Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
This is a forged device, believe it not, This woman is a traitor, and conspires With them in all their plots, as privy to them. If she that calls herself Cariclea. Be guiltless of this business, what should make her To cast herself into the jaws of death By her so free confession of the fact? Sir I believe she's weary of her life, And being in desperation e'er to see Much less t'enjoy her husband, without whom Life seems a burden hastens on her death. madam you must produce some witnesses, Or we shall clear the prisoners. Here are five Will be deposed they heard Cibile charge These two here with her death. What say you friends. Dare you swear this? We dare and will, by Isis, And all the gods 'tis so. Then we must pass Sentence according to the law, which most Depends on witnesses, your doom is death, Carry these two forthwith unto the fire, O sun, and earth, and all you blessed creatures That are above or underneath this round Terrestrial ball, you that do take revenge On such as work impiety, bear witness I die an innocent, and willingly Submit myself to death, for to avoid Th' intolerable griefs that burden me; Vouchsafe to take me gently to your hands, And speedily inflict your punishments Upon this whore Arsace, who hath plotted This mischief to no other end and purpose But to take from me my Theagines. Cariclea raped, O gods how can it be; Where is your justice then? where our reward For serving at your altars, when you suffer Your sacred temples to be robbed and spoilt Of its chief jewel, and my life, Cariclea? O sacrilege unheard of! can you sleep And wink at this? or is your anger to me Implacable, and therefore to torment My heart the more, you seem not to regard it? Was't not enough, O cruel powers, to kill My daughter at her Nuptial, and my wife For grief thereof, but to augment my sorrow Beyond the bounds of reason, give consent Unto Cariclea's rape, who was my joy, My only comfort, heart, yea life and all? Well I will once more put on pilgrims weeds. Ha, what was that? a dreadful sound methought More pilgrimages? stay but listen yet. And go in quest of thee throughout the world, First to Thessalia, where that thief was borne That stole thee hence, then unto Memphis City Where Calasiris that false priest remains. I am confirmed in horror, 'tis too true He'll travel once again, but soft attend. And if I find thee not, i'll travel further, Even to the utmost bounds of Aethiopia, Where I suppose thy parents live and reign. To Aethiopia, what strange land is that (I marvel) oh, oh now I do remember Sysimethres was borne there as he said; We shall be black a devil's if we go there. What Nebulo, my trusty friend and servant, Prepare thyself to accompany thy master. Where sir, unto the temple of Apollo? Beyond the seas I mean. Beyond the seas; He's mad I think, or hath some worse disease.
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Length
523 words · 681 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.774 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
This is a forg'd deviſe, believe it not, This woman is a traitor, and conſpires With them in all their plots, as privie to them. If ſhe that cals herſelfe Cariclea. Be guiltleſſe of this buſineſſe, what ſhould make her To caſt herſelfe into the jawes of death By her ſo free confeſſion of the fact? Sir I believe ſhe's weary of her life, And being in deſperation e're to ſee Much leſſe t'enjoy her husband, without whom Life ſeemes a burthen haſtens on her death. Madame you muſt produce ſome witneſſes, Or we ſhall cleere the priſoners. Here are five Will be depos'd they heard Cibile charge Theſe two here with her death. What ſay you friends. Dare you ſweare this? We dare and will, by Iſis, And all the gods tis ſo. Then we muſt paſſe Sentence according to the law, which moſt Depends on witneſſes, your doome is death, Carry theſe two forthwith unto the fire, O ſunne, and earth, and all you bleſſed creatures That are above or underneath this round Terreſtriall ball, you that doe take revenge On ſuch as worke impiety, beare witneſſe I die an innocent, and willingly Submit my ſelfe to death, for to avoyd Th' intollerable griefes that burthen me; Vouchſafe to take me gently to your hands, And ſpeedily inflict your puniſhments Upon this whore Arſace, who hath plotted This miſchiefe to no other end and purpoſe But to take from me my Theagines. Cariclea rap'd, O gods how can it be; Where is your juſtice then? where our reward For ſerving at your altars, when you ſuffer Your ſacred temples to be rob'd and ſpoyld Of its chiefe jewell, and my life, Cariclea? O ſacriledge unheard of! can you ſleepe And winke at this? or is your anger to me Implacable, and therefore to torment My heart the more, you ſeeme not to regard it? Was't not ynough, O cruell powers, to kill My daughter at her Nuptiall, and my wife For griefe thereof, but to augment my ſorrow Beyond the bounds of reaſon, give conſent Unto Caricleas rape, who was my joy, My onely comfort, heart, yea life and all? Well I will once more put on pilgrimes weedes. Ha, what was that? a dreadfull ſound me thought More pilgrimages? ſtay but liſten yet. And goe in queſt of thee throughout the world, Firſt to Theſſalia, where that thiefe was borne That ſtole thee hence, then unto Memphis City Where Calaſiris that falſe prieſt remaines. I am confirm'd in horror, tis too true He'll travell once againe, but ſoft attend. And if I finde thee not, ile travell further, Even to the utmoſt bounds of Aethiopia, Where I ſuppoſe thy parents live and raigne. To Aethiopia, what ſtrange land is that (I marvell) oh, oh now I doe remember Syſimethres was borne there as he ſaid; We ſhall be blacke a divels if we goe there. What Nebulo, my truſty friend and ſervant, Prepare thy ſelfe to accompany thy maſter. Where ſir, unto the temple of Apollo? Beyond the ſeas I meane. Beyond the ſeas; He's mad I thinke, or hath ſome worſe diſeaſe.