Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.83 · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Stay you that bear the Coarse, & set it down. What black Magician conjures up this Fiend, To stop devoted charitable deeds? Villains set down the Coarse, or by S. Paul, I'll make a Coarse of him that disobeyes. My Lord stand back, and let the Coffin pass. Unmannered Dog, Standest thou when I command: Advance thy Halberd higher than my breast, Or by S. Paul I'll strike thee to my Foot, And spurn upon thee Beggar for thy boldness. What do you tremble? are you all afraid? Alas, I blame you not, for you are Mortal, And Mortal eyes cannot endure the Devil. Avaunt thou dreadful minister of Hell; Thou hadst but power over his Mortal body, His Soul thou canst not have: Therefore be gone. Sweet Saint, for Charity, be not so cursed. Fowl Devil, For God's sake hence, and trouble us not, For thou hast made the happy earth thy Hell: Filled it with cursing cries, and deep exclaims: If thou delight to view thy heinous deeds, Behold this pattern of thy Butcheries. Oh Gentlemen, see, see dead Henry's wounds, Open their congealed mouths, and bleed afresh. Blush, blush, thou lump of fowl Deformity: For 'tis thy presence that exhales this blood From cold and empty Veins where no blood dwells. Thy Deeds inhuman and unnatural, Provokes this Deluge most unnatural. O God! which this Blood mad'st, revenge his death: O Earth! which this Blood drinkest, revenge his death. Either Heaven with Lightning strike the murderer dead: Or Earth gape open wide, and eat him quick, As thou dost swallow up this good King's blood, Which his Hell-gouerned arm hath butchered. Lady, you know no Rules of Charity, Which renders good for bad, Blessings for Curses. Villain, thou knowst nor law of God nor Man, No Beast so fierce, but knows some touch of pity. But I know none, and therefore am no Beast. O wonderful, when devils tell the truth! More wonderful, when Angels are so angry: Vouchsafe (divine perfection of a Woman) Of these supposed Crimes, to give me leave By circumstance, but to acquit myself. Vouchsafe (defused infection of man) Of these known evils, but to give me leave By circumstance, to curse thy cursed Self. Fairer than tongue can name thee, let me have Some patiented leisure to excuse myself. Fouler than heart can think thee, Thou canst make no excuse currant, But to hang thyself. By such despair, I should accuse myself. And by despairing shalt thou stand excused, For doing worthy Vengeance on thyself, That didst unworthy slaughter upon others. Say that I slew them not. Then say they were not slain: But dead they are, and devilish slave by thee. I did not kill your Husband. Why then he is alive. Nay, he is dead, and slain by Edward's hands.
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Length
470 words · 665 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.833 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Stay you that beare the Coarſe, & ſet it down. What blacke Magitian coniures vp this Fiend, To ſtop deuoted charitable deeds? Villaines ſet downe the Coarſe, or by S. Paul, Ile make a Coarſe of him that diſobeyes. My Lord ſtand backe, and let the Coffin paſſe. Vnmanner'd Dogge, Stand'ſt thou when I commaund: Aduance thy Halbert higher then my breſt, Or by S. Paul Ile ſtrike thee to my Foote, And ſpurne vpon thee Begger for thy boldneſſe. What do you tremble? are you all affraid? Alas, I blame you not, for you are Mortall, And Mortall eyes cannot endure the Diuell. Auant thou dreadfull miniſter of Hell; Thou had'ſt but power ouer his Mortall body, His Soule thou canſt not haue: Therefore be gone. Sweet Saint, for Charity, be not ſo curſt. Foule Diuell, For Gods ſake hence, and trouble vs not, For thou haſt made the happy earth thy Hell: Fill'd it with curſing cries, and deepe exclaimes: If thou delight to view thy heynous deeds, Behold this patterne of thy Butcheries. Oh Gentlemen, ſee, ſee dead Henries wounds, Open their congeal'd mouthes, and bleed afreſh. Bluſh, bluſh, thou lumpe of fowle Deformitie: For 'tis thy preſence that exhales this blood From cold and empty Veines where no blood dwels. Thy Deeds inhumane and vnnaturall, Prouokes this Deluge moſt vnnaturall. O God! which this Blood mad'ſt, reuenge his death: O Earth! which this Blood drink'ſt, reuenge his death. Either Heau'n with Lightning ſtrike the murth'rer dead: Or Earth gape open wide, and eate him quicke, As thou doſt ſwallow vp this good Kings blood, Which his Hell-gouern'd arme hath butchered. Lady, you know no Rules of Charity, Which renders good for bad, Bleſſings for Curſes. Villaine, thou know'ſt nor law of God nor Man, No Beaſt ſo fierce, but knowes ſome touch of pitty. But I know none, and therefore am no Beaſt. O wonderfull, when diuels tell the truth! More wonderfull, when Angels are ſo angry: Vouchſafe (diuine perfection of a Woman) Of theſe ſuppoſed Crimes, to giue me leaue By circumſtance, but to acquit my ſelfe. Vouchſafe (defus'd infection of man) Of theſe knowne euils, but to giue me leaue By circumſtance, to curſe thy curſed Selfe. Fairer then tongue can name thee, let me haue Some patient leyſure to excuſe my ſelfe. Fouler then heart can thinke thee, Thou can'ſt make no excuſe currant, But to hang thy ſelfe. By ſuch diſpaire, I ſhould accuſe my ſelfe. And by diſpairing ſhalt thou ſtand excuſed, For doing worthy Vengeance on thy ſelfe, That did'ſt vnworthy ſlaughter vpon others. Say that I ſlew them not. Then ſay they were not ſlaine: But dead they are, and diuelliſh ſlaue by thee. I did not kill your Husband. Why then he is aliue. Nay, he is dead, and ſlaine by Edwards hands.