The Spanish Tragedy (Hieronimo is Mad Again) · chunk 30 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 0.81 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
And here is my lease. But wherefore stands yond silly man so mute, With mournful eyes and hands to heaven upreared? Come hither father, let me know thy cause. O worthy sir, my cause but slightly known, May move the hearts of warlike Myrmidons, And melt the Corsic rocks with ruthful tears. Say Father, tell me what's thy suit? No sir, could my woes Give way unto my most distressful words, Then should I not in paper as you see, With ink bewray, what blood began in me. What's here? the humble supplication Of Don Bazulto for his murdered son. I Sir. No sir, it was my murdered son, oh my son. My son, oh my son Horatio. But mine, or thine, Bazulto be content. Here, take my handkercher and wipe thine eyes, Whiles wretched I, in thy mishaps may see, The lively portrait of my dying self, O no, not this, Horatio this was thine, And when I dyde it in thy dearest blood, This was a token twixt thy soul and me, That of thy death revenged I should be. But here, take this, and this, what my purse? I this and that, and all of them are thine, For all as one are our extremities. Oh, see the kindness of Hieronimo. This gentleness shows him a Gentleman. See, see, oh see thy shame Hieronimo, See here a loving Father to his son: Behold the sorrows and the sad laments, That he delivereth for his sons decease. If loves effects so strives in lesser things, If love enforce such moods in meaner wits, If love express such power in poor estates: Hieronimo, whenas a raging Sea, tossed with the wind and tide over turnest then The upper billows course of waves to keep, Whilst lesser waters labour in the deep. Then shamest thou not Hieronimo to neglect, The sweet revenge of thy Horatio. Though on this earth justice will not be found: I'll down to hell and in this passion, Knock at the dismal gates of Pluto's Court, Getting by force as once Alcides did, A troop of furies and tormenting hags, To torture Don Lorenzo and the rest. Yet lest the triple headed porter should, Deny my passage to the slimy strand: The Thracian Poet thou shalt counterfeit: Come on old Father be my Orpheus, And if thou canst no notes upon the Harp, Then sound the burden of thy sore heart's grief, Till we do gain that Proserpine may grant, Revenge on them that murdered my Son, Then will I rent and tear them thus and thus, Shivering their limbs in pieces with my teeth. Oh sir my Declaration. Save my bond. Save my bond. Alas my lease, it cost me ten pound, And you my Lord have torn the same. That can not be, I gave it never a wound, Show me one drop of blood fall from the same: How is it possible I should stay it then, Tush no, run after, catch me if you can.
nodes 1887–1954 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 41 in this edition
Length
503 words · 680 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.811 (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)
And heere is my lease. But wherefore stands yon silly man so mute, With mournfull eyes and hands to heauen vprearde? Come hether father, let me know thy cause. O worthy sir, my cause but slightly knowne, May mooue the harts of warlike Myrmy dons, And melt the Corsicke rockes with ruthfull teares. Say Father, tell me whats thy sute? No sir, could my woes Giue way vnto my most distresfull words, Then should I not in paper as you see, With incke bewray, what blood began in me. Whats heere? the humble supplication Of Don Bazulto for his murdred sonne. I Sir. No sir, it was my murdred sonne, oh my sonne. My sonne, oh my sonne . But mine, or thine, be content. Heere, take my hand-kercher and wipe thine eies, Whiles wretched I, in thy mishaps may see, The liuely portraict of my dying selfe, O no, not this, Horatio this was thine, And when I dyde it in thy deerest blood, This was a token twixt thy soule and me, That of thy death reuenged I should be. But heere, take this, and this, what my purse? I this and that, and all of them are thine, For all as one are our extremeties. Oh, see the kindenes of Hieronimo. This gentlenes shewes him a Gentleman. See, see, oh see thy shame Hieronimo, See heere a louing Father to his sonne: Beholde the sorrowes and the sad laments▪ That he deliuereth for his sonnes dicease. If loues effects so striues in lesser things, If loue enforce such moodes in meaner wits, If loue expresse such power in poore estates: Hieronimo, When as a raging Sea, Tost with the winde and tide ore turnest then The vpper billowes course of waues to keep, Whilest lesser waters labour in the deepe. Then shamest thou not Hieronimo to neglect, The sweet reuenge of thy Horatio. Though on this earth iustice will not be found: Ile downe to hell and in this passion, Knock at the dismall gates of Plutos Court, Getting by force as once Alcides did, A troupe of furies and tormenting hagges, To torture Don Lorenzo and the rest. Yet least the triple headed porter should, Denye my passage to the slimy strond: The Poet thou shalt counterfeite: Come on olde Father be my Orphes, And if thou canst no notes vpon the Harpe, Then sound the burden of thy fore harts greefe, Till we do gaine that Proserpine may graunt, Reuenge on them that murdred my Sonne, Then will I rent and teare them thus and thus, Shiuering their limmes in peeces with my teeth. Oh sir my Declaration. Saue my bond. Saue my bond. Alas my lease, it cost me ten pound, And you my Lord haue torne the same. That can not be, I gaue it neuer a wound, Shew me one drop of bloud fall from the same: How is it possible I should stay it then, Tush no, run after, catch me if you can.