Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
With tender heart Virginius, thou welcome art to me, I sorry am to utter out, the things I hear of thee: For Claudius a subject here, a man of mickle fame, Appealeth thee before my Court, in deed of open shame: And though in deed I love thee so, as thy deserts desirer, Yet not so but I must judgement give, as justice doth require. My Lord and reason good it is, your servant doth request, No partial hand to aid his cause, no partial mind or breast: If ought I have offended you, your Court, or eke your Crown, From lofty top of Turret high, precipitate me down: If treason none by me be done, or any fault committed, Let my accusers bear the blame, and let me be remitted. Good reason to Virginius, come Claudius show thy mind, Let justice here, if judgement may, Virginus guilty find Thou sovereign Lord, and rightful judge, this standeth now the case, In tender youth not long agone, near sixteen years of space, Virginius a thrall of mine, a child and infant young, From me did take by subtle mean, and keeps by arm full strong And here before your grace I crave, that justice be extended, That I may have my thrall again, and faults may be amended Ah Gods that guide the globe above what forged tales I hear, Oh judge Apius, bend your ears, while this my crime I clear: She is my child, and of my wife her tender corpses did spring, Let all the country where I dwell, bear witness of the thing. Nay by the Gods not so my friend, I do not so decree, I charge thee here in pain of death, thou bring the maid to me: In chamber close, in prison sound, she secret shall abide, And no kind of wight shall talk with her, until the truth be tried: This do I charge, this I command, in pain of death let see, Without any let, that she be brought, as prisoner unto me: Ah fickle fall, unhappy doom, oh most uncertain rate, That ever chance so churlishly, that never staid in state: What judge is this: What cruel wretch? What faith doth Claudius The Gods do recompense with shame, his false and faithless mind: Well home I must, no remedy, where shall my soaking tears, Augment my woes, decrease my joys, while death do rid my fears Come ventus come, blow forth thy blast, Prince Eol listen well, The filthiest fact that ever was, I Rumor now shall tell: You gods bend down to here my cry, revengement duly show, Thy Rumor craves did Claudius lay, and bring judge Apius lo? That wicked man, that fleshly judge, hath hired Claudius, To claim a child, the only heir,
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Length
465 words · 612 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.722 (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)
With tender hart Virginius, thou welcome art to me, I ſory am to vtter out, the things I here of thee: For Claudius a ſubiecte here, a man of mickle fame, Appealeth thee before my Courte, in deede of open ſhame: And though in deede I loue thee ſo, as thy deſerts deſirer, Yet not ſo but I muſt Iudgement geue, as Iuſtice doth require. My Lord and reaſon good it is, your ſeruaunt doth requeſt, No parciall hand to aide his cauſe, no parciall minde or breſt: If ought I haue offended you, your Courte, or eke your Crowne, From lofty top of Turret hie, perſupetat me downe: If treaſon none by me be done, or any fault committed, Let my accuſers beare the blame, and let me be remitted. Good reaſon to Virginius, come Claudius ſhew thy minde, Let Iuſtice here, if Iudgment may, Virginus gilty finde Thou ſufferant Lord, and rightfull Iudge, this ſtandeth now ye caſe, In tender youth not long agone, nere ſixtene yeares of ſpace, Virginius a thrall of mine, a childe and infant yonge, From me did take by ſubtell meane, and keepes by arme full ſtrong And here before your grace I craue, that Iuſtice be exſtended, That I may haue my thrall agayne, and faultes may be amended Ah Gods that guide the globe aboue what forged tales I here, Oh Iudge Apius, bend your eares, while this my crime I cleare: She is my child, and of my wife her tender corpes did ſpringe, Let all the countrey where I dwell, beare witneſſe of the thing. Nay by the Gods not ſo my friend, I do not ſo decrée, I charge thee here in paiine of death, thou bring the maide to mée: In chamber cloſe, in priſon ſound, ſhe ſecret ſhall abide, And no kinde of wight ſhall talke with her, vntill the truth be tride: This doo I charge, this I commaund, in paine of death let ſee, Without any let, that ſhe be brought, as priſoner vnto me: Ah fickle faule, vnahppy dome, oh moſt vncertaine rate, That euer chaunce ſo churliſhly, that neuer ſtaide in ſtate: What Iudge is this: What cruell wretch? What faith doth Claudius The Gods do recompence with ſhame, his falſe and faithles minde: Well home I muſt, no remedy, where ſhall my ſoking teares, Augment my woes, decreaſe my ioyes, while death do rid my feares Come ventus come, blow forth thy blaſt, Prince Eol liſten well, The filthieſt fackte that euer was, I Rumor now ſhall tell: You gods bend downe to here my crie, reuengemente duly ſhowe, Thy Rumor craues did Claudius lay, and bring Iudge Apius loe? That wicked man, that fleſhly Iudge, hath hiered Claudius, To claime a childe, the only heyre,