Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Strange Discovery · chunk 33 of 44

Gough, J. · published 1640 · first performed or written 1640 [1624-1640] (Annals)
romance
unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 519 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.

Yes, Aura madam. Well i'll leave you then, Strong physic's best for stubborn natured men. Why do you weep, sweet heart? 'twill mar your beauty, Your brother shall not long be kept in prison; Be not so foolish to consume and pine Away for sorrow, know Theagines This night shall be released, and come unto thee, Therefore be merry; 'twas his foolish fault And disobedience to my mistress service Made him to be committed; nicety Is nought in young folks, but all is forgotten, (Partly at my request) and liberty Granted unto him, this was the occasion I sent for you, that you might be partaker Of this glad news, therefore rouse up yourself, And now at length eat something; Aura lay The table, I have made some meat, I hope Will comfort your weak stomach, sure you are Too blame to fast so long. But is this true That you have told me? you so often have Deceived me with untruths as I scarce dare To credit any thing you say unto me. By all the gods 'tis true, which if it be not, Let me be poisoned at this table here And be a sad example; more this day Your business all shall be dispatched, so that You shall not need to take more care hereafter, If by refraining from your meat you do not Destroy your health and die, pray eat a little. On confidence that this is true I will. Aura give me some wine, Cariclea health Remember good Theagines. I will not have thy help, false wretch, I will not thoust poisoned me, bear witness all here present That see me die, I lay my death on none But her and this quean Aura, so inform Arsace that she may revenge my death. See here the justice of the heavens displayed To mortal view in this strange accident; This cup, this poisonous cup was meant to me By wicked Cibile, but yet it fell By some mistake to her own lot to drink it. What do you mean to bind me a weak maid, I'll go without constraint where you will lead me If't be before Arsace, though I die I care not so Theagenes be by. Thus far have we marched by the banks of Nile, And conquered Philae, and the Smaragd mines, Thus far hath fortune favoured our attempts, And stern Bellona set our conquering feet Deep in the bosom of th' Egyptian Land; Are we not now revenged Sysimethres For thy uncivil barbarous entertainment, When we employed thee our Ambassador To Oroondates Deputy of Egypt? How think you, do they not repent the wrongs And disrespect they gave thee, contrary Unto the laws of Nations? do they not Wish that they had surrendered to our Crown Those lands we justly challenged for our own? I think they do, and curse their arrogance That hath brought home the wars unto their doors; It cannot choose but vex their very souls To see so fruitful and so fair a soil, Their native Country, overrun and spoiled By the incursions of a hostile army.
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PlayThe Strange Discovery
AuthorGough, J.
Publication year (edition)1640
First performance / composition (Annals)1640 [1624-1640]
First performance (BritDrama)1635 [1606-1640]
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1137 · TCP A01989 · DEEP 967
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1920–1986 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 44 in this edition
Length519 words · 646 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T1 — Death, grief and revenge at 0.730
Other seedsseed 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)
Yes, Aura madame. Well i'le leave you then, Strong phyſick's beſt for ſtubborn natur'd men. Why doe you weep, ſweet heart? 'twill mar your beuty, Your brother ſhall not long be kept in priſon; Be not ſo fooliſh to conſume and pine Away for ſorrow, know Theagines This night ſhall be releas'd, and come unto thee, Therefore be merry; 'twas his fooliſh fault And diſobedience to my miſtris ſervice Made him to be committed; nicety Is naught in yong folkes, but all is forgotten, (Partly at my requeſt) and liberty Granted unto him, this was the occaſion I ſent for you, that you might be partaker Of this glad newes, therefore rouſe up your ſelfe, And now at length eate ſomething; Aura lay The table, I have made ſome meate, I hope Will comfort your weake ſtomacke, ſure you are Too blame to faſt ſo long. But is this true That you have told me? you ſo often have Deceiv'd me with untruths as I ſcarce dare To credit any thing you ſay unto me. By all the gods tis true, which if it be not, Let me be poiſon'd at this table heere And be a ſad example; more this day Your buſines all ſhall be diſpatch'd, ſo that You ſhall not need to take more care heereafter, If by refrayning from your meate you doe not Deſtroy your health and die, pray eate a little. On confidence that this is true I will. Aura give me ſome wine, Cariclea health Remember good Theagines. I will not have thy helpe, falſe wretch, I will not th'aſt poiſon'd me, beare witneſſe all heere preſent That ſee me die, I lay my death on none But her and this queane Aura, ſo informe Arſace that ſhe may revenge my death. See heere the iuſtice of the heavens diſplaid To mortall view in this ſtrange accident; This cup, this poiſonous cup was meant to me By wicked Cibile, but yet it fell By ſome miſtake to her owne lot to drinke it. What doe you meane to binde me a weake maid, I'le goe without conſtraint where you will lead me If't be before Arſace, though I die I care not ſo Theagenes be by. Thus farre have we march'd by the bankes of Nile, And conquer'd Philae, and the Smaragd mines, Thus farre hath fortune favourd our attempts, And ſterne Bellona ſet our conquering feet Deepe in the boſome of th' Egyptian Land; Are we not now reveng'd Syſimethres For thy uncivill barbarous entertainement, When we imploy'd thee our Embaſſadour To Oroondates Deputy of Egypt? How thinke you, doe they not repent the wrongs And diſreſpect they gave thee, contrary Unto the lawes of Nations? doe they not Wiſh that they had ſurrender'd to our Crowne Thoſe lands we juſtly challeng'd for our owne? I thinke they doe, and curſe their arrogance That hath brought home the warres unto their dores; It cannot chooſe but vex their very ſoules To ſee ſo fruitfull and ſo faire a ſoyle, Their native Country, over-runne and ſpoyl'd By the incurſions of a hoſtile army.