The Spanish Tragedy (Hieronimo is Mad Again) · chunk 22 of 41
Kyd, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1587 [1585-1589; revised c.1597(?) and 1601-2] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.83 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Thus must we toil in other men's extremes, That know not how to remedy our own, And do them justice, when unjustly we: For all our wrongs can compass no redress. But shall I never live to see the day, That I may come (by justice of the heavens) To know the cause that may my cares allay? This toils my body, this consumeth age, That only I to all men just must be, And neither Gods nor men be just to me. Worthy Hieronimo, your office asks, A care to punish such as do transgress. So is't my duty to regard his death, Who when he lived deserved my dearest blood: But come, for that we came for let's begin, For here lies that which bids me to be gone. Bring forth the Prisoner for the Court is set. Gramercy boy, but it was time to come, For I had written to my Lord anew, A nearer matter that concerneth him, For fear his Lordship had forgotten me: But sith he hath remembered me so well, Come, come, come on, when shall we to this gear. Stand forth thou monster, murderer of men, And here for satisfaction of the world, Confess thy folly and repent thy fault, For there's thy place of execution. This is short work, well, to your Martialship First I confess, nor fear I death therefore, I am the man, 'twas I slew Serberine. But sir, than you think this shallbe the place, Where we shall satisfy you for this gear? I Pedringano. Now I think not so. Peace impudent, for thou shalt find it so. For blood with blood, shall while I sit as judge, Be satisfied, and the law discharged. And though myself cannot receive the like, Yet will I see that others have their right. Dispatch, the faults approved and confessed, Hnd by our law he is condemnd to die. Come on sit, are you ready? To do what, my fine officious knave? To go to this gear. O sir, you are to forward, thou wouldst fain furnish me with a halter, to disfurnish me of my habit. So I should go out of this gear my raiment, into that gear the rope. But Hangman, now I spy your knavery, i'll not change without boot, that's flat. Come Sir. So then I must up. No remedy. Yes, but there shallbe for my coming down. Indeed here's a remedy for that. How? be turned off. I truly, come are you ready. I pray sir dispatch, the day goes away. What do you hang by the hour, if you do, I may chance to break your old custom. Faith you have reason, for I am like to break your young neck. Dost thou mock me hangman, pray God I be not preserved to break your knaves pate for this. Alas sir, you are a foot too low to reach it, and I hope you will never grow so high while I am in the office.
nodes 1348–1406 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 41 in this edition
Length
500 words · 652 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.831 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Thus must we toyle in other mens extreames, That know not how to remedie our owne, And doe them iustice, when vniustly we: For all our wrongs can compasse no redresse. But shall I neuer liue to see the day, That I may come (by iustice of the heauens) To know the cause that may my cares allay? This toyles my body, this consumeth age, That onely I to all men iust must be, And neither Gods nor men be iust to me. Worthy Hieronimo, your office askes, A care to punish such as doe transgresse. So ist my duety to regarde his death, Who when he liued deserued my dearest blood: But come, for that we came for lets begin, For heere lyes that which bids me to be gone. Bring forth the Prisoner for the Court is set. Gramercy boy, but it was time to come, For I had written to my Lord anew, A neerer matter that concerneth him, For feare his Lordship had forgotten me: But sith he hath remembred me so well, Come, come, come on, when shall we to this geere. Stand forth thou monster, murderer of men, And heere for satisfaction of the world, Confesse thy folly and repent thy fault, For ther's thy place of execution. This is short worke, well, to your Marshallship First I confesse, nor feare I death therfore, I am the man, twas I slew Serberine. But sir, then you think this shalbe the place, Where we shall satisfie you for this geare? I Pedringano. Now I think not so. Peace impudent, for thou shalt finde it so. For blood with blood, shall while I sit as iudge, Be satisfied, and the law dischargde. And though my selfe cannot receiue the like, Yet will I see that others haue their right. Dispatch, the faults approued and confest, Hnd by our law he is condemnd to die. Come on sit, are you ready? To doo what, my fine officious knaue? To goe to this geere. O sir, you are to forward, thou wouldst faine furnish me with a halter, to disfurnish me of my habit. So I should goe out of this geere my raiment, into that geere the rope. But Hangman, now I spy your knauery, ile not change without boot, thats flt. Come Sir. So then I must vp. No remedie. Yes, but there shalbe for my comming downe. Indeed heers a remedie for that. How? be turned off. I truely, come are you ready. I pray sir dispatch, the day goes away. What doe you hang by the howre, if you doo, I may chance to break your olde custome. Faith you haue reason, for I am like to break your yong neck. Dost thou mock me hangman, pray God I be not preserued to break your knaues pate for this. Alas sir, you are a foot too low to reach it, and I hope you will neuer grow so high while I am in the office.