Anonymous · published 1592 · first performed or written 1592 [c.1589-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.79 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Affright me not with sorrows and laments, And when my soul from body shall depart, Trouble me not but let me pass in peace, And in your silence let your love be shown: My last request for I command no more, Is that my body, with Perseda's be, Interred, where my Erastus lies entombed, And let one Epitaph contain us all: Ah now I feel the paper told me true, The poison is dispersed through every vain, And boil like Aetna in my frying guts, Forgive me dear Erastus my unkindness: I have revenged thy deaths with many deaths, And sweet Perseda fly not Soliman, whenas my gliding ghost shall follow thee, With eager mood, thorough eternal night: And now pale Death sits on my panting soul, And with revenging ire doth tyrannize: And says for Soliman's too much amiss, This day shall be the period of my bliss. I gave Erastus woe and misery, Amidst his greatest joy and jollity. But I that have power in earth and heaven above, Stung them both with never failing love. But I bereft them both of love and life. Of life, but not of love, for even in death, Their souls are knit, though bodies be disjoined, Thou didst but wound their flesh, their minds are free, Their bodies buried, yet they honour me. Hence foolish Fortune, and thou wanton Love, Your deeds are trifles, mine of consequence, I give world's happiness, and woes increase. By joining persons, I increase the world. By wastning all, I conquer all the world, And now to end our difference at last, In this last act, note but the deeds of death, Where is Erastus now but in my triumph? Where are the murderers but in my triumph? Where's judge and witness but in my triumph? Where's false Lucina but in my triumph? Where's fair Perseda but in my triumph? Where's Basilisco but in my triumph? Where's faithful Piston but in my triumph? Where's valiant Brusor but in my triumph? And where's great Soliman but in my triumph? Their loves and fortunes ended with their lives, And they must wait upon the Car of death: Pack Love and Fortune, play in Comedies, For powerful death best fitteth Tragedies. I go, yet Love shall never yield to Death. But Fortune shall, for when I waste the world, Than times and kingdoms Fortunes shall decay. Mean time will Fortune govern as she may. I now will Death in his most haughty pride, Fetch his imperial Car from deepest hell, And ride in triumph through the wicked world, Sparing none but sacred Cynthia's friend, Whom Death did fear before her life began, For holy fates have graven it in their tables, That Death shall die if he attempt her end, Whose life is heavens delight and Cynthia's friend.
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Length
469 words · 628 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.793 (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
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Affright me not with sorrowes and laments, And when my soule from body shall depart, Trouble me not but let me passe in peace, And in your silence let your loue be showne: My last request for I commaund no more, Is that my body, with Persedas be, Interd, where my Erastus lyes intombd, And let one Epitaph containe vs all: Ah now I feele the paper tould me true, The poison is disperst through euery vaine, And boiles like Etna in my frying guts, Forgiue me deere Erastus my vnkindnes: I haue reuengd thy deaths with many deaths, And sweete Perseda flie not Soliman, When as my gliding ghost shall follow thee, With eager moode, thorow eternall night: And now pale Death sits on my panting soule, And with reuenging ire dooth tyrannise: And saies for Solimans too much amisse, This day shall be the peryod of my blisse. I gaue Erastus woe and miserie, Amidst his greatest ioy and iollitie. But I that haue power in earth and heauen aboue, Stung them both with neuer failing loue. But I bereft them both of loue and life. Of life, but not of loue, for euen in death, Their soules are knit, though bodies be disioynd, Thou didst but wound their flesh, their minds are free, Their bodies buried, yet they honour me. Hence foolish Fortune, and thou wanton Loue, Your deedes are trifles, mine of consequence, I giue worlds happines, and woes increase. By ioyning persons, I increase the world. By wastning all, I conquer all the world, And now to end our difference at last, In this last act, note but the deedes of death, VVhere is Erastus now but in my triumph? VVhere are the murtherers but in my triumph? VVheres iudge and witnesse but in my triumph? Wheres falce Lucina but in my triumph? Wheres faire Perseda but in my triumph? VVheres Basilisco but in my triumph? VVheres faithfull Piston but in my triumph? VVheres valiant Brusor but in my triumph? And wheres great Soliman but in my triumph? Their loues and fortunes ended with their liues, And they must wait vpon the Carre of death: Packe Loue and Fortune, play in Commedies, For powerfull death best fitteth Tragedies. I go, yet Loue shall neuer yeeld to Death. But Fortune shall, for when I waste the world, Then times and kingdomes Fortunes shall decay. Meane time will Fortune gouerne as she may. I now will Death in his most haughtie pride, Fetch his imperiall Carre from deepest hell, And ride in triumph through the wicked world, Sparing none but sacred Cynthias friend, Whome Death did feare before her life began, For holy fates haue grauen it in their tables, That Death shall die if he attempt her end, VVhose life is heauens delight and Cynthias friend.