Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.71 · 497 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.
YET do I live, and yet doth breath extend My life beyond my life, nor can my grave Shut up my griefs, to make my end my end? Will yet confusion have more than I have? Is th' honour, wonder, glory, pomp and all Of Cleopatra dead, and she not dead? Have I outlived myself, and seen the fall Of all upon me, and not ruined? Can yet these eyes endure the ghastly look Of desolations dark and ugly face, Want but on fortunes fairest side to look, Where nought was but applause, but smiles, and grace? Whiles on his shoulders all my rest relied On whom the burden of m'ambition lay, My Atlas, and supporter of my pride That did the world of all my glory sway, Who now thrown down, disgraced, confounded lies Crushed with the weight of shame and infamy, Following th' unlucky party of my eyes, The trains of lust and imbecility, Whereby my dissolution is become The grave of Egypt and the wrack of all; My unforeseeing weakness must intoome My Country's fame and glory with my fall. Now who would think that I were she who late With all the ornaments on earth enriched, Environed with delights, compassed with state, Glittering in pomp that hearts and eyes bewitched; Should chus distressed, cast down from of that height Levelled with low disgraced calamity, Under the weight of such affliction sigh, Reduced unto th'extremest misery? Am I the woman whose inventive pride, Adorned like Isis, scorned mortality? Is't I would have my frailty so belied That flattery could persuade I was notd? Well now I see they but delude that praise us, Greatness is mocked, prosperity betrays us. And we are but ourselves, although this cloud Of interposed smokes make us seem more: These spreading parts of pomp whereof weare proved, Are not our parts, but parts of others store: Witness these gallant fortune-following trains, These Summer Swallows of felicity Gone with the heat, of all see what remains, This monument, two maids, and wretched I. And I t'adorn their triumphs am reserved. A captive, kept to honour others spoils, Whom Caesar labours so to have preserved, And seeks to entertain my life with wiles. But Caesar, it is more than thou canst do, Promise, flatter, threaten extremity, Employ thy wits and all thy force thereto, I have both hands, and will, and I can die. Though thou of both my country and my crown, Of power, of means & all dost quite bereave me; Though thou hast wholly Egypt made thine own, Yet hast thou left me that which will deceive thee. That courage with my blood and birth innated, Admired of all the earth as thou art now, Can never be so abjectly abated To be thy Slave that ruled as good as thou. Think Caesar I that lived and reigned a Queen, Do scorn to buy my life at such a rate, That I should under neath myself be seen,
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 0–64 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 27 in this edition
Length
497 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.710 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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)
YET do I liue, and yet doth breath extend My life beyond my life, nor can my graue Shut vp my griefes, to make my end my end? Will yet confusion haue more then I haue? Is th' honor, wonder, glory, pompe and all Of Cleopatra dead, and she not dead? Haue I out-liu'd my selfe, and seene the fall Of all vpon me, and not ruined? Can yet these eyes endure the gastly looke Of desolations darke and ougly face, Wont but on fortunes fairest side to looke, Where nought was but applause, but smiles, and grace? Whiles on his shoulders all my rest relide On whom the burthen of m'ambition lay, My Atlas, and supporter of my pride That did the world of all my glory sway, Who now thrown down, disgrac'd, confoūded lies Crusht with the weight of shame and infamie, Following th' vnlucky party of my eies, The traines of lust and imbecilitie, Whereby my dissolution is become The graue of AEgypt and the wracke of all; My vnforeseeing weakenesse must intoome My Countries fame and glory with my fall. Now who would think that I were she who late With all the ornaments on earth inrich'd, Enuiron'd with delights, compast with state, Glittering in pomp that harts and eies bewitch'd; Should chus distrest, cast down from of that heigth Leuell'd with low disgrac'd calamitie, Vnder the waight of such affliction sigh, Reduc'd vnto th'extreamest miserie? Am I the woman whose inuentiue pride, Adorn'd like Isis, skornd mortalitie? Is't I would haue my frailty so belide That flattery could perswade I was notd? Well now I see they but delude that praise vs, Greatnesse is mockt, prosperitie betraies vs. And we are but our selues, although this clowd Of interposed smokes make vs seeme more: These spreading parts of pompe wherof w'are prou'd, Are not our parts, but parts of others store: Witnesse these gallant fortune-following traines, These Summer Swallowes of felicitie Gone with the heate, of all see what remaines, This monument, two maides, and wretched I. And I t'adorne their triumphs am reseru'd. A captiue, kept to honor others spoiles, Whom Caesar labors so to haue preseru'd, And seekes to entertaine my life with wiles. But Caesar, it is more then thou canst do, Promise, flatter, threaten extremitie, Imploy thy wits and all thy force thereto, I haue both hands, and will, and I can die. Though thou of both my country and my crown, Of powre, of means & al doost quite bereaue me; Though thou hast wholy Egypt made thine own, Yet hast thou left me that which will deceiue thee. That courage with my bloud and birth innated, Admir'd of all the earth as thou art now, Can neuer be so abiectly abated To be thy Slaue that rull'd as good as thou. Thinke Caesar I that liu'd and raign'd a Queene, Doe skorne to buy my life at such a rate, That I should vnder neath my selfe be seene,