Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.80 · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I will not kiss her sir, but give me leave To weep over her, for while she lived, she loved me dearly, and I loved her. If thou didst love her villain as thou saidst, Then wait on her through eternal night. Ah Perseda, how shall I mourn for thee? Fair springing rose, ill plucked before thy time. Ah heavens that hitherto have smiled on me, Why do you unkindly lower on Soliman? The loss of half my Realms, nay crowns decay, Could not have pricked so near unto my heart, As doth the loss of my Perseda's life: And with her life, I likewise lose my love, And with her love my heart's felicity, Even for Erastus' death, the heavens have plagued me. Ah no the heavens did never more accurse me, than when they made me Butcher of my love, Yet justly how can I condemn myself, When Brusor lives that was the cause of all. Come Brusor, help to lift her body up, Is she not fair? even in the hour of death. Was she not constant? As firm as are the poles whereon heaven lies. Was she not chaste? As is Pandora or Diana's thoughts. Then tell me? his treasons set aside, What was Erastus in thy opinion? Fair spoken, wise, courteous, and liberal: Kind, even to his foes, gentle and affable, And all, in all, his deeds heroical. Ah, was he so? how durst thou then ungracious counsellor, First cause me murder such a worthy man, And after tempt so virtuous a woman, Be this therefore the last that ere thou speak: janissaries, take him straight unto the block, Off with his head, and suffer him not to speak. And now Perseda here I lay me down, And on thy beauty still contemplate, Until mine eyes shall surfeit by my gazing: But stay let me see what paper is this. Tyrant my lips were sawst with deadly poison, To plague thy heart that is so full of poison. What am I poisoned? then janissaries, Let me see Rhodes recovered ere I die, Soldiers, assault the town on every side, Spoil all, kill all, let none escape your fury, Say Captain, is Rhodes recovered again. It is my Lord, and stoops to Soliman. Yet that alleys the fury of my pain, Before I die, for doubtless die I must, I, fates, injurious fates, have so decreed, For now I feel the poison 'gins to work, And I am weak even to the very death, Yet some thing more contentedly I die, For that my death was wrought by her device, Who living was my joy, whose death my woe. Ah janissaries now dies your Emperor, Before his age hath seen his mellowed years, And if you ever loved your Emperor,
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Length
464 words · 626 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.802 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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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)
I will not kisse hir sir, but giue me leaue To weepe ouer hir, for while she liued, Sheeloued me deerely, and I loued hir. If thou didst loue hir villaine as thou saidst, Then wait on her thorough eternall night. Ah Perseda, how shall I mourne for thee? Faire springing rose, ill pluckt before thy time. Ah heauens that hitherto haue smilde on me, Why doe you vnkindly lowre on Soliman? The losse of halfe my Realmes, nay crownes decay, Could not haue prickt so neere vnto my heart, As doth the losse of my Persedaes life: And with her life, I likewise loose my loue, And with her loue my hearts felicitie, Euen for Erastus death, the heauens haue plagued me. Ah no the heauens did neuer more accurse me, Then when they made me Butcher of my loue, Yet iustly how can I condemne my selfe, When Brusor liues that was the cause of all. Come Brusor, helpe to lift her bodie vp, Is she not faire? Euen in the houre of death. Was she not constant? As firme as are the poles whereon heauen lies. VVas she not chast? As is Pandora or Dianaes thoughts. Then tell me? his treasons set aside, VVhat was Erastus in thy opinion? Faire spoken, wise, curteous, and liberall: Kinde, euen to his foes, gentle and affable, And all, in all, his deeds heroyacall. Ah, was he so? how durst thou then vngratious Counseller, First cause me murther such a worthy man, And after tempt so vertuous a woman, Be this therefore the last that ere thou speake: Ianisaries, take him straight vnto the block, Off with his head, and suffer him not to speake. And now Perseda heere I lay me downe, And on thy beautie still contemplate, Vntill mine eyes shall surfet by my gasing: But stay let me see what paper is this. Tyrant my lips were sawst with deadly poyson, To plague thy hart that is so full of poison. What am I poisoned? then Ianisaries, Let me see Rhodes recouerd ere I die, Souldiers, assault the towne on euery side, Spoile all, kill all, let none escape your furie, Say Captaine, is Rhodes recouered againe. It is my Lord, and stoopes to Soliman. Yet that alayes the furie of my paine, Before I die, for doubtlesse die I must, I fates, iniurious fates, haue so decreed, For now I feele the poyson gins to worke, And I am weake euen to the very death, Yet some thing more contentedly I die, For that my death was wrought by her deuise, Who liuing was my ioy, whose death my woe. Ah Ianisaries now dyes your Emperour, Before his age hath seene his mellowed yeares, And if you euer loued your Emperour,