The Wounds of Civil War, or Marius and Scilla · chunk 15 of 38
Lodge, Thomas · published 1594 · first performed or written 1588 [1586-1591] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
The most undaunted words that ever were. The mighty thoughts of his imperious mind, Do wound my heart with terror and remorse. 'tis desperate, not perfect nobleness, For to a man that is prepared to die, The heart should rent, the sleep should leave the eye: But say Pedro, will you do the deed? Mon monsieurs perla sang dieu, me will make a trou so large in ce belly, dat he shall cry hough come une porceau. Featre delay, ill a true me father, he kill my mother. Faith a my troth mon espee: feral fay dun sol dat, Sau, sau, Ieieuera, come il founta pary, me will make a spitchcock of his persona. If he have slain thy father and thy friends, The greater honour shall betide the deed: For to revenge on righteous estimate, Beseems the honour of a French man's name. Mes monsieurs, de fault avoir argent, me no point de argent, no point kill Marius. Thou shalt have forty crowns, will that content thee? Quarante escus, per le pied de Madam, me give more dan four to see pretty damsel, dat have le dulces tettinos, leleures cymbrines. Oh they be fines. Great is the hire and little is the pain, Make therefore quick dispatch, and look for gain. See where he lies in drawing on his death, Whose eyes by gentle slumber sealed up, Present no dreadful visions to his heart. Bien monsieur, le demourera content. Maries tu es mort. Speak die preres in die sleep, for me sall cut off your head from your espaules before you wake. Qui es stia, what kind a man be dis. Why what delays are these, why gaze ye thus? Nostre dame, Iesu estiene, oh my signiors der be a great diable in ce eyes, qui dart de flame, and with de voice d'un bear, cries out, Villain dare you kill Marius. je tremble: aida me signiors, autrement I shall be murdered. What sudden madness daunts this stranger thus? Oh me no can kill Marius, me no dare kill Marius: adieu monsieurs, me be dead si je touch Marius, Marius est une diable. Iesu Maria sava moy. What fury haunts this wretch on sudden thus? Ah my Pausanius I have often heard, That yonder Marius in his infancy Was borne to greater fortunes than we deem: For being scarce from out his cradle crept, And sporting prettily with his compeers, On sudden seven young Eagles soared amain, And kindly perched upon his tender lap. His parents wondering at this strange event, Took counsel of the soothsayers in this, Who told them that these sevenfold eagle's flight, Fore figured his seven times Consulship: And we ourselves (except bewitched with pride) Have seen him six times in the Capitol Accompanied with rods and axes too. And some divine instinct so presseth me, That sore I tremble till I set him free.
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Length
480 words · 677 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.785 (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)
The most vndanted words that euer were. The mightie thoughts of his imperious minde, Do wound my hart with terror and remorse. Tis desperate, not perfect noblenes, For to a man that is preparde to die, The heart should rent, the sleepe should leaue the eye: But say Pedro, will you doo the deed? Mon monsieurs perla sang dieu, mee will make a trou so large in ce belly, dat he sal cry hough come vne porceau. Featre delay, il a true me fade, hee kill my modre. Faith a my trote mon espee: erale fay dun sol dat, Sau, sau, Ieieuera, come il founta pary, me will make a spitch-cock of his persona. If he haue slaine thy father and thy frends, The greater honor shall betide the deed: For to reuenge on righteous estimate, Beseemes the honor of a French mans name. Mes messiers, de fault auoir argent, me no point de argent, no point kill Marius. Thou shalt haue forty crowns, wil that content thee? Quarante escus, per le pied de Madam, me giue more dan foure to se prettie damosele, dat haue le dulces tettinos, leleures cymbrines. Oh they be fines. Great is the hire and little is the paine, Make therefore quicke dispatch, and looke for gaine. See where he lies in drawing on his death, VVhose ies by gentle slumber sealed vp, Present no dreadfull visions to his hart. Bien monsieur, le demourera content. Maries tu es mort. Speake dy preres in dy sleepe, for me sall cut off your head from your espaules before you wake. Qui es stia, what kinde a man be dis. VVhy what delaies are these, why gaze ye thus? Nostre dame, Iesu estiene, oh my siniors der be a great diable in ce eies, qui dart de flame, and with de voice d'un beare, cries out, Villaine dare you kill Marius. Ie tremble: aida me siniors, autrement I shall be murdred. VVhat sodaine madnes daunts this stranger thus? Oh me no can kill Marius, me no dare kill Marius: adieu messiers, me be dead si ie touche Marius, Marius est vne diable. Iesu Maria saua moy. VVhat furie haunts this wretch on sodaine thus? Ah my Pausanius I haue often heard, That yonder Marius in his infancie VVas borne to greater fortunes than we deeme: For being scarce from out his cradle crept, And sporting pretely with his compeeres, On sodaine seuen yong Eagles soard amaine, And kindly pearcht vpon his tender lap. His parents wondring at this strange euent, Tooke counsaile of the Southsaiers in this, VVho told them that these seuen-fold Eagles flight, Fore figured his seuen times Consulship: And we our selues (except bewitcht with pride) Haue seene him sixe times in the Capitoll Accompanyd with rods and axes too. And some diuine instinct so presseth mee, That sore I tremble till I set him free.