Daniel, Samuel · published 1599 · first performed or written 1593 [revised 1607] (Annals) tragedy T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.81 · 481 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.
Look how a mother at her sons departing For some far voyage bend to get him fame, Doth entertain him with anidle 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. Feign 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 combattryed twixt Life and Honor.. Life bringing Legions of fresh hopes with her, Armed with the proof 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 in ward foes False flesh and blood, joining with life and hope, Should mutiny against her 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 (saith she,) & 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. Now not an yielding shrink or touch offeare, Consented to bewray least sense of pain: But still in one same sweet unaltred cheer, Her honour did her dying thoughts retain.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1541–1600 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 27 in this edition
Length
481 words · 602 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.808 (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)
Looke how a mother at her sonnes departing For some far voyage bent to get him fame, Doth intertaine him with anidle parling And stil doth speake, and still speakes but the same; Now bids farewell, and now recalls him backe, Tels what was told, and bids againe fare-well, And yet againe recalls; for still doth lacke Something that loue would faine and cannot tell. Pleas'd 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 shew that life desir'd delay. Faine would she entertaine the time as now, And now would faine that Death would seaze vpō her, Whilst I might see presented in her brow, The doubtful combattry'd twixt Life and Honor. Life bringing Legions of fresh hopes with her, Arm'd with the proofe of time, which yeelds we say Comfort and helpe, to such as do refer All vnto him, and can admit delay. But Honour scorning Life, loe forth leades he Bright immortalitie in shining armour: Thorow the rayes of whose cleere glorie, shee Might see Lifes basenes, how much it might harm her. Besides she saw whole armies of Reproches, And base Disgraces, Furies fearfull sad, Marching with Life, and Shame that stil incroches Vpon her face, in bloodie colours clad. Which representments seeing, worse then death She deem'd to yeeld to Life, and therefore chose To render all to Honour, hart and breath; And that with speede, least that her in ward foes False flesh and blood, ioyning with life and hope, Should mutinie against her resolution. And to the end she would not giue them scope, She presently proceedes to th' execution. And sharply blaming of her rebell powres, False flesh (saith she,) & what dost thou conspire 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 enemie Base life, to let my good? No, know there is a greater powre constraines Then can be countercheckt with fearfull 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 haue but life to lose? This hauing said, strengthned in her owne hart, And vnion of herselfe, sences in one Charging togither, she performes that part That hath so great a part of glorie wonne. And so receiues the deadly poysoning touch; That touch that try'd the gold of her loue, pure, And hath confirm'd her honour to be such, As must a wonder to all worlds endure. Now not an yeelding shrinke or touch offeare, Consented to bewray least sence of paine: But still in one same sweete vnaltred cheere, Her honor did her dying thoughts retaine.