Anonymous · published 1596 · first performed or written 1594 [Oct 23] (Annals) tragicomedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.83 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
By breach of prison they have forfeited. No my Lord, for they were unjustly punished. I pardon thee Fortunio for all thy wrongs, For pleading zealously for innocents. But if thou keep my father from the sword, I'll pay thee further kindness than I owe. Prevent not zealous faith you angry heavens, Let raging rigour stay till Brishio come, What live they yet, lives Lelio, live my sons, Bound, censured, priest to die, the headsman here, Come let me make the fourth, thou minister, Lead me to death with these, if these must die. How dares thy child Brishio visit us? Fearest thou not law? Yes prince I honour law, And for the love I bear to justice now, I come to pay my ransom of contempt, And leave my life in Venice for my crime. Thy fault deserves not death, The law requires a hundred crowns for penalty from thee I have no crowns, my head must be my coin, I had one friend, and you will rob me of him, I have two sons, and they are bound to die, Thus all my wealth is in your hands my Lords Give these to me, give me these living joys, For whom I have adventured breach of law, Then take this hand, cut it off for one, And take this other, cut it off for him, But take for this my body, heart, and all, Ah Lelio, Lelio, couldst thou serve me so. We look for money Brishio, not for plaints. You shall have money, here receive my dowry, I'll pay my grandsires penalty myself. No, no, redeem the younger sort, let me die. Mighty, magnificent, and gracious lord, Why stay you silly souls with dalliance, Command these murdering hands to cut my throat, And if that justice flourish in this state, Pity my father, friend, my joy and weal. Call not for death my son, he calls not thee, For pity Corrodino censure me, For if I lose these, I must lose my life, And if I lose him, I lose my soul, Then let us all have life, or lets all die, Taxing this state with inhumanity. Draw all these soldiers presently apart, The Senators will counsel of these events. Let virtue live, let villainy be slain, let Lelio live, for virtue lives in him, O pity thy camp is pitched here, But grief and sorrow that remaineth here, But faith and honesty that remaineth here, Come Charity and lend to me a tongue, Else Penitent Experience is quite undone. Thou hast a tongue, then rave not so. I have no tongue because I cannot show, Nor tell to thee the secrets of my thoughts, I have no speech but such as help me not, But such as sings thy virtue, thy deserts, Thy bounty, thy true heart, thy honesty, O were there one could find Sempronio out, How might we make a famous comedy.
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488 words · 640 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.833 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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By breach of priſon they haue forfeted. No my Lord, for they were vniuſtly puniſhed. I pardon thee Fortunio for all thy wrongs, For pleading zealouſly for innocents. But if thou keepe my father from the ſword, Ile paie thee further kindnes than I owe. Preuent not zealous faith you angrie heauens, Let raging rigor ſtay till Briſhio come, What liue they yet, liues Lelio, liue my ſonnes, Bound, cenſured, preſt to die, the heads-man heere, Come let me make the fourth, thou miniſter, Leade me to death with theſe, if theſe muſt die. How dares thy child Briſhio viſit vs? Feareſt thou not law? Yes prince I honor law, And for the loue I beare to iuſtice now, I come to paie my ranſome of contempt, And leaue my life in Venice for my crime. Thy fault deſerues not death, The law requires a hundred crowns for penalty frō thee I haue no crownes, my head muſt be my coine, I had one friend, and you will rob me of him, I haue two ſonnes, and they are bound to die, Thus all my wealth is in your hands my Lords Giue theſe to me, giue me theſe liuing ioyes, For whom I haue aduentured breach of law, Then take this hand, cut it off for one, And take this other, cut it off for him, But take for this my bodie, hart, and all, Ah Lelio, Lelio, couldſt thou ſerue me ſo. We looke for monie Briſhio, not for plaints. You ſhall haue monie, heere receiue my dowrie, Ile paie my grandſires penaltie my ſelfe. No, no, redeeme the yonger ſort, let me die. Mightie, magnificent, and gracious lord, Why ſtaie you ſilly ſoules with dalliance, Command theſe murdering hands to cut my throate, And if that iuſtice floriſh in this ſtate, Pittie my father, friend, my ioy and weale. Call not for death my ſonne, he cals not thee, For pittie Corrodino cenſure me, For if I looſe theſe, I muſt looſe my lyfe, And if I looſe him, I looſe my ſoule, Then let vs all haue lyfe, or lets all die, Taxing this ſtate with inhumanitie. Drawe all theſe ſouldiers preſently apart, The Senators will counſell of theſe euents. Let vertue liue, let villanie be ſlaine, let Lelio liue, for vertue liues in him, O pittie thy campe is pitched heere, But griefe and ſorrow that remaineth here, But faith and honeſtie that remaineth here, Come Charitie and lend to me a tong, Elſe Penitent Experience is quite vndone. Thou haſt a tongue, then raue not ſo. I haue no tongue becauſe I cannot ſhew, Nor tell to thee the ſecrets of my thoughts, I haue no ſpeech but ſuch as helpe me not, But ſuch as ſings thy vertue, thy deſerts, Thy bountie, thy true heart, thy honeſtie, O were there one could find Sempronio out, How might we make a famous comedie.