Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
That all is true that here you have declared. Both lay your hands upon the Alcaron. Foul death betide me if I swear not true, And mischief light on me, if I swear false. Mischief and death shall light upon you both. Erastus thou seest what witness hath produced against thee, What answerest thou unto their accusations? That these are Sinon's and myself poor Troy. Now it resteth, I appoint thy death, Wherein thou shalt confess i'll favour thee, For that thou wert beloved of Soliman, Thou shalt forthwith be bound unto that post, And strangled as our Turkish order is. Such favour send all Turks I pray God. I see this train was plotted ere I came, What boots complaining where's no remedy: Yet give me leave before my life shall end, To moan Perseda, and accuse my friend. O unjust Soliman, O wicked time, Where filthy lust must murder honest love. Dispatch, for our time limited is past. Alas, how can he but be short, whose tongue Is fast tide with galling sorrow. Farewell Perseda, no more but that for her: Inconstant Soliman, no more but that for him, Unfortunate Erastus, no more but that for me: Lo this is all, & thus I leave to speak. Marie sir this is a fair warning for me to get me gone. O save his life, if it be possible, I will not lose him for my kingdoms worth, Ah poor Erastus art thou dead already, What bold presumer durst be so resolved, For to bereave Erastus' life from him, Whose life to me was dearer than mine own, Wast thou and thou, Lord marshal bring them hither, And at Erastus' hand let them receive, The stroke of death, whom they have spoiled of life: What is thy hand to weak? than mine shall help, To send them down to everlasting night, To wait upon thee through eternal shade, Thy soul shall not go mourning hence alone: Thus die and thus, for thus you murdered him, But soft methinks he is not satisfied, The breath doth murmur softly from his lips, And bids me kill those bloody witnesses, By whose treachery Erastus died: Lord Marshall, hale them to the tower's top, And throw them headlong down into the valley, So let their treasons with their lives have end. yourself procured us. Is this our hire? Speake not a word, least in my wrathfull surie, I doom you to ten thousand direful torments: And Brusor see Erastus be interred, With honour in a kingly sepulchre, Why when Lord marshal? great Hector's son, Although his age did plead for innocence: Was sooner tumbled from the fatal tower. than are those perjured wicked witnesses. Why now Erastus' Ghost is satisfied: ay, but yet the wicked judge survives, By whom Erastus was condemned to die, Brusor, as thou lovest me stab in the martial, lest he detect us unto the world, By making known our bloody practises, And then will thou and I hoist sail to Rhodes, Where thy Lucina and my Perseda lives.
nodes 1895–1961 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 35 in this edition
Length
510 words · 686 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: 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)
That all is true that heere you haue declard. Both lay your hands vpon the Alcaron. Foule death betide me if I sweare not true, And mischiefe light on me, if I sweare false. Mischiefe and death shall light vpon you both. Erastus thou seest what witnes hath produced against thee, What answerest thou vnto their accusations? That these are Synons and my selfe poore Troy. Now it resteth, I appoint thy death, Wherein thou shalt confesse ile fauour thee, For that thou wert beloued of Soliman, Thou shalt foorthwith be bound vnto that post, And strangled as our Turkish order is. Such fauour send all Turkes I pray God. I see this traine was plotted ere I came, What bootes complaining wheres no remedy: Yet giue me leaue before my life shall end, To moane Perseda, and accuse my friend. O vniust Soliman, O wicked time, Where filthie lust must murther honest loue. Dispatch, for our time limited is past. Alas, how can he but be short, whose tongue Is fast tide with galling sorrow. Farewell Perseda, no more but that for her: Inconstant Soliman, no more but that for him, Vnfortunate Erastus, no more but that for me: Loe this is al, & thus I leaue to speake. Marie sir this is a faire warning for me to get me gon. O saue his life, if it be possible, I will not loose him for my kingdomes worth, Ah poore Erastus art thou dead already, What bould presumer durst be so resolued, For to bereaue Erastus life from him, Whose life to me was dearer then mine owne, VVast thou and thou, Lord marshall bring them het her, And at Erastus hand let them receiue, The stroake of death, whom they haue spoild of life: VVhat is thy hand to weake? then mine shall helpe, To send them downe to euerlasting night, To waite vpon thee through eternall shade, Thy soule shall not go mourning hence alone: Thus die and thus, for thus you murtherd him, But soft me thinkes he is not satisfied, The breath doth murmure softly from his lips, And bids me kill those bloudie witnesses, By whose treacherie Erastus dyed: Lord Marshall, hale them to the towers top, And throw them headlong downe into the valley, So let their treasons with their liues haue end. Your selfe procured vs. Is this our hier? Speake not a word, least in my wrathfull surie, I doome you to ten thousand direfull torments: And Brusor see Erastus be interd, VVith honor in a kingly sepulcher, VVhy when Lord marshall? great Hectors sonne, Although his age did plead for innocence: VVas sooner tumbled from the fatall tower. Then are those periurde wicked witnesses. VVhy now Erastus Ghost is satisfied: I, but yet the wicked Iudge suruiues, By whome Erastus was condemnd to die, Brusor, as thou louest me stab in the marshall, Least he detect vs vnto the world, By making knowne our bloudy practises, And then will thou and I hoist saile to Rhodes, VVhere thy Lucina and my Perseda liues.