Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.85 · 461 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I am the wretch that did suborn the slaves, To murder poor Pertillo in the wood, Spare, spare Alenso, he is innocent. What strange appeal is this, we know thee not, None but Fallerio is accused hereof. Then father get you hence, depart in time, lest being known you suffer for the crime. Depart, and leave thee clad in horror's cloak, And suffer death for true affection: Although my soul be guilty of more sin, Then ever sinful soul were guilty of: Yet fiends of hell would never suffer this, I am thy father, though unworthy so: Oh still I see these weeds do sear your eyes: I am Fallerio, make no doubt of me. Though thus disguised, in habit, countenance, Only to scape the terror of the law. And I Alenso that did succour him, 'gainst your commandment, mighty Sovereign: Ponder your oath, your vow, as God did live, I should not live, if I did rescue him: I did, God lives, and will revenge it home, If you defer my condign punishment. Assure yourselves you both shall suffer death: But for Fallerio, he shall hang in chains, After he's dead, for he was principal. unsavoury Worm wood, Hemlock, bitter gall, Brings no such bad, unrelished, sour taste, Vo the tongue, as this death boding voice, Brings to the ears of poor Fallerio. Not for myself but for Alenso's sake, Whom I have murdered by my treachery: Ah my dread Lord, if any little spark, Of melting pity doth remain alive, And not extinguished by my impious deeds, Oh kindle it unto a happy flame, To light Allenso from this misery; Which through dim death he's like to fall into. That were to overthrow my soul and all, Should you reverse this sentence of my death: myself would play the death man on myself, And overtake your swift and winged soul, Ere churlish Charon had transported you, Unto the fields of sad Proserpina. Cease, cease Fallerio, in thy bootless prayers, I am resolved, I am inexorable, Veswio, see their judgement be performed, And use Alenso with all clemency: Provided that the law be satisfied. It shall be done with all respectiveness, Have you no doubt of that my gracious Lord. Here is a mercy mixed with equity, To show him favour, but cut off his head. My reverend father, pacify yourself, I can, and will, endure the stroke of death, Were his appearance near so horrible, To meet Pertillo in another world. Thou shouldst have tarried until nature's course Had been extinct, that thou over grown with age, Mightst die the death of thy progenitors, 'twas not thy means he died so suddenly, But mine, that causing his, have murdered thee. But yet I slew my mother, did I not?
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Length
461 words · 636 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.850 (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 am the wretch that did subborne the slaues, To murther poore Pertillo in the wood, Spare, spare Alenso, he is innocent. What strange appeale is this, we know thee no, None but Falleio is accusde hereof. Then father get you hence, depart in time, Least being knowne you suffer for the crime. Depart, and leaue thee clad in horrors cloake, And suffer death for true affection: Although my soule be guiltie of more sinne, Then euer sinfull soule were guiltie of: Yet fiends of hell would neuer suffer this, I am thy father, though vnworthy so: Oh still I see these weedes do seare your eyes: I am Fallerio, make no doubt of me. Though thus disguisde, in habite, countenance, Only to scape the terror of the lawe. And I Alenso that did succour him, Gainst your commaundement, mightie Soueraigne: Ponder your oath, your vowe, as God did liue, I should not liue, if I did rescue him: I did, God liues, and will reuenge it home, If you defer my condigne punishment. Assure your selues you both shall suffer death: But for Fallerio, he shall hang in chaines, After he's dead, for he was principall. Vnsauerie Woorme wood, Hemlock, bitter gall, Brings no such bad, vnrelisht, sower taste, Vo the tongue, as this death boding voice, Brings to the eares of poore Fallerio. Not for my selfe but for Allensoes sake, Whome I haue murthered by my trechery: Ah my dread Lord, if any little sparke, Of melting pittie doth remaine aliue, And not extinguisht by my impious deedes, Oh kindle it vnto a happie flame, To light Allenso from this miserie; Which through dim death he's like to fall into. That were to ouerthrow my soule and all, Should you reuerse this sentence of my death: My selfe would play the death man on my selfe, And ouertake your swift and winged oule, Ere churlish Caron had transported you, Vnto the fields of sad Proserpina. Cease, cease Fallerio, in thy bootlesse prayers, I am resolu'd, I am inexorable, Vesuuio, see their iudgement be performde, And vse Alnso with all clemencie: Prouided that the lawe be satisfied. It shall be done with all respectiuenesse, Haue you no donbt of that my gratious Lord. Here is a mercie mixt with equitie, To shew him fauour, but cut off his head. My reuerend father, pacifie your selfe, I can, and will, indure the stroake of death, Were his appearance nere so horrible, To meete Pertillo in another world. Thou shouldst haue tarried vntill natures course Had beene extinct, that thou ore growne with age, Mightst die the death of thy progenitors, Twas not thy meanes he died so soddenly, But mine, that causing his, haue murthred thee. But yet I slew my mother, did I not?