Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
When first I saw Your person, and how mutually you loved, Knowing how far I was beneath your worth, So dear I held you both, that I determined For ever to be lost to memory; And serve you thus in this disguise: which I Had done, but that this hapless chance Betrayed me to your knowledge. Alas! thy piety has undone us both! 'Twas my too cruel destinies! Methinks we two now seem to be set copies Of griefs, to which wronged virgins will repair, To take out patterns by. Our wrongs and sorrows Have made us just so like to one another, That each seems the others counterfeit. We'll sit, and descant on our miseries, Count the extent of each, proportion tears, And sighs unto them. Her's that doth surmount, Shall borrow grief of tother. H'as robbed me of a father cruel Tyrant, H'as robbed me of a father cruel Tyrant, Bereaved me of my friends, and loving subjects, Bereaved me of my Brother, and my friends. ta'e away all my honours, and my dower. Taken my virgin honour, all my dower. H'as mocked me with the title of a Queen. H'as mocked me with the title of a Queen. But I am lost in Passion. And I am lost in Passion. Felicia come, and as our wrongs are equal, So let our revenge be; we'll hand in hand Assault this Tyrant; and in bloody Characters Print on his body the story of our sufferings: Yet this cannot cure our grief. What though, wronged innocence? In death it will entitle us to honours; And though our bodies moulder to corruption, Our better part shall survive fame; our names, Free from decay, shall swell up numerous volumes; Whilst our sad legends shall be made a pillow, To every sleeping virgin. O yet for my sake have some pity on him, And for that part of him, that's cradled here, 'Las he may live to make us fair amends. For thy sake I could spare him, but my wrongs Sit heavy here, and urge me to revenge. But say i've thought a way, how we may yet Be both restored to happiness, would you not Accept, and follow't? Speak it (gentle soul.) As yet (you know) your virgin treasure stands Free from his ruder touch: those Ceremonies, Which linked you in one Hymeneal knot, Religion will make void, the precontract 'Twixt him and me being known, so that you then, On this part are free from him; enjoy him thus You cannot, neither would you (I suppose) After these wrongs, (if you might be permitted:) What hinders then, but that I take your place This night? and show him, to what height his perjury Has wrought our wrongs, whilst you in some disguise May quit the Court, and ere next Sun appear, From hence towards France, to whom you are allied In blood, and wrongs.—
University/Inns of Court;Closet/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 1153 · TCP A02629 · DEEP 986
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1580–1645 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 38 in this edition
Length
484 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.844 (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)
When firſt I ſaw Your perſon, and how mutually you lov'd, Knowing how farre I was beneath your worth, So deare I held you both, that I determin'd For ever to be loſt to memory; And ſerve you thus in this diſguiſe: which I Had done, but that this hapleſſe chance Betray'd mee to your knowledge. Alas! thy piety has undone us both! 'Twas my too cruell deſtinies! Methinkes wee two now ſeeme to be ſet copies Of griefes, to which wrong'd virgins will repaire, To take out patternes by. Our wrongs and ſorrowes Have made us juſt ſo like to one another, That each ſeemes th'o others counterfeit. We'le ſit, and deſcant on our miſeries, Count the extent of each, proportion teares, And ſighs unto them. Her's that doth ſurmount, Shall borrow griefe of t'other. H'as robb'd mee of a father cruell Tyrant, H'as robb'd mee of a father cruell Tyrant, Bereav'd mee of my friends, and loving ſubjects, Bereav'd mee of my Brother, and my friends. Tane away all my honours, and my dower. Taken my virgin honour, all my dower. H'as mock't mee with the title of a Queene. H'as mock't mee with the title of a Queene. —But I am loſt in Paſſion. And I am loſt in Paſſion. Felicia come, and as our wrongs are equall, So let our revenge be; we'le hand in hand Aſſault this Tyrant; and in bloody Characters Print on his body the ſtory of our ſufferings: Yet this cannot cure our griefe. What though, wrong'd innocence? In death it will intitle us to honours; And though our bodies moulder to corruption, Our better part ſhall ſurvive fame; our names, Free from decay, ſhall ſwell up numerous volumes; Whil'ſt our ſad legends ſhall be made a pillow, To every ſleeping virgin. O yet for my ſake have ſome pitty on him, And for that part of him, that's cradled here, 'Las he may live to make us faire amends. For thy ſake I could ſpare him, but my wrongs Sit heavy here, and urge mee to revenge. But ſay l've thought a way, how we may yet Be both reſtor'd to happineſſe, would you not Accept, and follow't? Speake it (gentle ſoule.) As yet (you know) your virgin treaſure ſtands Free from his ruder touch: thoſe Ceremonies, Which link't you in one Hymeneall knot, Religion will make void, the praecontract 'Twixt him and mee being knowne, ſo that you then, On this part are free from him; enjoy him thus You cannot, neither would you (I ſuppoſe) After theſe wrongs, (if you might be permitted:) What hinders then, but that I take your place This night? and ſhew him, to what height his perjury Has wrought our wrongs, whilſt you in ſome diſguiſe May quit the Court, and e're next Sun appeare, From hence towards France, to whom you are allyed In blood, and wrongs. —