Nabbes, Thomas · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 (Annals) not in BritDrama · Unacted T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 437 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Be not transported Into such vain expressions. Vain advice, My griefs are like to Walls resisting Darts, They'll beat thy counsels back to thy own danger. Corvino you were surely false, and taught The youths this way to ruin. One more sigh Will crack my hearts weak cordage, and the vessel Wanting its helps, yield to the only guidance Of the distracted waves till it be swallowed. I thought my patience could have met with cheerfulness, Any cross storm of fortune; this hath killed it. Forgive me Heaven, translate my penitent And reconciled soul to a better mansion Than that she's lodged in now. Divide my heart You two. Corvino bear my dying blessings Unto Macario— Oh— Will you then die? And so prevent me? for I did not mean You should survive them, though I ordered not Their deaths; retain your senses yet a little. Live but to hear me, and I will relate All that my knowledge owns concerning it; And the new policies that I have built Upon these happy accidents; for hitherto Fortune hath been my Matchiaveile, and brought, Events about I never practised for. Fidelio and Cardente are removed: One stood betwixt my high ends, and the other Begot continual fear of a new danger By her discovery. I shall be perfect now In all things but revenge upon your scorn, And the neglect of my deservings; will you not Stay then to hear me? Farewell. What's this horror? The Scene presents a Tragedy; our Guard. Our mother dead, and our two friends made liveless By one another? grief seal up mine eyes With an eternal darkness. Most unhappy Amanda, in the loss of all thy wishes; we'll not be long divided, if my griefs Meet not too stubborn and perverse resistance From the soft heart I gave to thee. Remove The bodies decently, and then support me: My spirits faint. Corvino we would have The best account you can of this sad business, To which you cannot choose but have relation, Considering the persons and the manner; Speak your best knowledge. I have now no language But tears to be interpreted, and they Are characters of inward sorrow only; Cannot express more than their proper meaning, And whence they take their form. Sir I am lost To all my hopes of being, they being gone On which it did depend, my sons; in whom I had a lasting name, and should have lived Unto succeeding times: now it will vanish Like Clouds dissolved, to be forgotten. Know you What were the motives to their difference, That fired such anger in them?
nodes 1933–1996 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 26 in this edition
Length
437 words · 550 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.782 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Be not transported Into such vaine expressions. Vaine advise, My griefes are like to Walls resisting Darts, They'l beate thy counsailes backe to thy owne danger. Corvino you were surely false, and taught The youths this way to ruine. One more sigh Will cracke my hearts weake cordage, and the vessell Wanting its helpes, yeeld to the onely guidance Of the distracted waves till it be swallow'd. I thought my patience could have met with cheerefulnesse, Any crosse storme of fortune; this hath kild it. Forgive me Heaven, translate my penitent And reconcil'd soule to a better mansion Then that she's lodg'd in now. Divide my heart You two. Corvino beare my dying blessings Unto Macario—Oh— Will you then dye? And so prevent me? for I did not meane You should survive them, though I order'd not Their deaths; retaine your sences yet a little. Live but to heare me, and I will relate All that my knowledge ownes concerning it; And the new policies that I have built Upon these happy accidents; for hitherto Fortune hath bin my Matchiaveile, and brought, Events about I never practis'd for. Fidelio and Cardente are remov'd: One stood betwixt my high ends, and the other Begot continuall feare of a new danger By her discovery. I shall be perfect now In all things but revenge upon your scorne, And the neglect of my deservings; will you not Stay then to heare me? Farewell. What's this horrour? The Scene presents a Tragedy; our Guard. Our mother dead, and our two friends made livelesse By one another? griefe seale up mine eyes With an eternall darkenesse. Most unhappy Amanda, in the losse of all thy wishes; Wee'le not be long divided, if my griefes Meete not too stubborne and perverse resistance From the soft heart I gave to thee. Remove The bodies decently, and then support me: My spirits faint. Corvino we would have The best account you can of this sad businesse, To which you cannot chuse but have relation, Considering the persons and the manner; Speake your best knowledge. I have now no language But teares to be interpreted, and they Are characters of inward sorrow onely; Cannot expresse more then their propper meaning, And whence they take their forme. Sir I am lost To all my hopes of being, they being gone On which it did depend, my sonnes; in whom I had a lasting name, and should have liv'd Unto succeeding times: now it will vanish Like Clouds dissolv'd, to be forgotten. Know you What were the motives to their difference, That fir'd such anger in them?