Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Nay than am I good Lord most bound, to yield thee hearty praise. That hast by helping this my child, prolonged these my days. Sorry I was to hear her fault, more sorry for her death, Her fault was none, and she lives still, what joy like this on earth, To serve thee still as I have done, it is my whole pretence, Thou art my strength, my hope, my aid, I seek no other defence. Mine are the joys, and yours none, God hath given all to me, For greater joys than I do feel, there surely none can be. My Daughter was given to the death, thou kepst her with thy might, Thou helpest her for thy mercy's sake, because her cause was right, Thus I confess and will do still, while life in me doth reign, Thou only God hast strength enough, to rid each wight from pain. No, no, good Lord above the rest, to praise thee I am bound, That me dost help miraculously, and eke my foes confound▪ I was but dead, and thou to life, restoredst me silly wight, What is she then that beareth breath, that more can show thy might, And this thine act shall so increase, within me evermore, And from thy laws I will not slide, although I die therefore, Also good Lord amongst thy gifts, which every day are seen, We have to praise thy mighty grace, for our most noble Queen. Defend her Lord in all affairs, give passage to thy word. And cut them short that will her woe, grant this O living Lord. And to her noble counsel Lord, give wisdom and good health, Grant that they do may glory thee, and mend the common wealth. And for the commons of this realm, O Lord grant my request, But what thou and the Prince doth will, they judge it for the best. And for this company gathered here, do I my prayer make, God grant them their life in quietness, and then their souls do take. Hear have you heard good Audience, the end of this our work, Wherein we trust no cause of grief in any point doth lurk, And though we cannot beautify the same with musics song, Bear with our rudeness in that part, we troubled you not long, And if our Author may perceive you take this in good part, To do the like you comfort him, again with all his heart. If any thing hath been amiss, inform him if you please, If every thing do like you well, to God give all the praise, To whom I leave you every one, and eke myself withal, Who grant us all eternal life. Amen now say you all.
nodes 1430–1467 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 29 in this edition
Length
457 words · 566 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.780 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
¶Nay then am I good Lord moste bound, to yéelde thée harty prayse. That haste by helping this my chyld, prolonged these my dayes. Sorry I was to heare her fault, more sorry for her death, Her fault was none, and she liues still, what ioy lyke this on earth, To serue thée still as I haue done, it is my whole pretence, Thou art my strength, my hope, my ayde, I séeke no other defence. ¶Myne are the ioyes, and yours none, God hath giuen all to me, For greater ioyes then I doe féele, there surely none can be. My Daughter was giuen to the death, thou kepst her with thy might, Thou helpest her for thy mercy sake, because her cause was right, Thus I confesse and will doe still, whyle lyfe in me doth raigne, Thou onely God haste strength ynough, to rid ech wight from payne. ¶No, no, good Lord aboue the rest, to prayse thee I am bound, That me doest helpe myraculously, and eake my foes confound▪ I was but dead, and thou to lyfe, restoredst me silly wight, What is she then that beareth breth, that more can shew thy might, And this thyne acte shall so increase, within me euermore, And from thy lawes I will not slyde, although I dye therefore, ¶Also good Lorde amongst thy giftes, which euery day are seene, We haue to prayse thy mighty grace, for our most noble Queene. Defende her Lorde in all affayres, giue passage to thy word. And cut them short that will her wo, graunt this O liuing Lord. ¶And to her noble counsayle Lord, giue wisedome and good helth, Graunt that they doe may glory thée, and mende the common welth. ¶And for the commons of this realme, O Lord graunt my request, But what thou and the Prince doth will, they iudge it for the best. ¶And for this company gathered here, doe I my prayer make, God graunt them their lyfe in quietnes, and then their soules do take. ¶Heare haue you heard good Audience, the end of this our worke, Wherein we trust no cause of gréefe in any poynt doth lurke, And though we cannot bewtify the same with musickes song, Beare with our rudenesse in that part, we troubled you not long, And if our Authour may perceaue you take this in good part, To doe the lyke you comfort him, agayne with all his hart. If any thing hath bene amis, informe him if you please, If euery thing doe lyke you well, to God giue all the prayse, To whome I leaue you euery one, and eke my selfe withall, Who graunt vs all eternall lyfe. Amen now say you all.