Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
About some three hours since Being in the Domo, I espied this man At his first entrance, and although I never To my remembrance saw his face before, Yet instantly I found a strange mislike Of his aspect, which did increase the more, Because I saw him often fix his eyes On him he slew, whom I conceived to be Signior Imperial, I revealed my thoughts To this young man who then stood next me, who Concurring with me, did resolve as I To watch him narrowly; we both agreed To keep on either side of him, at length In midst of all the crowd, raising his arm To fetch his blow, he hit me with his elbow, At which I suddenly laid hold on him, Supposing he had snatched at some man's purse, But then I saw drop from his hand the sheath Of that dire weapon, he had newly buried In the warm bowels of that Gentleman. Most part of this I aver, I stood so near him That I perceived the motion of his arm, And looking down, spied blood upon his hand. The Canker take your Physiognomy That made you try conclusions upon me. There cannot be more clear and pregnant proof, What have you to allege in your defence? He hath confessed the fact. Hath he confessed Who set him on? whether he meant to kill Signior Imperial, or young Spinola? The one had done me wrong, but destiny Made th'other take a Carnival disguise Somewhat too soon. Such recreations Though in themselves they be in different, Yet in a sacred Temple theyare profane, And draw down vengeance. Had there been but hope To have enervated their testimony: The rack, nor the strappado, no nor yet The subtler torment both of fire and water Should have enforced me to the least confession: But 'tis my fate, and therefore let me hear My passing bell, my doom quickly pronounced; For 't were ridiculous to expect favour, Since your integrity (as you confessed) May not show any, where the law condemns. Dar'st thou deride the judge? Let him alone, He hath no sense of his own misery, His boldness moves not me, I shall proceed With the unchanged countenance of Law, And with a voice not furious, but severe; When I condemn a guilty man, 'tis done, As if I struck a Serpent, not with passion. His wicked acts have hardened him, he came No novice to this cruel enterprise. In Venice he climbing a Ladder, shot Through the glass window a Clarissimo Sitting at supper, flew a Count of Naples In his own garden, having first observed A place where he might scale the wall t' escape; And that his wants may not obtrude the guilt Upon his fortune, he but lately ravished A young and Noble Virgin in Sienna, The only daughter of Petruccio. Can that be thought to be a great offence? The harmless man thinks it no great offence, With hot and beastly lust to vitiate A damsel, at the most but ten years old.
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Length
512 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.664 (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)
Aboute ſom three howres ſince Being in the Domo, I eſpi'd this man At his firſt entrance, and although I never To my remembrance ſaw his face before, Yet inſtantly I found a ſtrange miſlike Of his aſpect, which did increaſe the more, Becauſe I ſaw him often fix his eyes On him he ſlew, whom I conceiv'd to be Signior Imperiale, I reveal'd my thoughts To this yong man who then ſtood next me, who Concurring with me, did reſolve as I To watch him narrowly; we both agreed To keepe on either ſide of him, at length In midſt of all the crowd, raiſing his arme To fetch his blow, he hit me with his elbow, At which I ſuddenly laid hold on him, Suppoſing he had ſnatcht at ſome mans purſe, But then I ſaw drop from his hand the ſheath Of that dire weapon, he had newly buried In the warme bowels of that Gentleman. Moſt part of this I averre, I ſtood ſo neere him That I perceiv'd the motion of his arme, And looking down, ſpi'd bloud upon his hand. The Canker take your Phiſiognomy That made you try concluſions upon me. There cannot be more cleere and pregnant proofe, What have you to alledge in your defence? He hath confeſt the fact. Hath he confeſt Who ſet him on? whether he meant to kill Signior Imperiale, or yong Spinola? The one had done me wrong, but deſtiny Made th'other take a Carnivall diſguiſe Somewhat too ſoone. Such recreations Though in themſelves they be in different, Yet in a ſacred Temple th'are prophane, And draw downe vengeance. Had there bin but hope To have enervated their teſtimony: The racke, nor the Strapado, no nor yet The ſubtler torment both of fire and water Should have inforc't me to the leaſt confeſſion: But 'tis my fate, and therefore let me heare My paſſing bell, my doome quickly pronounc'd; For 't were ridiculous to expect favour, Since your integrity (as you confeſt) May not ſhew any, where the law condemnes. Dar'ſt thou deride the Iudge? Let him alone, He hath no ſence of his owne miſery, His boldneſſe moves not me, I ſhall proceed With the unchanged countenance of Law, And with a voyce not furious, but ſevere; When I condemne a guilty man, 'tis done, As if I ſtrooke a Serpent, not with paſſion. His wicked acts have hardned him, he came No novice to this cruell enterpriſe. In Venice he climing a Ladder, ſhot Through the glaſſe window a Clariſſimo Sitting at ſupper, flew a Count of Naples In his owne garden, having firſt obſerv'd A place where he might ſcale the wall t' eſcape; And that his wants may not obtrude the guilt Vpon his fortune, he but lately raviſh't A yong and Noble Virgin in Siena, The onely daughter of Petruccio. Can that be thought to be a great offence? The harmeleſſe man thinks it no great offence, With hot and beaſtly luſt to vitiate A Damzell, at the moſt but ten yeers old.