Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
O yes. All manner traitors, That are yeomen fautors, That lead Dogs in band, Do stop well your nose, For fear of the pose, And give me your hand. And if you cannot smell, Then are you not well, For reasons by gis: Will do you small good, But change your good blood, To stinking iwis. But if you be guilty, With order of necessity, By shyting so thin: Then get you away, And that straight way, And to cleanse you begin. Crier call Susanna. Susanna. Here my Lord. Stand forth and hold up thy hand, If any here within this court there is that can detect, This woman guilty of that crime, whereof she is suspect, Come forth and say your minds at large, and all that you know true For now is time and other time, you have not that to do, My Lord Susanna is the wight, whose fault we must accuse, And what she is that standeth there, we can do nought but muse. She is so muffled about the face, we think it is not she, A crafty Dame may compass so to have us go awry. Thou sayest as well as heart can think, for though we could not touch Yet pleasing our eyes with this her sight shall serve our lust as much. What peace whoreson. My Lord under correction, I mean to see her face, And know if it be she or no, before I speak in place. Discover her face bailie. I will my Lord. Come on fair Lady you here yourself, what I am bid to do. I pray thee jailer hold thee still myself will do it to, O living God that all thing seeth, what means this cruelty, Do not I feel enough good Lord, but all the world must see, I mourn the less, O Lord thou knowest an innocent to die, But yet my grief is to to great▪ to end with infamy. Yet Lord I leave me to thy will, and I will say no more, Thou a●●e my strength in thee I hope, I have none other power. Now crier hold them a Book. Lay on you hands and mark well what I shall say, the evidence that you shall give against this woman here, Is for troths sake, and not for meed, for hatred nor for fear. Ye shall declare the truth of all, and there from shall not slide, Nor any part of it at all from us you shall not hide. This is your charge I charge you with, see thereto you do look, You swear by God who knoweth all, and also by this Book. As we two in the Orchard walked, and none but we alone, In came this woman with two maids, but straight she sent them home. And weighty charge she gave them both, we could but muse wherefore In any case that they should shut, and spar the Orchard door,
nodes 980–1037 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 29 in this edition
Length
494 words · 612 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.642 (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)
¶ O yes. All maner traytours, That are yeomen futours, That leade Dogges in bande, Doe stop well your nose, For feare of the pose, And giue me your hand. And if you cannot smell, Then are you not well, For reasons by gis: Will doe you small good, But chaunge your good blood, To stinking ywis. But if you be guiltie, With order of necessitie, By shyting so thin: Then get you away, And that straight way, And to clense you begin. ¶Cryer call Susanna. ¶Susanna. ¶Here my Lorde. ¶Stand forth and holde vp thy hand, ¶If any here within this court there is that can detect, This woman guilty of that cryme, whereof she is suspect, Come forth and say your mindes at large, and all that you know true For now is time and other time, you haue not that to do, ¶My Lorde Susanna is the wighte, whose fault we must accuse, And what she is that standeth there, we can do nought but muse. She is so muffled about the face, we thinke it is not she, A crafty Dame may compasse so to haue vs go awry. ¶Thou sayest as wel as hart can think, for though we could not touch Yet pleasing our eyes with this her sight shall serue our lust as much. ¶What peace horeson. My Lorde vnder correction, I meane to sée her face, And know if it be she or no, before I speake in place. ¶Discouer her face Bayly. ¶I will my Lorde. Come on fayre Lady you here your selfe, what I am bid to do. ¶I pray thee Gayler holde thée still my selfe wil do it to, O liuing God that all thing séeth, what meanes this crueltie, Doe not I feele ynough good Lord, but all the world must sée, I mourne the lesse, O Lord thou knowest an innocent to dye, But yet my gréefe is to to great▪ to end with infamy. Yet Lorde I leaue me to thy will, and I wil say no more, Thou ae my strength in thée I hope, I haue none other power. ¶Now Cryer holde them a Boke. Lay on you handes and marke well what I shall say, he euidence that you shall giue agaynst this woman here, Is for trothes sake, and not for meede, for hatred nor for feare. Ye shall declare the truth of all, and there from sall not slyde, Nor any part of it at all from vs you shall not hyde. This is your charge I charge you with, sée thereto you doe looke, You swere by God who knoweth all, and also by this Booke. ¶As we two in the Orcharde walkte, and none but we alone, In came this woman with two maydes, but straight she sent them home. And wayghty charge she gaue them both, we could but muse wherfore In any case that they should shut, and spar the Orchard dore,