Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Well Sir, whosoever claim you, I seize thee for my prisoner. Who will present thee to the Senators. Ah gentle Seruio grant me but one thing, Then take all the profit if thou wilt for me. What sounds of profit pleaseth Seruio: Speak gentle maid, I like thy manners well. Reserve my father in thy prison close, But three days space, and I ask no more. Well I grant thy suit, it shallbe so: Come bear him in hence. Father time shall discover all, till then farewell. Come murderers of my joy, go fly my sight: Bring me my Lelio or you both shall die. Father, the Soldiers tending in his tent, Reports that he is gone to Venice, Ha ha, midst all these melancholy griefs. And with resolved mind to end his days. Ah traitorous boys, 'tis you have driven him hence, Thus villains have you cozened me of fame. And made him conquer me in courtesy, Run post, hie with speed, bring him to me: Redeem my Lelio though you lose your lives, Or I will hate the ground where on you tread, And curse the womb that brought me forth such sons. If we return to Venice we are but dead. Tut villains, tell not me of death. I'll lose you both to have my friend again: Stay but on minute, we are mortal foes, This sword shall soon revenge me on your heads. We go, but father. What wilt thou dally yet? Kill us before we perish by your foes? O misery of man, you will not go, Then stay and see your father with his sword? We go my Lord, O spare your reverent age. Nay spare your words, and spend your feet with haste. What are they gone, ah cruel and unkind, In seeking to save my friend, I lose my sons: Stay, stay my sons, leave me some comfort in my age: Whether wilt thou transport my zealous mind, Let me surfeit in the sin of love: They shall not die, if all must perish, I must perish too. I will to Venice and redeem their lives, Else father, friends, and sons will die together. Usher let those that seek for audience Enter the Court, and move the Senators. Most mighty Duke, most worthy Senators, Walking abroad as is my usual wont: I found Lelio clothed in a base disguise: Him when I saw, I seized and seizing brought, To be presented to your honours here: And in humble wise request the largesse which the state allows Which is a thousand Crowns to him that brings The head of Lelio to the Senators. The Treasurer shall pay thee straight: Scribe give him a warrant, let him be dispatched: Lelio stand forth, art thou the hapless man that slew Sempronio My Lord I confess the fault, and am willing with my death to recompense the deed.
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482 words · 614 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.785 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Well Sir, whoſoeuer clayme you, I ſeiſe thee for my priſoner. Who will preſent thee to the Senators. Ah gentle Seruio grant me but one thing, Then take all the profit if thou wilt for mee. What ſounds of profite pleaſeth Seruio: Speake gentle maide, I like thy manners well. Reſerue my father in thy priſon cloſe, But three daies ſpace, and I aske no more. Well I grant thy ſute, it ſhalbe ſo: Come beare him in hence. Father time ſhall diſcouer all, till then farewell. Come murderers of my ioy, goe flie my ſight: Bring me my Lelio or you both ſhall die. Father, the Souldiers tending in his tent, Reports that he is gone to Venice, Ha ha, mideſt all theſe melancolly griefes. And with reſolued minde to end his daies. Ah traiterous boyes, tis you haue driuen him hence, Thus villaines haue you coſſened mee of fame. And made him conquere me in curteſie, Runne poſt, hie with ſpeed, bring him to me: Redeeme my Lelio though you looſe your liues, Or I will hate the ground where on you tread, And curſe the wombe that brought me forth ſuch ſonnes. If we retorne to Venice we are but dead. Tut villanes, tell not me of death. Ile loſe you both to haue my friend againe: Stay but on mynute, we are mortall foes, This ſword ſhall ſoone reuenge me on your heads. Wee goe, but father. What wilt thou dally yet? Kill vs before we periſh by your foes? O myſery of man, you will not goe, Then ſtay and ſee your father with his ſword? We goe my Lord, O ſpare your reuerent age. Nay ſpare your words, and ſpend your feete with haſt. What are they gone, ah cruel and vnkinde, In ſeeking to ſaue my friend, I looſe my ſonnes: Stay, ſtay my ſonnes, leaue me ſome comfort in my age: Whether wilt thou tranſport my zealous minde, Let me ſurfeit in the ſinne of loue: They ſhall not die, if all muſt periſh, I muſt periſh too. I will to Venice and redeeme their liues, Elſe father, friends, and ſonnes will die togither. Vſher let thoſe that ſeeke for audience Enter the Court, and moue the Senators. Moſt mighty Duke, moſt worthy Senators, Walking abroad as is my vſuall wont: I found Lelio clothed in a baſe diſguiſe: Him when I ſaw, I ſeazd and ſeazing brought, To be preſented to your honors heere: And in humble wiſe requeſt the largis which the ſtate alowes Which is a thouſand Crowns to him that brings The head of Lelio to the Senators. The Treaſorer ſhall pay thee ſtrayght: Scribe giue him a warrant, let him be diſpatched: Lelio ſtand forth, art thou the haples man that ſlew Sempronio My Lord I confeſſe the fault, and am willing with my death to recompence the deed.