Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1596 [1594-1596] (Annals) tragedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.83 · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Well, I'll be gone and not trouble you. So shalt thou win my favour, take thou this, Commend me to my Father, farewell good fellow. Yet for all this will I not part from hence. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorde with the dearest morsel of the earth. Thus I enforce thy rotten jaws to open. This is that banished haughty Mountague, That murdered my loves cozen, I will apprehend him. Stop thy unhallowed toil vile Mountague. Can vengeance be pursued further than death? I do attach thee as a felon here. The Law condemns thee, therefore thou must die, I must indeed, and therefore came I hither, Good youth begone, tempt not a desperate man. Heap not another sin upon my head By shedding of thy blood, I do protest I love thee better than I love myself: For I come hither armed against myself, I do defy thy conjurations: And do attach thee as a felon here. What dost thou tempt me, then have at thee boy. O Lord they fight, I will go call the watch. Ah I am slain, if thou be merciful Open the tomb, lay me with Iuliet. I'faith I will, let me peruse this face, Mercutio's kinsman, noble County Paris? What said my man, when my betossed soul Did not regard him as we passed a long. Did he not say Paris should have married Iuliet? either he said so, or I dreamt it so. But I will satisfy thy last request, For thou hast prized thy love above thy life. Death lie thou there, by a dead man interred, How oft have many at the hour of death been blithe and pleasant? which their keepers call A lightning before death But how may I Call this a lightning. Ah dear Iuliet, How well thy beauty doth become this grave? O I believe that unsubstanciall death, Is amorous, and doth court my love. Therefore will I, O here, O ever here, Set up my everlasting rest With worms, that are thy chamber maids. Come desperate Pilot now at once run on The dashing rocks thy seasick weary barge. Heers to my love. O true Apothecary: Thy drugs are swift: thus with a kiss I die. How oft to night have these my aged feet Stumbled at graves as I did pass along. Whose there? A friend and one that knows you well. Who is it that consorts so late the dead, What light is yond? if I be not deceived, Me thinks it burns in Capulets monument? It doth so holy Sir, and there is one That loves you dearly. Who is it? Romeo. How long hath he been there? Full half an hour and more. Go with me thither. I dare not sir, he knows not I am here: On pain of death he charged me to be gone, And not for to disturb him in his enterprise.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1773–1837 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 35 in this edition
Length
488 words · 636 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.830 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Well, Ile be gone and not trouble you. So shalt thou win my sauour, take thou this, Commend me to my Father, farwell good fellow. Yet for this will I not pat hence. Thou detestable maw, thou womb of death, Gorde with the dearest morsell of the earth. Thus I enforce thy rotten iawes to ope. This is that banisht haughtie Mount, That murderd my loues cosen, I will apprehend hm. Stop thy vnhallowed toyle vile Mountagu. Can vengeance be pursued urther then deah? I do attach thee as a fellon heere. The Law condemnes thee, therfore thou dy, I must indeed, and therefore came I ther, Good youth beg, ompt not a desperate man. Heape not another sinne vpon my head By sheding of thy bloud, I doe protest I loue thee better then I loue my selfe: For I come hyther armde against my selfe, I doe deie thy coniurations: And doe attach thee as a fellon heere. What dost thou tempt me, then haue at thee boy. O Lord they fight, I will goe call the watch. Ah I am slaine, if thou be mercifull Open the tombe, lay me with Iuliet. Yfaith I will, let me peruse this face, Mercuios kinsman, noble County Paris? What said my man, when my betossed soule Did not regard him as we past a long. Did he not say Paris should haue maried Iuliet? eyther he said so, or I dreamd it so. But I will satisfie thy last request, For thou hast prizd thy loue aboue thy life. Death lye thou there, by a dead man interd, How oft haue many at the houre of death Bene blith and pleasant? which their keepers call A lightning before death But how may I Call this a lightning. Ah deare Iuliet, How well thy beauty doth become this graue? O I beleeue that vnsubstanciall death, Is amorous, and doth court my loue. Therefore will I, O heere, O euer heere, Set vp my euerlasting rest With wormes, that are thy chamber mayds. Come desperate Pilot now at once runne on The dashing rockes thy sea-icke weary barge. Heers to my loue. O true Apothecary: Thy drugs are swift: thus with a kisse I dye. How oft to night haue these my aged feete Stumbled at graues as I did passe along. Whose there? A frend and one that knowes you well. Who is it that consorts so late the dead, What light is yon? if I be not deceiued, Me thinkes it burnes in Capels monument? It doth so holy Sir, and there is one That loues you dearely. Who is it? Romeo. How long hath he beene there? Full halfe an houre and more. Goe with me thether. I dare not sir, he knowes not I am heere: On paine of death he chargde me to be gone, And not for to disturbe him in his enterprize.