Heywood, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [1592-1599] (Annals) history · Derby's (Strange's) Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.76 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I pray thee do not speak of graves sweet heart, Indeed thou frightest me. Why my Lord Brother, did not our Tutor teach us, That when at night we want unto our bed, We still should think we sent unto our grave. Yes that's true, that we should do as every christian ought. To be prepared to die at every hour, but I am heavy. Indeed and so am I. Then let us say our prayers and go to bed. What, bleeds your Grace? I two drops and no more. God bless us both, and I desire no more, Brother see here what David says, and so say I Lord in thee will I trust although I die. Go lay ye down, but never more to rise, I have put my hand into the foulest murder, That ever was committed since the world, The very senseless stones here in the walls, Break out in tears but to behold the fact, methinks the bodies lying dead in graves, Should rise and cry against us O hark, hark, The Mandrake's shrieks are music to their cries, The very night is frighted, and the stars, Do drop like torches, to behold this deed: The very Centre of the earth doth shake, methinks the Tower should rent down from the top, To let the heaven look on this monstrous deed. Stand further damned rogue, and come not near me. Nay stand thou further villain, stand aside. Are we not both damned for this cursed deed? Thou art the witness that thou bear'st the King And what hearst thou? It is too true, oh I am damned indeed, I am as deep as you, although my hand Did not the deed. O villain, art thou there? A plague light on thee. Curse not, a thousand plagues will light upon us all. The priest here in the Tower will bury them, Let us away. So, set him here a while, where is more air, How cheer you sir, alack he doth begin To change his colour, where is mistress Shore? Gone to her Closet for a precious Balm, The same (she said) King Edward used himself. Alack I fear he'll die before she come. Ran quickly for some Rosa-solis, faint not sir, Be of good comfort, come good mistress Shore, What have you there? Stand by and give me leave. Unhappy me to lodge him in my house. I warrant you woman, be not so afraid, If not this bloodstone hanged about his neck, This balm will staunch it by the help of God: Lift up his arm whilst I do bathe his wound, The sign belike was here when he was hurt, Or else some principal and chief vein is pierced. however sure the surgeon was a knave, That looked no better to him at the first. Blame him not mistress Blage, the best of them In such a case as this, may be to seek.
nodes 1945–2005 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 49 in this edition
Length
491 words · 611 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.763 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I pray thee do not speake of graues sweet heart, Indeed thou frightest mee. Why my Lord Brother, did not our Tutor teach vs, That when at night we want vnto our bed, We still should thinke we sent vnto our graue. Yes thats true, ye we should do as euery christian ought. To bee preparde to die at euery howre, but I am heauie. Indeed and so am I. Then let vs say our praiers and go to bed. What, bléedes your Grace? I two drops and no more. God blesse vs both, and I desire no more, Brother see here what Dauid saies, and so say Lord in thee will I trust although I die. Go lay ye downe, but neuer more to rise, I haue put my hand into the foulest murder, That euer was committed since the world, The verie sencelesse stones here in the walles, Breake out in teares but to behold the fact, Me thinkes the bodies lying dead in graues, Should rise and crie against s O harke, harke, The Mandrakes shreeks are musicke to their cries, The verie night is frighted, and the starres, Do drop like torches, to behold this déed: The verie Center of the earth doth shake, Me thinks the Towre should rent downe from the toppe, To let the heauen looke on this monstrous deede. Stand further damned rogue, and come not néere me. Nay stand thou further villaine, stand aside. Are we not both damned for this curcd deed? Thou art the witnesse that thou bearst the King And what hearst thou? It is too true, oh I am damnde indeed, I am as deepe as you, although my hand Did not the deede. O villaine, art thou there? A plague light on thee. Curse not, a thousand plagues will light vpon vs all. The priest here in the Towre will burie them, Let vs away. So, set him here a while, where is more aire, How cheere you sir, alacke he doth beginne To change his colour, where is mistris Shoare? Gone to her Closet for a precious Balme, The same (she said) King Edward vsde himselfe. Alacke I feare héele die before stée come. Ranne quickly for some Rosa-solis, faint not sir, Be of good comfort, come good mistris Shoare, What haue you there? Stand by and giue me leaue. Unhappie me to lodge him in my house. I warrant you woman, be not so afraid, If not this bloud-stone hangdc about his necke, This balme will stanch it by the helpe of God: Lift vp his arme whilst I do bath his wound, The signe belike was here when he was hurt, Or else some principal and chiefe veine is pierst. How euer sure the surgeon was a knaue, That lookt no better to him at the first. Blame him not mistris Blage, the best of them In such a case as this, may bée to séeke.