Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
Non tam Tincriis excestnat Aetna cavernis, Laesae furtino quam cour mulieris amore. Medea seeing Iason leave her love, And choose the daughter of the Theban king, Went to her devilish charms to work revenge, And raising up the triple Hecate, With all the rout of the condemned fiends, Framed a garland by her magic skill, With which she wrought Iason and Creon's ill. So Guendoline seeing herself misused, And Humber's paramour possess her place, Flies to the dukedom of Cornubia, And with her brother stout Thrasimachus, Gathering a power of Cornish soldiers, Gives battle to her husband and his host, Nigh to the river of great Mertia, The chances of this dismal massacre, That which ensueth shortly will unfold. But tell me cousin, died by brother so? Now who is left to helpless Albion, That as a pillar might uphold our state, That might strike terror to our daring foes? Now who is left to hapless Brittanie, That might defend her from the barbarous hands Of those that still desire her ruinous fall, And seek to work her downfall and decay? I uncle death is our common enemy, And none but death can match our matchless power Witness the fall of Albioneus crew, Witness the fall of Humber and his Hunnes, And this foul death hath now increased our woe, By taking Corineus from this life, And in his room leaving us worlds of care. But none may more bewail his mournful hearse, Than I that am the issue of his loins, Now foul befall that cursed Humbers throat, That was the causer of his lingering wound. Tears cannot raise him from the dead again, But where's my Lady mistress Guendoline? In Cornwall Locrine is my sister now, Providing for my father's funeral. And let her there provide her mourning weeds And mourn for ever her own widowhood. ne'er shall she come within our palace gate, To countercheck brave Locrine in his love. Go boy to Deucolitum, down the Lee, Unto the arch where lovely Estrild lies, Bring her and Sabren straight unto the court, She shall be queen in Guendoline's room. Let others wail for Corineus death, I mean not so to macerate my mind, For him that barred me from my heart's desire. Hath Locrine then forsook his Guendoline? Is Corineus death so soon forgot? If there be gods in heaven, as sure there be, If there be fiends in hell, as needs there must, They will revenge this thy notorious wrong, And power their plagues upon thy cursed head. What prat'st thou peasant to thy sovereign? Or art thou strooken in some ecstasy? Dost thou not tremble at our royal looks? Dost thou not quake when mighty Locrine frowns? Thou beardless boy, wert not that Locrine scorns To vex his mind with such a heartless child, With the sharp point of this my battle-axe, I would send thy soul to Pyriphlegeton.
seed 43: T32 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Nontm Tincriis excestnat Atna caueris Laesae furtino quam cor mlieris amore. Medea seeing Iason leaue her loue, And choose the daughter of the Thebane king, Went to her diuellish charmes to worke reuenge, And raising vp the triple Hecate, With all the rout of the condemned fiends, Framed a garland by her magick skill, With which she wrought Iason and Creons ill. So Guendoline seeing her selfe misvs'd, And Hmbers paramour possesse her place, Flies to the dukedome of Cornubia, And with her brother stout Thrasimachus, Gathering a power of Cornish souldiers, Giues battaile to her husband and his hoste, Nigh to the riuer of great Mertia, The chances of this dismall massacre, That which insueth shortly will vnfold. But tell me cousin, died by brother so? Now who is left to helplesse Albion, That as a piller might vphold our state, That might strike terror to our daring foes? Now who is let to haplesse Brittanie, That might defend her from the barbarous hands Of those that still desire her ruinous fall, And seeke to worke her downfall and decaie? I vncle death is our common enemie, And none but death can match our matchles power Witnesse the fall of Albioneus crewe, Witnesse the fall of Humber and his Hunnes, And this foule death hath now increast our woe, By taking Corineus from this life, And in his roome leauing vs worlds of care. But none may more bewaile his mournful hearse, Then I that am the issue of his loines, Now foule befall that cursed Humbers throat, That was the causer of his lingring wound. Teares cannot raise him from the dead again, But wher's my Ladie mistresse Guendoline? In Cornwall Locrine is my sister now, Prouiding for my fathers unerall. And let her ther prouide her mourning weeds And mourne for euer her owne widdow-hood. Ner shall she come within our pallace gate, To countercheck braue Locrine in his loue. Go boy to Deucolitum, downe the Lee, Vnto the arch where louely Estrild lies, Bring her and Sabren strait vnto the court, She shall be queene in Gendolinas roome. Let others waile for Corineus death, I meane not so to macerate my minde, For him that bard me from my hearts desire. Hath Locrine then forsooke his Guendoline? Is Corineus death so soone orgot? If there be gods in heauen, as sure there be, If there be fiends in hell, as needs there must, They will reuenge this thy notorious wrong, And powre their plagues vpon thy cursed head. What prat'st thou pesant to thy soueraigne Or art thou strooken in some extasie? Doest thou not tremble at our royall lookes? Dost thou not quake when mighty Locrine frowns? Thou beardlesse boy, wert not that Locrine scornes To vexe his mind with such a hartlesse childe, With the sharpe point of this my battale-axe, I would send thy soule to Purilegiton.