Tancred and Gismund (Gismond of Salerne) · chunk 3 of 29
Wilmot, Robert / Hatton, Christopher / Noel, HenryAl., G.Stafford, Roderick · published 1591 · first performed or written 1567 [1567-1568; revised 1591] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.73 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Fair daughter, I have sought thee out with grief, To ease the sorrows of thy vexed heart. How long wilt thou torment thy father thus? Who daily dies to see thy needles tears, Such bootless plaints that know nor mean nor end To but increase the floods of thy lament, And since the world knows well there was no want In thee, of aught that did to him belong Yet all thou seest could not his life prolong. Why then dost thou provoke the heavens to wrath? His doom of death was dated by his stars, " And who is he that may withstand his fate? By these complaints small good to him thou dost, Much grief to me, most hurt unto thyself, And unto Nature greatest wrong of all. Tell me not of the date of nature's days, Then in the April of her springing age: No, no, it was my cruel destiny, That spited at the pleasance of my life. My daughter knows the proof of nature's course " For as the heavens do guide the lamp of life So can they search no further forth the flame, " Then whilst with oil they do maintain the same. Cursed be the stars, and vanish may they cursed, Or fall from heaven, that in the dire aspect, abridged the health and welfare of my love. Gismund my joy, set all these griefs apart, " The more thou art with hard mishap beset, The more thy patience should procure thine ease. What hope of hap may cheer my hapless chance What sighs, what tears may countervail my cares? What should I do, but still his death bewail, That was the solace of my life and soul? Now, now I want the wonted guide and stay Of my desires, and of my wreaklesse thoughts, My Lord, my love, my life, my liking gone, In whom was all the fullness of my joy, To whom I gave the first fruits of my love, Who with the comfort of his only sight, All cares and sorrows could from me remove. But father, now my joys forepast to tell, Do but revive the horrors of my hell. As she that seems in darkness to behold The gladsome pleasures of the cheerful light. What then avails thee fruitless thus to rue His absence whom the heavens cannot return: Impartial death thy husband did subdue, Yet hath he spared thy kingly father's life: Who during life, to thee a double stay, As father, and as husband will remain, With doubled love to ease thy widows want. Of him whose want is cause of thy complaint, Forbear thou therefore all these needless tears, That nip the blossoms of thy beauty's pride. Father, these tears love challengeth of due. But reason saith thou shouldst the same subdue. His funerals are yet before my sight. In endless moans Princes should not delight. The turtle pines in loss of her true mate.
Wilmot, Robert / Hatton, Christopher / Noel, HenryAl., G.Stafford, Roderick
Publication year (edition)
1591
First performance / composition (Annals)
1567 [1567-1568; revised 1591]
First performance (BritDrama)
1568 [Apr] [1566 or 1568-1569]
Theater
before the Court;
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
University/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 178 · TCP A15498 · DEEP 138
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 122–180 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 29 in this edition
Length
492 words · 616 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.732 (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)
Faire daughter, I haue sought thee out with giefe, To ease the sorrowes of thy vexed heart. How long wilt thou torment thy father thus? Who daily dies to see thy needles teares, uch bootlesse plaints that know nor meane nor end but increase the flouds of thy lament, And since the world knowes wel ther e was no want In thee, of ought that did to him belong Yet all thou seest could not his life prolong. Why thē doest thou prouoke the heauens to wrath? His doome of death was dated by his starres, "And who is he that may withstand his fate? By these complaintes small good to him thou doest, Much griefe to me, most hurtvnto thy selfe, And vnto Nature greatest wrong of all. Tell me not of the date of natures daies, Then in the Aprill of her springing age: No, no, it was my cruell destinie, That spited at the pleasance of my life. My daughter knowes the proofe of natures course "For as the heauens do guide the lamp of life "So can they search no further forth the flame, "Then whilst with oyle they do maintain the same. Curst be the starres, and vanish may they curst, Or fall from heauen, that in the dire aspect, Abridgde the health and welfare of my loue. Gismund my ioy, set all these griefes apart, "The more thou art with hard mishap beset, "The more thy patience should procure thine ease. What hope of hap may cheere my haples chance What sighs, what teares may counteruail my cares? What should I do, but still his death bewaile, That was the solace of my life and soule? Now, now I want the wonted guide and stay Of my desires, and of my wreaklesse thoughts, My Lord, my loue, my life, my liking gone, In whome was all the fulnes of my ioy, To whom I gaue the first fruites of my loue, Who with the comfort of his onely sight, All cares and sorrowes could from me remue. But father, now my ioyes forepast to tel, Doe but reuiue the horrors of my hell. As she that seemes in darkenes to behold The gladsome pleasures of the chearefull light. What then auailes thee fruitlesse thus to rue His absence whom the heauens cannot returne: Impartiall death thy husband did subdue, Yet hath he spar'd thy kingly fathers life: Who during life, to thee a double stay, As father, and as husband will remaine, With doubled loue to ease thy widowes want. Ofhim whose want is cause ofthy complaint, Forbeare thou al these needlesse teares, That nippe the blossoms of thy beauties pride. Father, these teares loue chalengeth of due. But reason saith thou shoulds the same subdue. His funerals are yet before my sight. In endles mones Princes should nt delight. The turtle pines in losse of her true mate.