abſent death, Is a revenge becomes me, and I'le have it; Thou know'ſt my Patrons former truſt was chang'd Into a ſudden jealouſie, which ſprang From conſciouſneſſe of his baſe injuries; This hath remov'd that doubt, and ſet me right In his loſt good opinion, which I meane Still to confirme by my ſtrict diligence, Till time and opportunity ſhall ſhew How far this petty-miſchiefe I'le out-goe. Now are thy thoughts full plum'd, it pleaſes me To ſee thee mount, not flag in thy revenge: I muſt confeſſe, I love a preſent miſchiefe, But, if it may conduce to thy brave ends, To make a feyn'd retrait, and then returne With greater violence; I muſt conſent, And when th'art ready for thy great aſſault, But, this, and I ſhall joyne; in the meane time Let nothing be diſcover'd to my Patron; If that be, death's the beſt I can expect. Reſt thou ſecure, and to expreſſe my thanks, It ſhall not be the leaſt part of my plot, To give thee meanes to gaine the full fruition Of her that Genua ſo admires and ſtrives for. Can there be hope of ſuch a happineſſe? I, and a good aſſurance of ſucceſſe. I ſhall embrac't with all the circumſtance Of danger, that bold treaſon undergoes, Or what accompanies forbidden love In the moſt jealous climes: I ſhould deſire In the fruition of ſuch bliſſe t'expire. Stoutly reſolv'd, come, let us lay our ground, We ſhall build ſure, when our foundation's ſound.