Shirley, James · published 1639 · first performed or written 1626 [licensed for stage, Feb 9] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.82 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Antonio or I must change our air, This is beyond my patience, sleep in this And never wake to honour, oh my fates, He takes the freehold of my soul away, Berinthia, and it, are but one creature, I have been a tame fool all this while, Swallowed my poison in a fruitless hope, But my revenge, as heavy as Ioves wrath, Wrapped in a thunderbolt is falling on him, Now you appear all nobleness, but collect Draw up your passions to a narrow point Of vengeance, like a burning glass that fires Surest i'th' smallest beam, he that would kill, Spends not his idle fury to make wounds, Far from the heart of him he fights withal, Look where you most can danger, let his head Bleed out his brains, or eyes, aim at that part Is dearest to him, this once put to hazard, The rest will bleed to death. Apply this Madam. The time invites to action, i'll be brief, Strike him through Berinthia. Ha. Mistake me not, I am her sister, She is his heart, make her your own, you have A double victory, thus you may kill him With most revenge, and give your own desires, A most confirmed possession, fighting with him, Can be no conquest to you, if you mean To strike him dead, pursue Berinthia, And kill him with the wounds he made at you, It will appear but justice, all this is Within your fathom sir. 'tis some divinity hangs on your tongue. If you consent Berinthia shall not see, More suns till you enjoy her. How dear Madam. Thus, you shall steal her away. Oh when' Provide Such trusty friends, but let it not be known Upon your honour, I assist you in't. And after midnight when soft sleepe hath charmed All senses enter the Garden gate. Which shall to open for you, to know her chamber A candle shall direct you in the Window, Ansilva shall attend too, and provide To give you entrance, thence take Berinthia, And soon convey her to what place you think Secure and most convenient, in small time You may procure your own conditions; But sir you must engage yourself to use her With honourable respects, she is my sister, Did not I think you noble, for the world I would not run that hazard. Let heaven forsake me then, was ever mortal S bound to womans care, my mothers was Half paid her at my birth, but you have made me An everlasting debtor. Select your friend, bethink you of a place You may transpose her. I am all wings. So, when gentle physic will not serve, we must Apply more active, but there is Yet a receipt behind; Valasco's shallow, And will be planet struck, to see Berinthia Die in his arms: 'tis so, yet he himself Shall carry the suspicion, if art, Or hell can furnish me with such a poison, sleepe thy last sister, whilst thou livest I have, No quiet in myself, my rest thy grave.
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Length
507 words · 651 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.824 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Antonio or I must change our ayre, This is beyond my patience▪ sleepe in this And never wake to honour, oh my fates, He takes the freehold of my soule away, Berinthia, and it, are but one creature, I have beene a tame foole all this while, Swallowed my poyson in a fruitelesse hope, But my revenge, as heavy as Ioves wrath, Wrapt in a thunderbolt is falling on him, Now you appeare all noblenesse, but collect Draw up your passions to a narrow point Of vengeance, like a burning glasse that fires Surest ith smallest beame, he that would kill, Spends not his idle fury to make wounds, Farre from the heart of him he fights withall, Looke where you most can danger, let his head Bleed out his braines, or eyes, aime at that part Is deerest to him, this once put to hazzard, The rest will bleed to death. Apply this Madam. The time invites to action, ile be briefe, Strike him through Berinthia. Ha. Mistake me not, I am her sister, Shee is his heart, make her your owne, you have A double victory, thus you may kill him With most revenge, and give your owne desires, A most confirm'd possession, fighting with him, Can be no conquest to you, if you meane To strike him dead, pursue Berinthia, And kill him with the wounds he made at you, It will appeare but justice, all this is Within your fathom sir. Tis some divinity hangs on your tongue. If you consent Berinthia shall not see, More sunnes till you enjoy her. How deere Madam. you shall steale her away▪ Oh hen' Provide friends, but let it not be knowne Vpon your honour, I assist you in't. And after when soft s eepe hath charm'd All sences the Garden gate. Which shall to open for you, to know her chambe A candle shall direct you in the Window, shall attend too, and provide To give you entrance, thence take Berinthia, And soone convey her to what place you thinke and most convenient, in small time You may pr cure your owne conditions▪ But sir you must engage your selfe to use her With honourable respects, she is my sister, Did not I thinke you noble, for the world I would not runne that hazzard. Let heaven forsake me then, was ever mortall S bound to womans care, my mothers was Halfe paid her at my birth, but you have made me An everlasting debtor. Select your friend, bethinke you of a place You may transpose her. I am all wings. So, when gentle physicke w ll not serve, we mus pply more active, but there is Yet a eceipt behind; Va as oes shallow, And will be planet strucke, to se Berinthia Dye in his armes: tis so, yet he himselfe Shall carry the suspition, if art, Or hell can furnish me with such a poyson, leepe thy last sister, whilst thou livest I have, No in my s lfe, my rest thy grave.