Shirley, James · published 1640 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, Nov 14] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.82 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
theyare of another colour, oh forgive me Good heaven, I have wronged thee Bellament Oh wives hereafter, mean your hearts to them You give your holy vows, what mist weighs down My eyes already, oh 'tis death I see In a long robe of darkness is preparing To seal them up for ever, 'twere no death, If we could lose our sins as we do breathe she's gone to a long silence, place her body There and then gently raise Hippolito To the other chair Hast, haste my dear Eubella. How came this tragedy? Give me your last blessing I'm going a long Pilgrimage, you gave Too great a licence to my youth how's this? My wanton blood now pays for't, Clariana And I have changed a wound, where is Eubella? She is too near this grief, this punishment Should ha' been mine long since, I was his father In sin as well as years, she is dead already Thy glass had many sands till it was broken Then those few minutes that are left of mine, I'll number with my prayers. Hippolito. My wound hath had a happy patience. Farewell. Eubella He is departed Bellament who hath done all this? I'll do my best to tell you Here's all that's left of them whom how I loved, Heaven and my poor heart knows, And is he slain? But once more let me kiss him. I did not kill 'em sir, they were too willing To leave the world together, but their wrongs All all the payment for my honest love awaked me to revenge, and had they been The very strings that tie my life together It should ha' fall'n to pieces, but their hands Prevented mine. The cause? you rather lead me To think you were their murderer, we must Be better satisfied or your blood must answer For this effusion. The cause my Lord— 'tis grown since it came hither Pray give me leave, because you sha'not suffer Ith' expectation, you shall have it all Together, this Hippolito and that Clariana Hark there 'tis. His grief has overcharged him None to decipher these sad characters? With your pardon I can Be comforted Eubella, all thy tears Will not recall his life Pray give me leave Since he is dead to embalm him, had I died Before him, he'd ha' wept as much for me. We have heard too much but moderate Eubella, Thy sorrows, he survives that will supply A bridegroom, and thy virtue bids me tender myself a recompense for thy sufferings I know you would not lead me to forget Hippolito so soon, I dare not think Of being a Bride again. Does your grace mean this honour? By my dukedom. After this shower is over, she will shine Doubt not my Lord, and bless her happy stars Lead from this charnel house they shall be interred With all solemnity becomes there birth And when their funeral rites and tears are done New joys shall rise with the next morning's Sun.
nodes 1897–1970 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 33 in this edition
Length
506 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.817 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Th'are of another colour, oh forgive me Good heaven, I have wrongd thee Bellamente Oh wives hereafter, meane your hearts to them You give your holy vowes, what mist weighs downe My eyes already, oh tis death I see In a long robe of darkenesse is preparing To seale them up for ever, twere no death, If we could loose our sinnes as we do breath Shees gone to a long silence, place her body There and then gently raise Hippolito To the other chaire Hast, hast my deare Eubella. How came this tragedy? Give me your last blessing Ime going a long Pilgrimage, you gave Too great a licence to my youth Howes this? My wanton bloud now payes fort, Clariana And I have changd a wound, where is Eubella? She is too neere this griefe, this punishment Should ha beene mine long since, I was his father In sinne as well as yeeres, she is dead already Thy glasse had many sands till it was broken Then those few minutes that are left of mine, Ile number with my prayers. Hippolito. My wound hath had a happy patience. Farewell. Eubella He is departed Bellamente who hath done all this? Ile do my best to tell you Here's all thats left of them whom how I lov'd, Heaven and my poore heart knowes, And is he slaine? But once more let me kisse him. I did not kill em sir, they were too willing To leave the world together, but their wrongs All all the paiment for my honest love awakd me to revenge, and had they beene The very strings that tye my life together It should ha falne to peeces, but their hands Prevented mine. The cause? you rather leade me To thinke you were their murderer, we must Be better satisfied or your blood must answer For this effusion. The cause my Lord—tis growne since it came hither Pray give me leave, because you shanot suffer Ith expectation, you shall have it all Together, this Hippolito and that Clariana Harke there tis. His griefe has overchargd him None to decipher these sad characters? With your pardon I can Be comforted Eubella, all thy teares Will not recall his life Pray give me leave Since he is dead to embalme him, had I di'ed Before him, hee'd ha wept as much for me. We have heard too much but moderate Eubella, Thy sorrows, he surviues that will supply A bridegroome, and thy vertue bids me tender My selfe a recompence for thy sufferings I know you wod not lead me to forget Hippolito so soone, I dare not thinke Of being a Bride agen. Does your grace meane this honor? By my Duke dome. After this shower is over, she will shine Doubt not my Lord, and blesse her happy starres Lead from this charvell house they shall be interrd With all solemnity becomes there birth And when their funerall rites and teares are done New joyes shall rise with the next mornings Sunne.