Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Let them not blame me for I have told his behaviour: Before you proceed therefore in this marriage Weigh well with yourself the danger and charge. It is now high time methinks to depart, Will none of you speak to comfort my heart? I would have sworn that you had been more mannerly, To match my son with such I passed not of a fly. My throat for want of drink begins to be dry, Who is it that calls me to drink some good ale, Forsooth I willbe with you by and by. It is Sir Laurence liuingles, twentie pounde to a nasle He will tipple at it solemnly as long as it is stale. And the rather I think it is he because of his talk, For he said before his going, that all the pots should walk. O woe, woe, that ever on the earth I lived, Woe be to that hour when I first was delivered. My guilty conscience pricks me day by day, Iudas I was called that did my master betray. I did see Christ's miracles and heard his predication: Oh that I had had grace to be with the rest in salvation. I wanted God's grace and his especial favour, Whereby I hanged myself and died in despair. And now the time is past any mercy to crave, One half hour to live I would desire but to have. Well it will not be, nothing will help me now, wherever I do go Damnation doth me follow. Woe worth that money, that ever it was made By which occasion my master was betrayed. But had I had grace to have asked mercy therefore And repented my fault as Peter did before, I should have been pardoned as other summers be, And accounted no sinner, God will have mercy, So that they ask mercy so long as they do live, All which time he is ready their sins to forgive. Woe therefore to me, and to all that have so died, For without remedy now I am for ever damned. O what hath belly pleasure brought me unto, To hell torments to a place of everlasting woe. Woe, woe, and woe again to me for evermore, That consumed so much on myself and nothing on the poor: Poor Lazarus was at my door, whose hunger was so great That he therewith soon died not having for to eat. When I with all fine fare like a glutton was served And like a greedy cormorant with belly full farced: Not suffering one morsel to Lazarus to be given, And yet was there more spoiled than an hundredth would eat certain. To feed the dogs therewith I was much better content, Or else some relief to him I would have sent. The silly and dumb dogs did him more good than I, For they licked his sores, O woe therefore to me. And then he died full soon, whose death pleased God so well
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Length
498 words · 608 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.794 (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)
Let them not blame me for I haue tolde his behauiour: Before you proceede therefore in this mariage Wey well with your selfe the daunger and charge. It is nowe high time me thinkes to departe, Will none of you speake to comfort my hearte? I would haue sworne that you had bene more manerly, To matche my sonne with such I past not of a flye. My throate for want of drinke beginnes to be drie, Who is it that calles me to drinke some good ale, Forsoothe I wilbe with you by and by. It is Sir Laurence liuingles, twentie pounde to a nasle He will typle at it solemlie as long as it is stale. And the rather I thinke it is he because of his talke, For he saide before his going, that all the pottes should walke▪ O wo, wo, that euer on the earth I liued, Wo be to that howre when I first was deliuered. My guiltie conscience prickes me day by day, Iudas I was called that dyd my master betray▪ I did see Christes miracles and heard his predication: Oh that I had had grace to be with the rest in saluation. I wanted Gods grace and his especiall fauour, Whereby I hanged my selfe and dyed in despaire. And nowe the time is past anie mercie to craue, One halfe houre to liue I would desire but to haue. Well it will not be, nothing will helpe me nowe, Where euer I do go Damnation doeth me followe. Wo worth that money, that euer it was made By which occasion my master was betrayed. But had I had grace to haue asked mercie therefore And repented my faulte as Peter did before, I should haue bene pardoned as other sumers be, And accounted no sinner, God will haue mercy, So that they aske mercie so long as they do liue, All which time he is readie their sinnes to forgiue. Wo therefore to me, and to all that haue so dyed, For without remedie nowe I am for euer damned. O what hath bellie pleasure brought mee vnto, To hell torments to a place of euerlasting wo. Wo, wo, and wo againe to me for euermore, That consumed so much on my selfe and nothing on the poore: Poore Lazarus was at my doore, whose hunger was so great That he therewith soone died not hauing for to eate. When I with all fine fare lyke a glutton was serued And like a greedie cormorant with belly full farced: Not suffring one morsel to Lazarus to be giuen, And yet was there more spoyled then an hundreth would eate certein. To feede the dogges therewith I was much better content, Or els some reliefe to him I would haue sent. The silie and dumme dogges did him more good then I, For they licked his sores, O wo therefore to me. And then he died full soone, whose death pleased God so well