Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.89 · 478 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Forbear a while, to bear away my joy, Which now is vanished, since his life is fled, And give me leave to wash his deadly wound, With hearty tears, outflowing from those eyes, Which loved his sight, more than the sight of heaven: Forgive me God for this idolatry. Thou ugly monster, grim imperious death, Thou raw-boned lump of foul deformity. Regardless instrument of cruel fate, Unpartial Sergeant, full of treachery, Why didst thou flatter my ill boding thoughts, And flesh my hopes with vain illusions: Why didst thou say, Pertillo should not die, And yet, oh yet, hast done it cruelly: Oh but behold, with what a smiling cheer, He entertained thy bloody harbinger: See thou transformer of a heavenly face, To Ashy paleness and unpleasing looks, That his fair countenance still retaineth grace, Of perfect beauty in the very grave, The world would say such beauty should not die, Yet like a thief thou didst it cruelly: Ah, had thy eyes deep sunk into thy head, Been able to perceive his virtuous mind, Where virtue sat enthroned in a chair, With awful grace, and pleasing majesty: Thou wouldest not then have let Pertillo die, Nor like a thief have slain him cruelly. Inevitable fates, could you devise, No means to bring me to this pilgrimage, Full of great woes and sad calamities, But that the father should be principal, To plot the present downfall of the son: Come then kind death and give me leave to die, Since thou hast slain Pertillo cruelly. Forbear Allenso hearken to my doom, Which doth concern thy father's apprehension, First we enjoin thee upon pain of death, To give no succour to thy wicked sire, But let him perish in his damned sin, And pay the price of such a treachery: See that with speed the monster be attached, And bring him safe to suffer punishment, Prevent it not, nor seek not to delude, The officers to whom this charge is given, For if thou do, as sure as God doth live: thyself shall satisfy the laws contempt, Therefore forward about this punishment. Thanks gracious God that thou hast left the means To end my soul from this perplexity, Not succour him on pain of present death: That is no pain, death is a welcome guest, To those whose hearts are overwhelmed with grief, My woes are done, I having leave to die, And after death live ever joyfully. Now Avarice I have well satisfied, My hungry thoughtes with blood and creltie: Now all my melancholy discontent, Is shaken of, and I am throughlie pleased, With what thy policy hath brought to pass, Yet am I not so throughly satisfied: Until I bring the purple actors forth, And cause them quaff a bowl of bitterness, That father, son, and sister brother may, Bring to their deaths with most assured decay.
nodes 1162–1226 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 37 in this edition
Length
478 words · 631 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.889 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Forbeare a while, to beare away my ioy, Which now is vanisht, since his life is fled, And giue me leaue to wash his deadly wound, With hartie teares, out-flowing from those eyes, Which lou'd his ight, more then the sight of heauen: Forgiue me God for this idolatrie. Thou vgly monster, grim imperious death, Thou raw-bonde lumpe of oule deformitie. Reguardlesse instrument of cruell ate, Vnparciall Sergeant, full of treacherie, Why didst thou flatter my ill boding thoughts, And flesh my hopes with vaine illusions: Why didst thou say, Pertillo should not dye, And yet, oh yet, hast done it cruelly: Oh but beholde, with what a smiling cheere, He intertain'd thy bloody harbinger: See thou transformer of a heauenly face, To Ashie palenesse and vnpleasing lookes, That his faire countenance still reteineth grace, Of perfect beauty in the very graue, The world would say such beauty should not dye, Yet like a theefe thou didst it cruelly: Ah, had thy eyes deepe sunke into thy head, Beene able to perceiue his vertuous minde, Where vertue sate inthroned in a chaire, With awfull grace, and pleasing maiestie: Thou wouldest not then haue let Pertillo die, Nor like a theefe haue slaine him cruellie. Ineuitable fates, could you deuise, No meanes to bring me to this pilgrimage, Full of great woes and sad calamities, But that the father should be principall, To plot the present downfall of the sonne: Come then kinde death and giue me leaue to die, Since thou hast slaine Pertillo cruellie. Forbeare Allenso harken to my doome, Which doth concerne thy fathers apprehension, First we enioyne thee vpon paine of death, To giue no succour to thy wicked sire, But let him perrish in his damned sinne, And pay the price of such a trecherie: See that with speede the monster be attach'd, And bring him safe to suffer punishment, Preuent it not, nor seeke not to delude, The officers to whom this charge is giuen, For if thou doe, as sure as God doth liue: Thy selfe shall satisfie the lawes contempt, Therefore forward about this punishment. Thankes gratious God that thou hast lft the meanes To end my soule from this perplexitie, Not succour him on paine of present death: That is no paine, death is a welcome guest, To those whose harts are ouerwhelm'd with griefe, My woes are done, I hauing leaue to die, And after death liue euer ioyfullie. Now Auarice I haue well satisfied, My hungry thoughtes with blood and creltie: Now all my melanchollie discontent, Is shaken of, and I am throughlie pleas'd, With what thy pollicie hath brought to passe, Yet am I not so throughlie satisfied: Vntill I bring the purple actors forth, And cause them quasfe a bowle of bitternesse, That father, sonne, and sister brother may, Bring to their deathes with most assur'd decay.