Dekker, Thomas · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Nov 9-30, payment] (Annals) romance · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.72 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I bear it? I touched it not. Nor I: a leaden slumber priest mine eyes. Whether it were lead or lattin that hasped down those winking casements, I know not, but I found you both snorting. And in that sleep (methought) I heard the tunes Of sullen passions apt for Funerals, And saw my Father's lifeless body borne By satires: O I fear that deity Hath stolen him hence, that Snudge his destiny. I fear he's risen again, didst not thou meet him? ay sir? do you think this white and red durst have kissed my sweet cheeks, if they had seen a ghost? But, master, if the destinies, or Fortune, or the Fates, or the Fairies have stolen him, never indite them for the Felony: for by this means the charges of a Tomb is saved, and you being his heirs, may do as many rich Executors do, put that money in your purses, and give out he died a beggar. Away, you Rogue, my Father die a beggar? I'll build a Tomb for him of massy Gold. methinks, master, it were better to let the memory of him shine in his own virtues (if he had any) than in Alabaster. I shall mangle that Alabaster face, you whore son virtuous vice. He has a Marble heart, that can mangle a face of Alabaster. Brother, come, come, mourn not, our Father is but slept to agree with Charon for his boat hire to Elysium. See, here's a story of all his travels; this book shall come out with a new Addition: I'll tread after my Father's steps; i'll go measure the world, therefore let's share these jewels, take this or this. Will you then violate our Fathers Will? A Puritan? keep a dead man's Will? Indeed in the old time, when men were buried in soft Churchyards, that their Ghosts might rise, it was good but, brother, now they are imprisoned in strong Brick and Marble, they are fast: fear not: away, these are fooleries, gulleries, trumperies; here's this or this, or I am gone with both. Do as you please, the sin shall not be mine. fools call those things profane, that are divine. Are you content to wear the jewels by turns? I'll have the purse for a year, you the Hat, and as much gold, as you'll ask; & when my pursership ends, i'll resign, and cap you. I am content to bear all discontents. I should serve this bearing Ass rarely now, if I should load him, but I will not, though conscience be (like Physic) seldom used, (for so it does least hurt) yet i'll take a dram of it: this for him, and some gold: this for me: for having this mint about me, I shall want no wishing Cap: gold is an Eagle, that can fly to any place, and like death, that dares enter all places. Shadow, wilt thou travel with me?
nodes 1002–1025 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 48 in this edition
Length
491 words · 663 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.721 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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I beare it? I toucht it not. Nor I: a leaden slumber prest mine eyes. Whether it were lead or lattin that haspt downe those winking casements, I knowe not, but I found you both snorting. And in that sléepe (me thought) I heard the tunes Of sullen passions apt for Funerals, And saw my Fathers liuelesse body borne By Satyres: O I feare that deitie Hath stolne him hence, that Snudge his destinie. I feare hées rysen againe, didst not thou méete him? I sir? doe you thinke this white and red durst haue kist my swéete chéekes, if they had séene a ghost? But, master, if the destinies, or Fortune, or the Fates, or the Fayries haue stolne him, neuer indite them for the Felonie: for by this meanes the charges of a Tombe is sau'd, and you being his heyres, may doe as many rich Executors doe, put that money in your purses, and giue out he dyed a begger. Away, you Reague, my Father die a begger? Ile build a Tombe for him of massie Gold. Me thinkes, master, it were better to let the memory of him shine in his owne vertues (if hée had any) than in Alablaster. I shall mangle that Alablaster face, you whore son vertuous vice. He has a Marble heart, that can mangle a face of Alablaster. Brother, come, come, mourne not, our Father is but slept to agrée with Charon for his boate hyre to Elizium. Sée, heres a Storie of all his trauels; this booke shall come out with a new Addition: Ile treade after my Fathers steps; ile goe measure the world, therefore lets share these Iewels, take this or this. Will you then violate our Fathers Will? A puritane? kéepe a dead mans Will? Indéed in the old time, when men were buried in soft Church-yardes, that their Ghosts might rise, it was good but, brother, now they are imprisond in strong Brick and Marble, they are fast: feare not: away, these are fooleries, gulleries, trumperies; heres this or this, or I am gon with both. Doe as you please, the sinne shall not be mine. Fooles call those things prophane, that are diuine. Are you content to weare the Iewels by turnes? Ile haue the purse for a yéere, you the Hat, and as much gold, as youle aske; & when my pursourship ends, ile resigne, and cap you. I am content to beare all discontents. I should serue this bearing Asse rarely now, if I should load him, but I will not, though conscience bee (like Physicke) seldome vsed, (for so it does least hurt) yet ile take a dram of it: this for him, and some gold: this for me: for hauing this mint about me, I shall want no wishing Cap: gold is an Eagle, that can flie to any place, and like death, that dares enter all places. Shaddow, wilt thou trauell with me?