D., J. · published 1640 · first performed or written c.1625 [revised c.1632] (Annals) comedy · Unknown · Fortune T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.81 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
None I have deserved, or am about to crave, I know the worst, my life thou canst but have, 'Tis thine; I make a tender of it ere the sentence come, & give thy labour ease, alas, poor Iulio: thou wilt unfriended, run thy future race without society, I pity thee my friend more than myself, danger to me is such, I do expect and dread not. Fare thee well, my breach of promise, is not with my will, but merely on constraint. Lead him hence. Here they are. Who have we here bound to the good behaviour? Franciscus! My dear friend. My brother. Officers, why do you linger thus, away with him? How fare you, sir? Sick, sick to death Vallentius: shall we hence? I now behold my fear, when I did hear Arbaces speak of him. Something of badness shoot me instantly, but he does pierce me through. Good Gentleman. Has he resided here since he first fled? I thought him now in Milan, where he did traffic much. I wonder how he came to be discovered? Beshrew my blood, I pity his estate. Will you accord with me, show that respect you once did tender him, and withal willingness strive to invent a means may do him ease. What, my sword, my word, or wealth can do is his, command it for him? Let us petition to his rough adversary, and like true Suppliants in our own behalfs, draw mercy from Arbaces. Agreed. About it then, and our intentions thrive. Manet Julio. The gold is mine, his certain bondage does assure me it, why should I be an Ass, and nicely stand on that no Tradesman does: no thrifty one, what conscience, any thing but such a word: our wise divines that preach an't, know it not, nor make good use of that, or ought they say, but of good money: this I daily see, and sometime make my daily meditation, all's Ceremony composed for purpose: But be it what it will, this is my grace, If not for one, I'm for the other place. Bring the offender forth. Have mercy, good my Lord. Believe't thou mayst sooner move a rock, which neither blustering wind, nor boisterous Sea could shake or swallow, then beget remorse or smallest favour in so foul a case: I were unjust, and much unmeet to be the man I am, should we show mercy where the crime deserves, beyond the laws extent. He that shall pardon murder, take't from me, is accessary to the guilty deed, and stands in self predicament: Heaven defend we should be such, were he my Nephew, nay, my firstborn son, or one more near: let me not be blessed in my proceedings, if our Authority should blind his sin, or alter justice course, set him forth: what favour equity can yield be his, no more expect Crisippus.
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Length
480 words · 633 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.812 (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)
None I have deſerv'd, or am about to crave, I know the worſt, my life thou canſt but have, 'Tis thine; I make a tender of it ere the ſentence come, & give thy labour eaſe, alas, poor Iulio: thou wilt unfriended, run thy future race without ſocietie, I pitty thee my friend more then my ſelfe, danger to me is ſuch, I do expect and dread not. Fare thee well, my breach of promiſe, is not with my will, but meerly on conſtraint. Lead him hence. Here they are. Who have we here bound to the good behaviour? Franciſcus! My deare friend. My brother. Officers, why doe you linger thus, away with him? How fare you, ſir? Sicke, ſicke to death Vallentius: ſhall wee hence? I now behold my feare, when I did heare Arbaces ſpeak of him. Something of badneſſe ſhoot me inſtantly, but hee does pierce me through. Good Gentleman. Has he recided here ſince he firſt fled? I thought him now in Millain, where hee did trafficke much. I wonder how he came to be diſcovered? Beſhrew my bloud, I pitty his eſtate. Will you accord with mee, ſhew that reſpect you once did tender him, and withall willingnes ſtrive to invent a means may do him eaſe. What, my ſword, my word, or wealth can doe is his, command it for him? Let us petition to his rough adverſary, and like true Suppliants in our own behalfs, draw mercy from Arbaces. Agreed. About it then, and our intentions thrive. Manet Julio. The gold is mine, his certain bondage does aſſure mee it, why ſhould I be an Aſſe, and nicely ſtand on that no Tradeſman does: no thrifty one, what conſcience, any thing but ſuch a word: our wiſe divines that preach an't, know it not, nor make good uſe of that, or ought they ſay, but of good mony: this I daily ſee, and ſometime make my daily meditation, all's Ceremonie compos'd for purpoſe: But be it what it will, this is my grace, If not for one, I'me for the othe place. Bring the offender forth. Have mercie, good my Lord. Believe't thou mayſt ſooner move a rock, which neither bluſtring winde, nor boiſterous Sea could ſhake or ſwallow, then beget remorſe or ſmalleſt favour in ſo foule a caſe: I were unjuſt, and much unmeet to be the man I am, ſhould wee ſhew mercie where the crime deſerves, beyond the laws extent. He that ſhall pardon murder, take't from me, is acceſſary to the guilty deed, and ſtands in ſelf predicament: Heaven defend we ſhould be ſuch, were he my Nephew, nay, my firſt-borne ſonne, or one more neere: let me not be bleſt in my proceedings, if our Authoritie ſhould blinde his ſinne, or alter juſtice courſe, ſet him forth: what favour equitie can yield be his, no more expect Criſippus.