Rutter, Joseph / Desfontaines, Nicolas-Marc · published 1640 · first performed or written 1638 [1637-1639] (Annals) not in BritDrama T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.83 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
The thing you offer Seems reasonable, thou art just Roderigo By it we shall perceive your interest. Sir, if you please, I will be judged by it. And so will I. Then I shall do you justice. Here must I stand with patience to hear The sentence of my punishment. From this, I must expect either to live or die. IF your brother have so little sense both of his own blood and your beauty, that he had rather please himself in your afflictions, than his own duty, let me entreat you to make good that bravery of Spirit which you mentioned to me in your Letters; which is to leave him to his cruelty, letting him first know that you were sensible of it, by the revenge you take. And then enter into the Victor's Camp, where you shall make your own conditions, and find an entertainment to your content by You understand the sense, sir, of these words, These are not terms that should make void a promise Am not I that Seriffa; you the victor, Did not I give you entrance into Corduba, And my own heart at once, and will you now Bereave me of the hope yourself has raised Is this the great content you promised me: What is't you can complain of Madam? who Durst be so insolent to do you hurt? Are you not here in covert of that storm Which your fierce brother mean should overtake you? What could you hope more than this noble usage Did you suppose your eyes could conquer me, Alas, I am another's; and when ere I change that object, I must think myself Led into blindness, and mistake of beauty. Oh do not change, but end my misery, Let my blood quite deface this character, As it looks black already with thy crime, So let it blush to punish me for mine, Why stayest thou? satisfy thy hate in me, Tear from my breast my love and heart together. How am I ravished with this sweet revenge, What pleasure 'tis to see thee in this case Where thy best hope is to sit down with nothing, Now Lady you may triumph, though you wear not These fetters, you're no less a slave than I. What villain? Fie, Madam, calm your anger. In the word of a King to both of you I promise a fair treatment, I am one That know to use a victory. Take you care That in their several lodgings they want nothing That their state may requires howe'er they be My prisoners, I'll not bate their due respect Go Roderigo home unto thy father, I know he longs to see thee. I obey, Pray, Madam, give me leave to do the duty I owe unto Cimena. To me sir? Pray spare the labour, for you owe me none. Besides Seriffa, being vexed already Has too much reason to complain of you, Though you committed not this last offence.
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Length
496 words · 607 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.834 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 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)
The thing you offer Seems reaſonable, thou art juſt Roderigo By it we ſhall perceive your intereſt. Sir, if you pleaſe, I will be judg'd by it. And ſo will I. Then I ſhall do you juſtice. Here muſt I ſtand with patience to heare The ſentence of my puniſhment. From this, I muſt expect either to live or die. IF your brother have ſo little ſence both of his own blond and your beautie, that he had rather pleaſe himſelfe in your afflictions, then his own duty, let mee entreat you to make good that bravery of Spirit which you mentioned to mee in your Letters; which is to leave him to his crueltie, letting him firſt know that you were ſenſible of it, by the revenge you take. And then enter into the Victors Campe, where you ſhall make your owne conditions▪ and finde an entertainment to your content by You underſtand the ſence, ſir, of theſe words, Theſe are not terms that ſhould make void a promiſe Am not I that Seriffa; you the victor, Did not I give you entrance into Corduba, And my own heart at once, and will you now Bereave me of the hope your ſelf has rais'd Is this the great content you promis'd me: What iſt you can complain of Madam? who Durſt be ſo inſolent to do you hurt? Are you not heer in covert of that ſtorm Which your fierce brother mean ſhould overtake you? What could you hope more then this noble uſage Did you ſuppoſe your eyes could conquer me, Alas, I am anothers; and when ere I change that object, I muſt think my ſelf Led into blindneſſe, and miſtake of beauty. Oh do not change, but end my miſery, Let my bloud quite deface this character, As it looks black already with thy crime, So let it bluſh to puniſh me for mine, Why ſtay'ſt thou? ſatisfie thy hate in me, Teare from my breſt my love and heart together. How am I raviſh'd with this ſweet revenge, What pleaſure tis to ſee thee in this caſe Where thy beſt hope is to ſit down with nothing, Now Lady you may triumph, though you weare not Theſe fetters, you're no leſſe a ſlave then I. What villain? Fie, Madam, calme your anger. In the word of a King to both of you I promiſe a fair treatment, I am one That know to uſe a victory. Take you care That in their ſeverall lodgings they want nothing That their ſtate may requires how ere they be My priſoners, I'le not bate their due reſpect Go Roderigo home unto thy father, I know he longs to ſee thee. I obay, Pray, Madam, give me leave to do the duty I owe unto Cimena. To me ſir? Pray ſpare the labour, for you owe me none. Beſides Seriffa, being vext already Has too much reaſon to complain of you, Though you commited not this laſt offence.