Anonymous / Kyd, Thomas / Shakespeare, William / Watson, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Nay and you be so impatient I'll be gone Stay Adam, stay, thou wert wont to be my friend Ask Mosbie how I have incurred his wrath, Bear him from me these pair of silver dice: With which we played for kisses many And when I lost, I won, and so did he: Such winning and such losing, Jove send me, And bid him if his love do not decline, Come this morning but along my door: And as a stranger, but salute me there, This may he do without suspect or fear. I'll tell him what you say, and so farewell. do, and one day I'll make amends for all: I know he loves me well, but dares not come, Because my husband is so jealous: And these my marrow prying neighbours blab, Hinder our meetings when we would confer. But if I live that block shall be removed, And Mosbie, thou that comes to me by stealth shalt neither fear the biting speech of men, Nor Arden's looks, as surely shall he die, as I abhor him, and love only thee. Now now Michael, whether are you going? To fetch my master's nag, I hope you'll think on me. I But Michael see you keep your oath, And be as secret, as you are resolute. I'll see he shall not live above a week. On that condition Michael here is my hand None shall have Mosby's sister but thyself. I understand the Painter here hard by, Hath made report that he and Sue is sure. There's no such matter Michael believe it not, But he hath sent a dagger sticking in a heart, With a verse or two stolen from a painted cloth: The which I hear the wench keeps in her chest, Well let her keep it, I shall find a fellow That can both write and read, and make rhyme too, And if I do, well, I say no more: I'll send from London such a taunting letter, As shall eat the heart he sent with salt, And sling the dagger at the painter's head. What needs all this, I say that Susan's thine Why then I say that I will kill my master Or any thing that you will have me do. But Michael see you do it cunningly. Why, say I should be took, i'll near confess, That you know any thing, and Susan being a Maid, May beg me from the gallows of the sheriff. Trust not to that Michael. You can not tell me, I have seen it I, But mistress tell her whether I live or die. I'll make her more worth than twenty Painters can, For I will rid mine elder brother away: And then the farm of Bolton is mine own. Who would not venture upon house and land? When he may have it for a right down blow. Yonder comes Mosbie, Michael get thee gone, And let not him nor any know thy drifts. Mosbie my love, Away I say, and talk not to me now.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nay and you be so impatient Ile be gone Stay Adam, stay, thou wert wont to be my fr̄d Aske Mosbie how I have incurred his wrath, Beare him from me these paire of silver dice: With which we plaid for kisses manya tme, And when I lost, I wan, and so did hée: Such winning and such losing, Ieue send me, And bid him if his loue doo not decline, Come this morning but along my dore: And as a stranger, but salute me there, This may he doo without suspect or feare. Ile tell him what you say, and so farewell. Doo, and one day Ile make amends for all: I know he loues me well, but dares not come, Because my husband is so Ielious: And these my marrow prying neighbours blab, Hinder our meetings when we would conferre. But if I live that block shall be removed, And Mosbie, thou that comes to me by stelth shalt neither feare the biting speach of men, Nor Ardens lookes, as surely shall he die, as I abhorre him, and loue onely thée. Now now Michaell, whether are you going? To fetch my masters nagge, I hope youle thinke on mee. I But Michaell sée you keepe your oath, And be as secret, as you are resolute. Ile see he shall not liue aboue a weeke. On that condition Michaell here is my hand None shall haue Mosbies sister but thy selfe. I understand the Painter heere hard by, Hath made reporte that he and Sue is sure. There's no such matter Michaell beleeve it not, But he hath sent a dagger sticking in a hart, With a verse or two stollen from a painted cloath: The which I heere the wench kéepes in her chest, Well let her kepe it, I shall finde a fellow That can both write and read, and make rime too, And if I doo, well, I say no more: Ile send from London such a taunting letter, As shall eat the hart he sent with salt, And sling the dagger at the Painters head. What needes all this, I say that Susan's thine Why then I say that I will kill my master Or any thing that you will haue me doo. But Michaell see you doo it cunningly. Why, say I should be tooke, ile nere confesse, That you know any thing, and Susan being a Maide, May begge me from the gallous of the Shriefe. Truste not to that Michaell. You can not tell me, I haue seene it I, But mistres tell her whether I liue or die. Ile make her more woorth then twenty Painters can, For I will rid myne elder brother away: And then the farme of Bolton is mine owne. Who would not venture vpon house and land? When he may haue it for a right downe blowe. Yonder comes Mosbie, Michaell get thee gone, And let not him nor any knowe thy drifts. Mosbie my loue, Away I say, and talke not to me now.