Antonio's Revenge (2 Antonio and Mellida) · chunk 16 of 29
Marston, John · published 1602 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.74 · 522 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Murder. Murder. Murder. ay, I will murder: graves and ghosts Fright me no more, I'll suck red vengeance Out of Piero's wounds Piero's wounds. Maria, love Maria: she took this I'll. Left you her here? On lights away: I think we shall not warm our beds today. Ho, father? father? How now Iulio, my little pretty son? Why suffer you the child to walk so late. He will not sleep, but calls to follow you, Crying that bugbears & spirits haunted him. No, not so. This shall be sought for; I'll force him feed on life Till he shall loathe it. This shall be the close. Of vengeance strain. Away there: Pages, lead on fast with light. The Church is full of damps: 'tis yet dead night. BROTHER Antonio, are you here i'faith? Why do you frown? Indeed my sister said, That I should call you brother, that she did, When you were married to her. Buss me; good Truth, I love you better than my father, deed. Thy father? Gracious, o bounteous heaven! I do adore thy justice; Venit in nostras manus Tandem vindicta, venit & tota quidem. Truth, since my mother died, I loved you best. Something hath angered you; pray you look merrily. I will laugh, and dimple my thin cheek, With capering joy; chuck, my heart doth leap To grasp thy bosom. Time, place, and blood, How fit you close together! heavens tones Strike not such music to immortal souls, As your accordance sweets my breast withal. methinks I pace upon the front of Ioue, And kick corruption with a scornful heel, Griping this flesh, disdain mortality. O that I knew which joint, which side, which limb Were father all, and had no mother in't: That I might rip it vain by vain; and carve revenge In bleeding races: but since 'tis mixed together, Have at adventure, pell-mell, no reverse. Come hither boy. This is Andrugio's hearse. O God, you'll hurt me. For my sister's sake, Pray you do not hurt me. And you kill me, deed, I'll tell my father O, for thy sister's sake, I flag revenge. Revenge. Stay, stay, dear father, fright mine eyes no more. Revenge as swift as lightning bursteth forth, And clears his heart. Come, pretty tender child, It is not thee I hate, not thee I kill. Thy father's blood that flows within thy veins, Is it I loathe; is that, Revenge must suck. I love thy soul: and were thy heart leapt up In any flesh, but in Piero's blood, I would thus kiss it: but being his: thus, thus, And thus I'll punch it. Abandon fears. Whilst thy wounds bleed, my brows shall gush out tears. So you will love me, do even what you will. Now barks the Wolf against the full cheeked Moon. Now lions halfe-clamd entrails roar for food. Now croaks the toad, & night-crow's screech aloud, Fluttering 'bout casements of departing souls. Now gapes the graves, and through their yawns let loose Imprisoned spirits to revisit earth: And now swart night, to swell thy hour out, Behold I spurt warm blood in thy black eyes.
nodes 960–1029 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 29 in this edition
Length
522 words · 750 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.738 (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)
Murder. Murder. Murder. I, I will murder: graues and ghosts Fright me no more, Ile suck red vengeance Out of Pieros wounds Piero's wounds. Maria, loue Maria: she tooke this Ile. Left you her here? On lights away: I thinke we shall not warme our beds to day. Ho, father? father? How now Iulio, my little prettie sonne? Why suffer you the childe to walke so late. He will not sleepe, but cals to followe you, Crying that bug-beares & spirits haunted him. No, not so. This shall be sought for; Ile force him feede on life Till he shall loath it. This shall be the close. Of vengeance straine. Away there: Pages, leade on fast with light. The Church is full of damps: tis yet deade night. BROTHER Antonio, are you here ifaith? Why doe you frowne? Indeed my sister said, That I should call you brother, that she did, When you were married to her. Busse me; good Truth, I loue you better then my father, deede. Thy father? Gratious, ô bounteous heauen! I doe adore thy Iustice; Venit in nostras manus Tandem vindicta, venit & tota quidem. Truth, since my mother dyed, I lou'd you best. Something hath angred you; pray you look merily. I will laugh, and dimple my thinne cheeke, With capring ioy; chuck, my heart doth leape To graspe thy bosome. Time, place, and blood, How fit you close togither! Heauens tones Strike not such musick to immortall soules, As your accordance sweetes my breast withall. Me thinks I pase vpon the front of Ioue, And kick corruption with a scornefull heele, Griping this flesh, disdaine mortalitie. O that I knewe which ioynt, which side, which lim Were father all, and had no mother in't: That I might rip it vaine by vaine; and carue reuenge In bleeding races: but since 'tis mixt together, Haue at aduenture, pel mell, no reuerse. Come hither boy. This is Andrugio's hearse. O God, youle hurt me. For my sisters sake, Pray you doe not hurt me. And you kill me, deede, Ile tell my father O, for thy sisters sake, I flagge reuenge. Reuenge. Stay, stay, deare father, fright mine eyes no more. Reuenge as swift as lightning bursteth forth, And cleares his heart. Come, prettie tender childe, It is not thee I hate, not thee I kill. Thy fathers blood that flowes within thy veines, Is it I loath; is that, Reuenge must sucke. I loue thy soule: and were thy heart lapt vp In any flesh, but in Piero's bloode, I would thus kisse it: but being his: thus, thus, And thus Ile punch it. Abandon feares. Whil'st thy wounds bleede, my browes shall gush out teares. So you will loue me, doe euen what you will. Now barkes the Wolfe against the full cheekt Moone. Now Lyons halfe-clamd entrals roare for food. Now croakes the toad, & night-crowes screech aloud, Fluttering 'bout casements of departing soules. Now gapes the graues, and through their yawnes let loose Imprison'd spirits to reuisit earth: And now swarte night, to swell thy hower out, Behold I spurt warme bloode in thy blacke eyes.