Peele, George / Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.83 · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
If thou didst know me, Thou wouldst talk with me. I am not mad, I know thee well enough, Witness this wretched stump, Witness these crimson lines, Witness these Trenches made by grief and care, Witness the trying day, and heavy night, Witness all sorrow, that I know thee well For our proud Empress, Mighty Tamora: Is not thy coming for my other hand? Know thou sad man, I am not Tamora, She is thy Enemy, and I thy Friend, I am Revenge sent from th' infernal Kingdom, To ease the gnawing Vulture of the mind, By working wreakful vengeance on my Foes: Come down and welcome me to this world's light, Confer with me of Murder and of Death, there's not a hollow Cave or lurking place, No Vast obscurity, or Misty vale, Where bloody Murder or detested Rape, Can couch for fear, but I will find them out, And in their ears tell them my dreadful name, Revenge, which makes the foul offenders quake. Art thou Revenge? and art thou sent to me, To be a torment to mine Enemies? I am, therefore come down and welcome me. Do me some service ere I come to thee: Lo by thy side where Rape and Murder stands, Now give some surance that thou art Revenge, Stab them, or tear them on thy Chariot wheels, And then I'll come and be thy Waggoner, And whirl along with thee about the Globes. Provide thee two proper Palfreys, as black as jet, To hale thy vengeful Wagon swift away, And find out Murder in their guilty cares. And when thy Car is loaden with their heads, I will dismount, and by the Wagon wheel, Trot like a Servile footman all day long, Even from Eptons rising in the East, Until his very downfall in the Sea. And day by day I'll do this heavy task, So thou destroy Rapine and Murder there. These are my Ministers, and come with me. Are them thy Ministers, what are they called? Rape and Murder, therefore called so, Cause they take vengeance of such kind of men. Good Lord how like the Empress' Son? they are, And you the Empress: But we worldly men, Have miserable mad mistaking eyes: Oh sweet Revenge, now do I come to thee, And if one arms embracement will content thee, I will embrace thee in it by and by. This closing with him, fits his Lunacy, What ere I forge to feed his brainsick fits, Do you uphold, and maintain in your speeches, For now he firmly takes me for Revenge, And being Credulous in this mad thought, I'll make him send for Lucius his Son, And whilst I at a Banquet hold him sure, I'll find some cunning practice out of hand To scatter and disperse the giddy Goths, Or at the least make them his Enemies: See here he comes, and I must play my theme.
Peele, George / Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas
Publication year (edition)
1623
First performance / composition (Annals)
1594 [Jan 23 (24); poss. written 1590-1592]
First performance (BritDrama)
1592 [1584-1594]
Company (BritDrama)
Pembroke's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 214 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.27
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2176–2238 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 40 in this edition
Length
488 words · 635 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.828 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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)
If thou did'ſt know me, Thou would'ſt talke with me. I am not mad, I know thee well enough, Witneſſe this wretched ſtump, Witneſſe theſe crimſon lines, Witneſſe theſe Trenches made by griefe and care, Witneſſe the trying day, and heauie night, Witneſſe all ſorrow, that I know thee well For our proud Empreſſe, Mighty Tamora: Is not thy comming for my other hand? Know thou ſad man, I am not Tamora, She is thy Enemie, and I thy Friend, I am Reuenge ſent from th' infernall Kingdome, To eaſe the gnawing Vulture of the mind, By working wreakefull vengeance on my Foes: Come downe and welcome me to this worlds light, Conferre with me of Murder and of Death, Ther's not a hollow Caue or lurking place, No Vaſt obſcurity, or Miſty vale, Where bloody Murther or deteſted Rape, Can couch for feare, but I will finde them out, And in their eares tell them my dreadfull name, Reuenge, which makes the foule offenders quake. Art thou Reuenge? and art thou ſent to me, To be a torment to mine Enemies? I am, therefore come downe and welcome me. Doe me ſome ſeruice ere I come to thee: Loe by thy ſide where Rape and Murder ſtands, Now giue ſome ſurance that thou art Reuenge, Stab them, or teare them on thy Chariot wheeles, And then Ile come and be thy Waggoner, And whirle along with thee about the Globes. Prouide thee two proper Palfries, as blacke as Iet, To hale thy vengefull Waggon ſwift away, And finde out Murder in their guilty cares. And when thy Car is loaden with their heads, I will diſmount, and by the Waggon wheele, Trot like a Seruile footeman all day long, Euen from Eptons riſing in the Eaſt, Vntill his very downefall in the Sea. And day by day Ile do this heauy taske, So thou deſtroy Rapine and Murder there. Theſe are my Miniſters, and come with me. Are them thy Miniſters, what are they call'd? Rape and Murder, therefore called ſo, Cauſe they take vengeance of ſuch kind of men. Good Lord how like the Empreſſe Son? they are, And you the Empreſſe: But we worldly men, Haue miſerable mad miſtaking eyes: Oh ſweet Reuenge, now do I come to thee, And if one armes imbracement will content thee, I will imbrace thee in it by and by. This cloſing with him, fits his Lunacie, What ere I forge to feede his braine-ſicke fits, Do you vphold, and maintaine in your ſpeeches, For now he firmely takes me for Reuenge, And being Credulous in this mad thought, Ile make him ſend for Lucius his Sonne, And whil'ſt I at a Banquet hold him ſure, Ile find ſome cunning practiſe out of hand To ſcatter and diſperſe the giddle Gothes, Or at the leaſt make them his Enemies: See heere he comes, and I muſt play my theame.