Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.73 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I know the man, but saw him not this fortnight. I would you had not, for your sister's sake, For yours, for his, and for his harmless boy, Be not obdurate in your wickedness, Confession draws repentance after it. Well master Constable I do confess, I was the man that did them both to death: As for my sister and my harmless man, I do protest they both are innocent. Your man is fast in hold, and hath confessed, The manner how, and where, the deed was done: Therefore 'twere vain to colour any thing, Bring them away. Ah brother woe is me, I comfortless will help to comfort thee. Weep, weep poor souls, & interchange your woes, Now Merry change thy name and countenance: Smile not, thou wretched creature, lest in scorn, Thou smile to think on thy extremities, Thy woes were countless for thy wicked deeds, Thy sister's death need not increase the count, For thou couldst never number them before: Gentles help out with this suppose I pray, And think it truth for Truth doth tell the tale. Merry by law convict, as principal, Receives his doom, to hang till he be dead, And afterwards for to be hanged in chains: Williams and Rachel likewise are convict For their concealment, William's craves his book, And so receives a brand of infamy. But wretched Rachel's sex denies that grace, And therefore doth receive a doom of death, To die with him, whose sins she did conceal. Your eyes shall witness of their shaded types, Which many here did see performed indeed: As for Fallerio, not his homely weeds, His beardless face, nor counterfeited speech, Can shield him from deserved punishment: But what he thinks shall rid him from suspect, Shall drench him in more waves of wretchedness, Pulling his son into relentless jaws, Of hungry death, on tree of infamy: Here comes the Duke that dooms them both to die, Next Merry's death shall end this Tragedy. Where is that Siren, that incarnate fiend, Monster of Nature, spectacle of shame, Blot and confusion of his family, False seeming semblance of true-dealing trust, I mean Fallerio bloody murderer: Hath he confessed his cursed treachery, Or will he stand to prove his innocence. We have attached Fallerio gracious Lord, And did accuse him with Pertillo's death: But he remote, will not confess himself, Neither the means, nor author of the same, His mighty vows and protestations, Do almost seem to plead integrity, But that we all do know the contrary. I know your error strikes your knowledge blind, His seeming me, doth so delude your mind. Then bring him forth, to answer for himself, Since he stands stoutly to deny the deed: His son can witness, that the dying man, Accused Fallerio for his treachery. Stand forth thou close disguised hypocrite, And speak directly to these articles, First, didst thou hire two bloody murderers To massacre Pertillo in a wood?
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Length
490 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.727 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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I know the man, but saw him not this fortnight. I would you had not, for your sisters sake, For yours, for his, and for his harmelesse boy, Be not obdurate in your wickednesse, Confession drawes repentance after it. Well maister Constable I doe confesse, I was the man that did them both to death: As for my sister and my harmelesse man, I doe protest they both are innocent. Your man is fast in hold, and hath confest, The manner how, and where, the deede was done: Therefore twere vaine to colour any thing, Bring them away. Ah brother woe is me, I comfortlesse will helpe to comfort thee. Weepe, weepe poore soules, & enterchange your woes, Now Merry change thy name and countenance: Smile not, thou wretched creature, least in scorne, Thou smile to thinke on thy extremities, Thy woes were countlesse for thy wicked deedes, Thy sisters death neede not increase the coumpt, For thou couldst neuer number them before: Gentles helpe out with this suppose I pray, And thinke it truth for Truth dooth tell the tale. Mery by lawe conuict, as principall, Receiues his doome, to hang till he be dead, And afterwards for to be hangd in chaines: Williams and Rachell likewise are conuict For their concealement, VVilliams craues his booke, And so receaues a brond of infamie. But wretched Rachels sexe denies that grace, And therefore dooth receiue a doome of death, To dye with him, whose sinnes she did conceale. Your eyes shall witnesse of their shaded tipes, Which many heere did see perform'd indeed: As for Fallerio, not his homelie weedes, His beardlesse face, nor counterfetted speech, Can shield him from deserued punishment: But what he thinkes shall rid him from suspect, Shall drench him in more waes of wretchednesse, Pulling his sonne into relentlesse iawes, Of hungrie death, on tree of infamie: Heere comes the Duke that doomes them both to die, Next Merries death shall end this Tragedie. Where is that Syren, that incarnate fiend, Monster of Nature, spectacle of shame, Blot and confusion of his familie, False seeming semblance of true-dealing trust, I meane Fallerio bloody murtherer: Hath he confest his cursed treacherie, Or will he stand to prooue his innocence. We haue attach'de Fallerio gracious Lord, And did accuse him with Pertillos death: But he remote, will not confesse himselfe, Neither the meanes, nor author of the same, His mightie vowes and protestations, Do almost seeme to pleade integritie, But that we all do know the contrarie. I know your error stricks your knowledge blinde, His seeming me, doth so delude your minde. Then bring him forth, to anwer for himselfe, Since he stands stoutly to denie the deed: His sonne can witnesse, that the dying man, Accusde Fallerio for his treacherie. Stand forth thou close disguised hipocrite, And speake directlie to these articles, First, didst thou hire two bloodie murtherers To massacre Pertillo in a wood?