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 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Except thou take her home again to thee, Thou art a stranger, and it shall not be, For if thou do, expect what doth belong. I never can forget so great a wrong. Then never feed her whom thou canst not love. My charity doth that compassion move. Move us no more, Lovell let Air be hanged, Just in the place where he relieved Shoares wife: Shore hath his pardon for this first offence. The name of husband pleads his innocence, Away with them: Catesbie come you with v? Good mistress Shore, grieve me not with your tears, But let me go in quiet to mine end. Alas poor soul, Was never innocent thus put to death. The moor my joy, that I am innocent, My death is the less grievous, I am so. Ah M. Air the time hath been ere now, When I have kneeled to Edward on my knees, And begged for him, that now doth make me beg. I have given him, when he hath begged of me, Though he forbids to give me when I beg, I have ere now relieved him and his, Though he and his deny relief to me: Had I been envious then, as Richard now, I had not starved, nor Edward's sons been murdered, Nor Richard lived to put you now to death. The more Iane is thy virtue and his sin. Come sir dispatch. Dispatch say you? dispatch you may it call, He cannot stay when death dispatcheth all. Lord, is my sin so horrible and grievous, That I should now become a murderer? I have saved the life of many a man condemned, But never was the death of man before. That any man thus for my sake should die, Afflicts me more than all my misery. Iane be content, I am as much indebted unto thee, As unto nature, I owed thee a life, When it was forfeit unto death by law, Thou begot it of the king and gav'st it me: This house of flesh wherein this soul doth dwell, Is thine, and thou art Landlady of it, And this poor life a Tenant but at pleasure, It never came to pay the rent till now, But hath run in arrearage all this while, And now for very shame comes to discharge it, When death distrains for what is but thy due, I had not aught thee so much as I do, But by thy only mercy to preserve it, Until I lose it for my charity. Thou giv'st me more than ever I can pay, Then do thy pleasure executioner, And now farewell kind virtuous mistress Shore, In heaven we'll meet again, in earth no more. Farewell, farewell, thou for thy alms dost die. And I must end here starved in misery, In life my friend, in death i'll not forsake thee, Thou goest to heaven, I hope to overtake thee.
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Length
486 words · 618 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.761 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Except thou take her home againe to thée, Thou art a stranger, and it shall not be, For if thou do, expect what doth belong. I neuer can forget so great a wrong. Then neuer féede her whom thou canst not loue. My charitie doth that compassion moue. Moue vs no more, Louell let Aire be hangde, Just in the place where he relicud Shoares wife: Shoare hath his pardon for this first offence. The name of husband pleads his innocence, Away with them: Catesbie come you with v? Good mistris Shoare, not with your teares, But let me go in quiet to mine end. Alas poore soule, Was neuer innocent thus put to death. The mores my ioy, that I am innocent, My death is the lesse grieuous, I am so. Ah M. Aire the time hath béene ere now, When I haue kneld to Edward on my knees, And begd for him, that now doth make me beg. I haue giuen him, when he hath begd of me, Though he forbids to giue me when I beg, I haue ere now relieued him and his, Though he and his denie reliefe to me: Had I béene enuious then, as Richard now, I had not staru'd, nor Edwards sons bin murdred, Nor Richard liu'de to put you now to death. The more Iane is thy vertue and his sinne. Come sir dispatch. Dispatch say you? dispatch you may it call, He cannot stay when death dispatcheth all. Lord, is my sinne so horrible and grieuous, That I should now become a murderer? I haue sau'de the life of many a man condemnd, But neuer was the death of man before. That any man thus for my sake should die, Afflicts me more then all my miserie. Iane be content, I am as much indebted vnto thee, As vnto nature, I owed thee a life, When it was forfeit vnto death by law, Thou bgdst it of the king and gau'st it me: This house of flesh wherein this soule doth dwel, Is thine, and thou art Landladie of it, And this poore life a Tenant but at pleasure, It neuer came to pay the rent till now, But hath runne in arerage all this while, And now for verie shame comes to discharge it, When death distraines for what is but thy due, I had not ought thée so much as I doe, But by thy onely mercie to preserue it, Untill I loose it for my charitie. Thou giu'st me more then euer I can pay, Then do thy pleasure executioner, And now farewell kind vertuous mistris Shoare, In heauen wéele méete againe, in earth no more. Farewel, farewel, thou for thy almes dost die. And I must end here starude in miserie, In life my friend, in death ile not forsake thee, Thou goest to heauen, I hope to ouertake thee.