Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Beeston's Boys · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.75 · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
How common? Wenching is like friendship hath all things common. The mist is great: have we not lost our way? We might ere this have got to th' water's side Though we had trod a labyrinth. Over this stile and then Ha! what devil moved thee to attempt it. Pox on these French blades; no point! I have paid a debt to all my vain attempts With mine own ruin. Hell hath left me yet One means t' express my malice. In my death Die to all knowledge of thyself; the world Besides me owns it not- I cannot give Utterance unto my thoughts; the narrow passage Is choked up with a multitude, that strive Which should first issue forth. How fruitless envy Brings on its own destruction! Innocence Is proof 'gainst all the battery of malice: And he that's armed with't needs not fear t' encounter The most severe tribunal. Though I am Guiltless to heaven, yet I shall appear Foul to opinion wanting testimony; And th' act makes me the laws; I am no more The subject of my conscience, which by judgement Must be determined. Can I not prevent it? Flight may procure my safety. 'Twill bring on A greater danger, and cause supposition That I am guilty by the circumstance Of mine own fears. Help, help, a rape. Villain keep back. Horrors on both sides round me. Hath my cross fortune found new instruments To draw more mischiefs on me! By the voice (A woman's weakly uttered, as if fainting Under some violence) 'tis near this hedge. I'll aid her, though my ruin lay in ambush With twenty murderers. Out Villain: Would I could spit a leprosy upon thee. Help help. My dearest! Oh pardon moy Monsieur. Villain thy end's upon thee. I being safe Prithee forbear him. Is no fair play for give me de prick Monsieur. How cam'st thou hither sweet? Soon as my fears Have finished their effects of trembling, And that my breath's recovered, shalt know all. Monsieur stir not; I have employment for you May win your pardon. Vid all mine art; but mine art vill be in mine eel anon; is fallen already into me breeshes. What object's this? Alas your Cosin Raven Wounded or dead? what hand hath done it? This; Justice made this her instrument. He was A villain to me, and betrayed my life To all those dangers which I overcame By th' cause's strength. And lastly his intents To murder me, have brought upon himself This punishment as due. Why dost not fly then? I'll bear thee company in all adversities. Thy person being safe time may effect A pardon by some composition. If thou be ta'en, thou meet'st thy certain end Mingled with shame; and mine hath the same date: I'll not out live thee.
nodes 1321–1390 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 31 in this edition
Length
470 words · 616 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.755 (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)
How common? Wenching is like freindship hath all things common. The mist is great: have we not lost our way? We might e're this have got to th' waters side Though we had trod a labyrinth. Over this stile and then Ha! what devill mov'd thee to attempt it. Pox on these French blades; no point! I have payd a debt to all my vaine attempts With mine owne ruine. Hell hath left me yet One meanes t' expresse my malice. In my death Dye to all knowledge of thy self; the world Besides me ownes it not- I cannot give Utterance unto my thoughts; the narrow passage Is choakt up with a multitude, that strive Which should first issue forth. How fruitlesse envy Brings on its own destruction! Innocence Is proofe 'gainst all the battery of malice: And he that's arm'd with't needs not feare t' encounter The most severe tribunall. Though I am Guiltlesse to heaven, yet I shal appeare Foule to opinion wanting testimony; And th' act makes me the lawes; I am no more The subject of my conscience, which by judgement Must be determin'd. Can I not prevent it? Flight may procure my safety. 'Twill bring on A greater danger, and cause supposition That I am guilty by the circumstance Of mine owne feares. Help, help, a rape. Villaine keep back. Horrors on both sides round me. Hath my crosse fortune found new instruments To draw more mischiefes on me! By the voyce (A womans weakly utter'd, as if fainting Under some violence) 'tis neer this hedge. I'le ayd her, though my ruine lay in ambush With twenty murderers. Out Villaine: Would I could spet a leprosie upon thee. Help help. My deerest! Oh pardone moy Monsieur. Villaine thy end's upon thee. I being safe Prethee forbeare him. Is no fayr play for give me de prick Monsieur. How cam'st thou hither sweet? Soone as my feares Have finisht their effects of trembling, And that my breath's recover'd, shalt know all. Monsieur stir not; I have imployment for you May win your pardon. Vid all mine art; but myne art vill be in mine eele anon; is faln already into me breeshes. What object's this? Alasse your Cosin Raven Wounded or dead? what hand hath done it? This; Justice made this her instrument. He was A villaine to me, and betrayd my life To all those dangers which I overcame By th' causes strength. And lastly his intents To murder me, have brought upon himself This punishment as due. Why dost not fly then? I'le beare thee company in all adversityes. Thy person being safe time may effect A pardon by some composition. If thou be tane, thou meet'st thy certain end Mingled with shame; and mine hath the same date: I'le not out live thee.