Daniel, Samuel · published 1594 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.76 · 513 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
And here I sacrifice these arms to Death, That Lust late dedicated to Delights: offering up for my last, this last of breath, The complement of my loves dearest rites. With that she bares her arm, and offer makes To touch her death, yet at the touch withdraws, And seeming more to speak, occasion takes, Willing to die, and willing to to pause. Look how a Mother at her sons departing For some far voyage, bent to get him fame, Doth entertain him with an idle parling. And still doth speak, and still speaks but the same; Now bids farewell, and now recalls him back, Tells what was told, and bids again farewell, And yet again recalls; for still doth lack Something that love would feign and cannot tell. Pleased he should go, yet cannot let him go. So she, although she knew there was no way But this, yet this she could not handle so But she must show that life desired delay. fain would she entertain the time as now, And now would feign that Death would seize upon her. Whilst I might see presented in her brow, The doubtful combat tried twixt Life and Honour. Life bringing Legions of fresh hopes with her, Armed with the propose of Time, which yields we say Comfort and Help, to such as do refer All unto him, and can admit delay. But Honour scorning Life, lo forth leads he Bright Immortality in shining armour: Thorough the rays of whose clear glory, she Might see Life's baseness, how much it might harm her. Besides, she saw whole Armies of Reproaches, And base Disgraces, Furies fearful sad, Marching with Life, and Shame that still encroaches Upon her face, in bloody colours clad. Which representments seeing worse than death She deemed to yield to Life, and therefore chose To render all to Honour, heart and breath; And that with speed, lest that her inward foes False flesh and blood, joining with life and hope, Should mutiny against resolution. And to the end she would not give them scope, She presently proceeds to th'execution. And sharply blaming of her rebel powers, False flesh, (sayth she,) and what dost thou conspire With Caesar to, as thou wert none of ours, To work my shame, and hinder my desire? Wilt thou retain in closure of thy veins, That enemy Base life, to let my good? No, know there is a greater power constrains Then can be counterchecked with fearful blood. For to the mind that's great, nothing seems great. And seeing death to be the last of woes, And life lasting disgrace, which I shall get, What do I lose, that have but life to lose? This having said, strengthened in her own heart, And union of herself senses in one Charging together, she performs that part That hath so great a part of glory won. And so receives the deadly poisoning touch. That touch that tried the gold of her love pure, And hath confirmed her honour to be such, As must a wonder to all worlds endure.
nodes 1488–1551 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 26 in this edition
Length
513 words · 641 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.756 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · 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 I sacrifize these armes to Death, That Lust late dedicated to Delights: Offling vp for my last, this last of breath, The complement of my loues deerest rites. With that shee bares her arme, and offer makes To touch her death, yet at the touch with-drawes, And seeming more to speake, occasion takes, Willing to die, and willing to to pause. Looke how a Mother at her sonnes departing For some far voyage, bent to get him fame, Doth intertaine him with an idle parling. And still doth speake, and still speakes but the same; Now bids farewell, and now recalls him back, Tells what was told, and bids againe fare-well, And yet againe recalls; for still doth lack Something that loue would faine and cannot tell. Pleas'd hee should goe, yet cannot let him goe. So shee, although shee knew there was no way But this, yet this shee could not handle so But shee must shew that life desir'd delay. Faine would shee entertaine the time as now, And now would faine yt Death would seaze vpō her. Whilst I might see presented in her brow, The doubtfull combat tryde twixt Life and Honor. Life bringing Legions of fresh hopes with her, Arm'd with the proose of Time, which yeelds we say Comfort and Help, to such as doe refer All vnto him, and can admit delay. But Honor scorning Life, loe forth leades he Bright Immortalitie in shyning armour: Thorow the rayes of whose cleere glory, shee Might see Lifes basenes, how much it might harm her. Besides, shee saw whole Armies of Reproches, And base Disgraces, Furies fearefull sad, Marching with Life, and Shame that still incroches Vppon her face, in bloody collours clad. Which representments seeing worse then death Shee deem'd to yeeld to Life, and therfore chose To render all to Honour, hart and breath; And that with speede, least that her inward foes False flesh and blood, ioyning with lyfe and hope, Should mutinie againsther resolution. And to the end shee would not giue them scope, Shee presently proceeds to th'execution. And sharply blaming of her rebell powres, False flesh, (sayth shee,) and what dost thou cōspire With Caesar to, as thou wert none of ours, To worke my shame, and hinder my desire? Wilt thou retaine in closure of thy vaines, That enemy Base life, to let my good? No, know there is a greater powre constraines Then can be countercheckt with fearefull blood. For to the minde that's great, nothing seemes great. And seeing death to be the last of woes, And life lasting disgrace, which I shall get, What doe I lose, that haue but life to lose? This hauing said, strengthned in her owne hart, And vnion of her selfe sences in one Charging together, shee performes that part That hath so great a part of glory wonne. And so receiues the deadly poysning touch. That touch that tryde the gold of her loue pure, And hath confirm'd her honor to be such, As must a wonder to all worlds endure.