Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.79 · 469 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I never did suborn such murderers, But ever loved Pertillo as my life. Thy son can witness to the contrary. I have no son to testify so much. No, for his gravity is counterfeit, Pluck of his beard, and you will swear it so. Have you no son? doth not Alenso live? Alenso lives, but is no son of mine. Indeed his better part had not his source, From thy corrupted vice affecting heart, For virtue is the mark he aimeth at. I dare be sworn that Sostrata would blush, Shouldst thou deny Alenso for thy son. Nay did she live, she would not challenge me, To be the father of that hapless son. Nay, than anon you will deny yourself, To be yourself, unjust Fallerio. I do confess myself, to be myself, But will not answer to Fallerio. Not to Fallerio, this is excellent, You are the man was called Fallerio. He never breathed yet that called me so, Except he were deceived as you are now. This impudence shall not excuse your fault, You are well known to be Fallerio, The wicked husband of dead Sostrata, And father to the virtuous Alenso, And even as sure as all these certainties, Thou didst contrive thy little nephews death. True, for I am nor false Fallerio, Husband, nor father, as you do suggest, And therefore did not hire the murderers: Which to be true acknowledge with your eyes. How now my Lords, this is a miracle, To shake off thirty years so suddenly, And turn from feeble age to flourishing youth. But he my Lord that wrought this miracle, Is not of power to free himself from death, Through the performance of this sudden change. No, were he the chiefest hope of Christendom, He should not live for this presumption: Use no excuse, Alenso for thy life, My doom of death shall be irrevocable. Ill fare his soul, that would extenuate The rigor of your life confounding doom: I am prepared with all my heart to die, For that's th'end of humane misery. Then thus, you shall be hanged immediately, For your illusion of the Magistrates, With borrowed shapes of false antiquity. Thrice happy sentence, which I do embrace, With a more fervent and unfeigned zeal, Than an ambitious rule desiring man, Would do a gem bedecked Diadem, Which brings more watchful cares and discontent, Then pomp, or honour, can remunerate: When I am dead, let it be said of me, Alenso died to set his father free. That were a freedom worse than servitude, To cruel Turk, or damned Infidel: Most righteous judge, I do appeal for justice, justice on him that hath deserved death, Not on Alenso, he is innocent. But I am guilty of abetting him, Contrary to his majesties Edict, And therefore death is meritorious.
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Length
469 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.787 (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)
I neuer did suborne such murtherers, But euer lou'd Pertillo as my life. Thy sonne can witnesse to the contrarie. I haue no sonne to testifie so much. No, for his grauitie is counterfeit, Pluck of his beard, and you will sweare it so. Haue you no sonne? doth not Alenso liue? Alenso liues, but is no sonne of mine. Indeed his better part had no his source, From thy corrupted vice affecting hart, For vertue is the marke he aimeth at. I dare be sworne that Sostrata would blush, Shouldst thou deny Alenso for thy sonne. Nay did she liue, she would not challenge me, To be the father of that haplesse sonne. Nay, then anon you will denie your selfe, To be your selfe, vniust Fallerio. I do confesse my selfe, to be my selfe, But will not answere to Fallrio. Not to Fallerio, this is excellent, You are the man was cal'd Fallerio. He neuer breathed yet that cal'd me so, Except he were deceiu'd as you are now. This impudence shall not excuse your fault, You are well knowne to be Fallerio, The wicked husband of dead Sostrata, And father to the vertuous Alenso, And euen as sure as all these certeinties, Thou didst contriue thy little Nephewes death. True, for I am nor false Fallerio, Husband, nor father, as you do suggest, And therefore did not hire the murtherers: Which to be true acknowledge with your eyes. How now my Lords, this is a myracle, To shake off thirtie yeares so sodeinlie, And turne from feeble age to flourishing youth. But he my Lord that wrought this miracle, Is not of power to free himselfe from death, Through the performance of this suddaine change. No, were he the chiefest hope of Christendome, He should not liue for this presumption: Vse no excuse, Alenso for thy life, My doome of death shall be irreuocable. Ill fare his soule, that would extenuate The rigor of your life confounding doome: I am prepar'd with all my hart to die, For thats th'end of humaine miserie. Then thus, you shall be hang'd immediatly, For your illusion of the Magistrates, With borrowed shapes of false antiquitie. Thrice happy sentence, which I do imbrace, With a more feruent and vnfained zeale, Then an ambicious rule desiring man, Would do a Iem bedecked Diadem, Which brings more watchfull cares and discontent, Then pompe, or honor, can remunerate: When I am dead, let it be said of me, Alnso died to set his father free. That were a freedome worse then seruitude, To cruell Turke, or damned Infdell: Most righteous Iudge, I do appeale for Iustice, Iustice on him that hath deserued death, Not on Alenso, he is innocent. But I am guiltie of abbetting him, Contrarie to his Maiesties Edict, And therefore death is meritorious.