Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Two Lamentable Tragedies · chunk 36 of 37

Yarington, Robert · published 1601 · first performed or written 1594 [1594-c.1598] (Annals)
tragedy · Unknown
T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.80 · 508 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.

Indeed thou art, thy conscience is at peace, And feels no terror for such wickedness, Mine hath been vexed but is now at rest, For that I am assured my heinous sin: Shall never rise in judgement 'gainst my soul, But that the blood of Iesus Christ hath power, To make my purple sin as white as Snow. One thing good people, witness here with me, That I do die in perfect charity, And do forgive, as I would be forgiven, First of my God, and then of all the world: Cease publishing that I have been a man, Trained up in murder, or in cruelty, For fore this time, this time is all too soon, I never slew or did consent to kill, So help me God as this I speak is true: I could say something of my innocence, In fornication and adultery, But I confess the justest man alive That bears about the frailty of a man, Cannot excuse himself from daily sin, In thought, in word, and deed, such was my life, I never hated Beech in all my life, Only desire of money which he had, And the inciting of that foe of man, That greedy gulf, that great Leviathan, Did hall me on to these calamities, For which, even now my very soul doth bleed: God strengthen me with patience to endure, This chastisement, which I confess too small A punishment for this my heinous sin: Oh be courageous sister, fight it well, We shall be crowned with immortality. I will not faint, but combat manfully, Christ is of power to help and strengthen me. I pray make haste, the hour is almost past. I am prepared, oh God receive my soul, Forgive my sins, for they are numberless, Receive me God, for now I come to thee. Nay shrink not woman, have a cheerful heart. ay, so I do, and yet this sinful flesh, Will be rebellious 'gainst my willing spirit. Come let me climb these steps that lead to heaven, Although they seem the stairs of infamy Let me be mirror to ensuing times, And teach all sisters how they do conceal, The wicked deeds, of brethren, or of friends, I not repent me of my love to him, But that thereby I have provoked God, To heavy wrath and indignation, Which turn away great God, for Christ's sake. Ah Harry Williams, thou wert chiefest cause, That I do drink of this most bitter cup, For hadst thou opened Beech's death at first, The boy had lived, and thou hadst saved my life: But thou art branded with a mark of shame, And I forgive thee from my very soul, Let him and me, learn all that hear of this, To utter brothers or their masters miss, Conceal no murder, lest it do beget, More bloody deeds of like deformity. Thus God forgive my sins, receive my soul, And though my dinner be of bitter death, I hope my soul shall sup with Iesus Christ, And see his presence everlastingly.
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PlayTwo Lamentable Tragedies
AuthorYarington, Robert
Publication year (edition)1601
First performance / composition (Annals)1594 [1594-c.1598]
First performance (BritDrama)1595 [1594-1598]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 415 · TCP A15814 · DEEP 322
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 2219–2283 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 36 of 37 in this edition
Length508 words · 643 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T5 — Christian faith, sin and salvation cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.796 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T4 · seed 44: T5 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Indeed thou art, thy conscience is at peace, And feeles no terror for such wickednesse, Mine hath beene vexed but is now at rest, For that I am assur'd my hainous sinne: Shall neuer rise in iudgement gainst my soule, But that the blood of Iesus Christ hath power, To make my purple sinne as white as Snowe. One thing good people, witnesse here with me, That I do dye in perfect charitie, And do forgiue, as I would be forgiuen, First of my God, and then of all the world: Cease publishing that I haue beene a man, Train'd vp in murther, or in crueltie, For fore this time, this time is all too soone, I neuer slue or did consent to kill, So helpe me God as this I speake is true: I could say something of my innocence, In fornication and adulterie, But I confesse the iustest man aliue That beares about the frailtie of a man, Cannot excuse himselfe from daily sinne, In thought, in word, and deed, such was my life, I neuer hated Beech in all my life, Onely desire of money which he had, And the inciting of that foe of man, That greedie gulfe, that great Lauiathan, Did halle me on to these callamities, For which, euen now my very soule dooth bleede: God strengthen me with patience to endure, This chastisement, which I confesse too small A punishment for this my hainous sinne: Oh be couragious sister, fight it well, We shall be crown'd with immortallitie. I will not faint, but combat manfully, Christ is of power to helpe and strengthen me. I pray make hast, the hower is almost past. I am prepar'd, oh God receiue my soule, Forgiue my sinnes, for they are numberlesse, Receiue me God, for now I come to thee. Nay shrinke not woman, haue a cheerefull hart. I, so I do, and yet this sinfull flesh, Will be rebellious gainst my willing spirit. Come let me clime these steps that lead to heauen, Although they seeme the staires of infamie Let me be merror to ensuing times, And teach all sisters how they do conceale, The wicked deeds, of brethren, or of friends, I not repent me of my loue to him, But that thereby I haue prouoked God, To heauie wrath and indignation, Which turne away great God, for Christes sake. Ah Harry Williams, thou wert chiefest cause, That I do drinke of this most bitter cup, For hadst thou opened Beeches death at first, The boy had liu'd, and thou hadst sau'd my life: But thou art bronded with a marke of shame, And I forgiue thee from my very soule, Let him and me, learne all that heare of this, To vtter brothers or their maisters misse, Conceale no murther, least it do beget, More bloody deeds of like deformitie. Thus God forgiue my sinnes, receiue my soule, And though my dinner be of bitter death, I hope my soule shall sup with Iesus Christ, And see his presence euerlastingly.