Jack Drum's Entertainment (Katherine and Pasquil) · chunk 28 of 32
Marston, John · published 1601 · first performed or written 1600 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.89 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
O the sting of death, how hath Brabant erred? Hence thou vile womb of my damnation, Oh thou wronged spirit of my murdered friend, Thou guiltless, spotless, pure Immaculate, Behold this arm thrusting swift vengeance Into the Trunk of a cursed damned wretch. he'll spoil himself, let's run & call for help. Now have I room for murder, this vast place, Hushed silence, and dumb solitude, are fit To be observers of my Tragedy. Planet accept the smoke of reeking blood To expiate thy murder. Friend I come, we'll troup together to Elysium. Hold harebrained youth, what mischief mads thy thoughts? Forbear good knight, you never sinned so deep, As in detaining this just vengeance To light upon me, but know I will die, I have infringed the laws of God and Man, In shedding of my Planets guiltless blood, Who I supposed corrivaled me in love Of that Camelia, but injuriously: And therefore gentle knight, let mine own hand Be mine own hangman. Brother I'll get you pardon, fear it not. You'll get my pardon, brother pardon me, You shall not, for I'll die in spite of thee. I am turned wild in wonder of this act. Come Brabant come, give me my Cloak & Hat, The evening's raw and dank, I shall take cold. How now? turned mad, why starest thou on me thus? Give me my Cloak. Heart is the youth distraught? Ha, dost thou breath, let's see where is thy wound? Dost breath, my wound, what dost thou mean by this? Gentlemen I can direct you forth This Labyrinth of intricate misdoubts, My M. willed me kill that Gentleman, Now I thought he was mad in putting me To such an enterprise, and therefore soothed him up, With I sir, yes sir, and so sir, at each word, whilst he would show me how to hold the Dag, To draw the Cock, to charge, and set the flint, Mean time I had the wit to think him mad, And therefore went, and as he willed me shot, Which he God knows, thought pierced his dear friends heart, Then went & borrowed that same Hat & cloak Of M. Planet, brought them to my Master, And so. No more, no more, knight I will make thee smile When I discourse how much my friend hath erred. I will dissolve and melt my soul tonight, In influent laughter. Come' my jocund spirit Presageth some unhoped for happiness: we'll crown this evening with triumphant joy, I'll sup upon this Green, here's room enough To draw a liberal breath, and laugh aloud: Drum fetch the Table: Twedle scour your Pipe, For my old bones will have a Round tonight. Now by my troth and I had thought on't too, I would have had a play: i'faith I would. I saw the Children of Paul's last night, And troth they pleased me pretty, pretty well, The Apes in time will do it handsomely.
nodes 1294–1355 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 32 in this edition
Length
492 words · 669 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.890 (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)
O the sting of death, how hath Brabant err'd? Hence thou vile wombe of my damnation, Oh thou wrong'd spirit of my murdred friend, Thou guiltlesse, spotlesse, pure Immaculate, Behold this arme thrusting swift vengeance Into the Trunck of a curst damnde wretch. Heele spoile himselfe, lets run & call for helpe. Now haue I roome for murder, this vaste place, Hush'd silence, and dumb sollitude, are fit To be obseruers of my Tragedie. Planet accept the smoake of reeking bloud To expiate thy murder. Friend I come, Weele troope together to Elizium. Hold hairbrainde youth, what mischiefe maddes thy thoughts? Forbeare good knight, you neuer sinn'd so deepe, As in detaining this iust vengeance To light vpon me, but know I will die, I haue infring'de the lawes of God and Man, In sheading of my Planets guiltles blood, Who I supposde corryuald me in loue Of that Camelia, but iniuriously: And therefore gentle knight, let mine owne hand Be mine owne hangman. Brother I'le get you pardon, feare it not. You'le get my pardon, brother pardon mee, You shall not, for Ile die in spight of thee. I am turnde wilde in wonder of this act. Come Brabant come, giue me my Cloak & Hat, The euenings rawe and danke, I shall take cold. How now? turnd mad, why star'st thou on me thus? Giue me my Cloake. Hart is the youth distraught? Ha, doest thou breathe, lets see where is thy wound? Doest breathe, my wounde, what doest thou meane by this? Gentlemen I can direct you forth This Laborinth of intricate misdoubts, My M. will'd me kill that Gentleman, Now I thought he was mad in putting me To such an enterprise, and therefore sooth'd him vp, With I sir, yes sir, and so sir, at each word, Whilste he would show me how to hold the Dagge, To drawe the Cock, to charge, and set the flint, Meane time I had the wit to thinke him madde, And therefore went, and as he will'd me shot, Which he God knows, thought pearc'd his deer friends hart, Then went & borrowed that same Hat & cloake Of M. Planet, brought them to my Maister, And so. No more, no more, knight I wil make thee smile When I discourse how much my friend hath err'd. I will dissolue and melt my soule to night, In influent laughter. Come' my Iocund spirit Presageth some vnhopte for happinesse: Wee'l crowne this euening with triumphant ioy, Ile sup vpon this Greene, heer's roome enough To drawe a liberall breath, and laugh aloud: Drum fetch the Table: Twedle scoure your Pipe, For my old bones will haue a Rownd to night. Now by my troth and I had thought ont too, I would haue had a play: I faith I would. I sawe the Children of Powles last night, And troth they pleasde mee prettie, prettie well, The Apes in time will do it hansomely.