Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.80 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
My business passed I will revisit thee. In what a world of troubles am I tossed, To Venice Lelio, rid thy father's cares: I but Brishio will accuse thy breach of faith. But while I here remain his griefs increase, I am resolved, father, friends, farewell, I will to Venice with a merry heart. And in what ear disguise I can provide, Visit Annetta my distressed wife, And so redeem my father's banishment. Bring tortures forth, bring me a cord, Stretch me the villains limbs, force him to confess. What, have I made thee the marquis of Saint Marks And gave thee charge of all the City keys, And hast thou played me such a part, To let those caitiff boys escape my hands. Just God great Duke, can witness it with me, With what great griefs I lost the prisoners. Who doubts but God beholds thy treachery, And therefore the minister of God, Will punish thee and make thee to confess Whether corruption or affliction Made thee discharge the prisoners of my wrath. Rack me to death, show all extremities, You shall but wreck your wraths on Innocence. This is but delaying, rack him I say. Work no injustice great Venetian Duke, Unbind my aged father cruel man, These pangs belongs to none but guilty souls: Inflict them then on those that merit them. What art thou that hinders justice so. The hapless daughter, of this hapless man: I stole my father's keys by night: I freed Orphinio, and Zepheronio. And if this deed do merit death my Lord, Let lose my father, wreck your hate on me. If you be she that set my prisoners free, I am the judge, and sentence thee to die: Slaves strangle her, let Seruio be released. Oh pardon the daughter, let the father die, Why stay you ministers, is not the sentence past, Must I not die? No marry must you not you foolish girl. Good Lord how apt the world is now adays, To find invention to destroy a man: When as the greatest arts of our age, Can never make or hardly mend a man. Great Corridino, let me council thee, If thou wilt punish damned and wretched men: Put me these grey beards quickly from their seats, And rack them sound, and they will confess, How they prefer their gold before their God, Their lands and honours, before their honesty, Or if thou wilt conceive the truth of things, See here the man, who drawn by lawless lust: Did seek sinisterly in time of night, In company of that lewd lecher there, To ravish Lucida Lord Lelios' daughter, And force the mother, in whose just defence, Orphinio and Zepherius drew their swords. Then were these young men justifiers of right: And this lewd man, was he deserved death. Look on this prisoner's face, you know him well, The world esteems him next a kin to you. Fortunio what my son, what means these bands?
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495 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.799 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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My buſines paſt I will reuiſit thee. In what a world of troubles am I toſt, To Venice Lelio, rid thy fathers cares: I but Briſhio will accuſe thy breach of faith. But while I heere remayne his griefes increaſe, I am reſolud, father, frinds, farewell, I will to Venice with a merry hart. And in what eare diſguiſe I can prouide, Viſit Annetta my diſtreſſed wife, And ſo redeeme my fathers baniſhment. Bring tortors forth, bring me a cord, Stretch me the villanes lymes, force him to confeſſe. What, haue I made thee the marqueſſe of Saint Marks And gaue thee charge of all the Citie keyes, And haſt thou playd me ſuch a part, To let thoſe caitiue boyes eſcape my hands. Iuſt God great Duke, can witneſſe it with me, With what great griefes I loſt the priſoners. Who doubtes but God beholds thy treachery, And therefore the miniſter of God, Will puniſh thee and make thee to confeſſe Whether corruption or affliction Made thee diſcharge the priſoners of my wrath. Racke me to death, ſhew all extremities, You ſhall but wrecke your wrathes on Innocenſe. This is but delaying, racke him I ſay. Worke no iniuſtice great Venetian Duke, Vnbind my aged father cruell man, Theſe pangs belongs to none but guiltie ſoules: Inflict them then on thoſe that merit them. What art thou that hinders Iuſtice ſo. The hapleſſe daughter, of this hapleſſe man: I ſtole my fathers keyes by night: I freed Orphinio, and Zepheronio. And if this deed doe meryt death my Lord, Let loſe my father, wrecke your hate on mee. If you be ſhe that ſet my priſoners free, I am the Iudge, and ſentence thee to dye: Slaues ſtrangle her, let Seruio be releaſt. Oh pardon the daughter, let the father dye, Why ſtay you miniſters, is not the ſentence paſt, Muſt I not dye? No marry muſt you not you fooliſh girle. Good Lord how apt the world is now adaies, To finde inuention to deſtroy a man: VVhen as the greateſt arts of our age, Can neuer make or hardely mend a man. Great Corridino, let me councell thee, If thou wilt puniſh damned and wretched men: Put me theſe gray beards quickly from their ſeates, And racke them ſoundly, and they will confeſſe, How they preferre their gold before their God, Their lands and honors, before their honeſtie, Or if thou wilt conceiue the truth of things, See here the man, who drawne by lawleſſe luſt: Did ſeeke ſiniſterly in time of night, In company of that lewd letcher there, To rauiſh Lucida Lord Lelios daughter, And force the mother, in whoſe iuſt defence, Orphinio and Zepherius drew their ſwordes. Then were theſe young men Iuſtifiers of right: And this lewd man, was he deſerued death. Looke on this priſoners face, you know him well, The world eſteemes him next a kin to you. Fortunio what my ſonne, what meanes theſe bands?