Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
You gentle winds that with your modest blasts, Pass through the circuit of the heavenly vault, Enter the clouds unto the throne of Ioue, And bear my prayers to his all hearing ears, For Locrine hath forsaken Guendoline, And learn to love proud Humbers concubine. You happy sprites that in the concave sky With pleasant joy, enjoy your sweetest love, Shed forth those tears with me, which then you shed When first you wood your ladies to your wills, Those tears are fittest for my woeful case, Since Locrine shuns my nothing pleasant face. Blush heavens, blush sun, and hide thy shining beams, Shadow thy radiant locks in gloomy clouds, Deny thy cheerful light unto the world, Where nothing reigns but falsehood and deceit. What said I, falsehood? I that filthy crime, For Locrine hath forsaken Guendoline. Behold the heavens do wail for Guendoline. The shining sun doth blush for Guendoline. The liquid air doth weep for Guendoline. The very ground doth groan for Guendoline. I they are milder than the Britain king, For he rejecteth luckless Guendoline. Sister, complaints are bootless in this cause, This open wrong must have an open plague: This plague must be repaid with grievous war, This war must finish with Locrinus death, His death will soon extinguish our complaints. O no, his death will more augment my woes, He was my husband brave Thrasimachus, More dear to me then the apple of mine eye, Nor can I find in heart to work his scathe. madam if not your proper injuries, Nor my exile, can move you to revenge, Think on our father Corineus words, His words to us stands always for a law, Should Locrine live that caused my father's death? Should Locrine live that now divorceth you? The heavens, the earth, the air, the fire reclaims, And then why should all we deny the same? Then henceforth farewell womanish complaints, All childish pity henceforth then farewell: But cursed Locrine look unto thyself, For Nemesis the mistress of revenge, Sits armed at all points on our dismal blades, And cursed Estrild that inflamed his heart, Shall if I live, die a reproachful death. Mother, though nature makes me to lament, My luckless father's froward lechery, Yet for he wrongs my Lady mother thus, I if I could, myself would work his death. See madame see, the desire of revenge Is in the children of a tender age. Forward brave soldiers into Mertia, Where we shall brave the coward to his face. Tell me Assaracus, are the Cornish chuffs In such great number come to Mertia, And have they pitched there their petty host, So close unto our royal mansion. They are my Lord, and mean incontinent To bid defiance to your majesty. It makes me laugh, to think that Guendoline Should have the heart to come in arms 'gainst me.
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Length
476 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.781 (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)
You gentle winds that with your modest blasts, Passe through the circuit of the heauenly vault, Enter the clouds vnto the throne of Ioue, And beare my praiers to his all hearing eares, For Locrine hath forsaken Guendoline, And learne to loue proud Humbers concubine. You happie sprites that in the concaue skie With pleasant ioy, enioy your sweetest loue, Shead foorth those teares with me, which then you shed Whē first you wood your ladies to your wils, Those teares are fittest for my wofull case, Since Locrine shunnes my nothing pleasant face. Blush heauens, blush sunne, and hide thy shining beams, Shadow thy radiāt locks in gloomy clouds, Denie thy cheerfull light vnto the world, VVhere nothing raigns but falshood and deceit. VVhat said I, falshood? I that filthie crime, For Locrine hath forsaken Guendoline. Behold the heauens do waile for Guendoline. The shining sunne doth blush for Guendoline. The liquid aire doth weep for Guendoline. The verie ground doth grone for Guendoline. I they are milder then the Brittaine king, For he reiecteth lucklesse Guendoline. Sister, complaints are botlesse in this cause, This open wrong must haue an open plague: This plague must be repaid with grieuous warre, This warre must finish with Locrinus death, His death will soone extinguish our complaints. O no, his death wil more augment my woes, He was my husband braue Thrasimachus, More deare to me then the apple of mine eie, Nor can I finde in heart to worke his scathe. Madame if not your proper iniuries, Nor my exile, can moue you to reuenge, Thinke on our father Corineus words, His words to vs stands alwaies for a lawe, Should Locrine liue that caus'd my fathers death? Should Locrine liue that now diuorceth you? The heauens, the earth, the aire, the fire reclaimes, And then why should all we denie the same? Then henceforth farwel womanish complaints, All childish pitie henceforth then farwel: But cursed Locrine looke vnto thy selfe, For Nemesis the mistresse of reuenge, Sits arm'd at all points on our dismall blades, And cursed Estrild that inflamed his heart, Shall if I liue, die a reproachfull death. Mother, though nature makes me to lament, My lucklesse fathers froward lecherie, Yet for he wrongs my Ladie mother thus, I if I could, my selfe would worke his death. See madame see, the desire of reuenge Is in the children of a tender age. Forward braue souldiers into Mertia, Where we shall braue the coward to his face. Tell me Assarachus, are the Cornish chuffes In such great number come to Mertia, And haue they pitched there their pettie hoste, So close vnto our royall mansion. They are my Lord, and meane incontinent To bid defiance to your maiestie. It makes me laugh, to thinke that Guendoline Should haue the hart to come in armes gainst me.