Marston, John / Webster, John · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [1602-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · Children of the Chapel (second) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.77 · 505 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Not sin? Why? Because (thanks to some churchmen) our age will leave them nothing to sin with. But adultery! O dullness! sue, should exemplary punishment, that intemperate bloods may freeze, but to think it. I would damn him and all his generation my own hands should do it; ha, I would not trust heaven with my vengeance any thing. Any thing, any thing Male●ele thou shalt see instantly what temper my spirit holds; farewell, remember I forget thee not, farewell. Farewell. Lean thoughtfulnes, a sallow meditation, Suck thy veins dry, distemperance rob thy sleep, The hearts disquiet is revenge most deep. He that gets blood, the life of flesh but spill, But he that breaks heart's peace, the dear soul kills. Well, this disguise doth yet afford me that Which kings do seldom hear, or great men use, Free speech: and though my state's usurped, Yet this affected strain gives me a tongue, As fetterlesse as is an Emperors. I may speak foolishly, I knavishly, Always carelessly, yet no one thinks it fashion To poise my breath," for he that laughs and strikes, Is lightly felt, or seldom struck again. Duke, I'll torment thee: now my just revenge, From thee than crown a richer gem shall part. Beneath God nought's so dear as a calm heart. My honoured Lord. Peace, speak low; peace, O Celso, constant Lord, (Thou to whose faith I only rest disconered, Thou, one of full ten millions of men, That lovest virtue only for itself, Thou in whose hands old OPS may put her soul:) Behold for ever banished Altofront This Genoa's last years Duke, O truly noble, I wanted those old instruments of state, Dissemblance, and Suspect: I could not time it Celso, My throne stood like a point in midst of a circle, To all of equal nearness, bore with none: Reigned all alike, so slept in fearless virtue, Suspectless, too suspectless: till the crowd: (Still liquorous of untried novelties,) Impatient with severer government: Made strong with Florence: banished Altofront. Strong with Florence, I, thence your mischief rose, For when the daughter of the Florentine Was matched once with his Pietro now Duke, No stratagem of state untried was left, till you of all▪ Of all was quite bereft, Alas Maria, too close prisoned: My true faithed Duchess i'th' Citadel. I'll still adhere, let's mutiny and die. O no, climb not a falling tower Celso, 'tis well held, desperation, no zeal: Hopeless to strive with fate (peace) Temporize. Hope, hope, that never for mak'st the wretchedst man, Yet bidst me live, and lurk in this disguise. What? play I well the free breathed discontent? Why man we are all Philosophical monarch or natural fools, Celso, the Courts after, the Duchess sheets will smoke for't ere it be long: Impure Mendoza that sharp nosed Lord, that made the cursed match linked Genoa with Florence now broad horns the Duke, which he now knows: Discord to Malcontents is very Manna, when the ranks are burst, than scuffle Altofront. I but durst.
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nodes 157–210 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 38 in this edition
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505 words · 725 tokens
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T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.769 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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Not sinne? Why? Because (thankes to some church-men) our age will leaue them nothing to sinne with. But adultery! O dulnes! shue, should exemplary punishment, that intemperate bloods may freeze, but to thinke it. I would dam him and all his generation my owne hands should do it; ha, I would not trust heauen with my vengeance any thing. Any thing, any thing Maleele thou shalt see instantly what temper my spirit holdes; farewell, remember I forget thee not, farewell. Farewell. Leane thoughtfulnes, a sallow meditation, Sucke thy veines drie, distemperance rob thy sleepe, The hearts disquiet is revenge most deepe. He that gets blood, the life of flesh but spilles, But he that breakes hearts peace, the deare soule kills. Well, this disguise doth yet afford me that Which kings do seldome heare, or great men vse, Free speach: and though my stat's vsurpt, Yet this affected straine giues me a tongue, As fetterlesse as is an Emperours. I may speake foolishly, I knauishly, Alwaies carelesly, yet no one thinkes it fashion To poize my breath, "for he that laughs and strikes, "Is lightly felt, or seldome strucke againe. Duke, Ile torment thee: now my iust reuenge, From thee than crowne a richer jemme shall part. Beneath God naught's so deare as a calme heart. My honor'd Lord. Peace, speake low; peace, O Celso, constant Lord, (Thou to whose faith I onely rest disconered, Thou, one of full ten millions of men, That louest vertue onely for it selfe, Thou in whose hands old OPS may put her soule:) Behold for euer banisht Altfron This Genoas last yeares Duke, O truly noble, I wanted those old instruments of state, Dissemblance, and Suspect: I could not time it Celso, My throne stood like a point in middest of a circle, To all of equall neerenes, bore with none: Raignd all alike, so slept in fearelesse vertue, Suspectlesse, too suspectlesse: till the croude: (Still liquorous of vntried nouelties,) Impatient with seuerer government: Made strong with Florence: banisht Altofron. Strong with Florence, I, thence your mischiefe rose, For when the daughter of the Florentine Was matched once with his Pietr now Duke, No stratagem of state vntride was left, till you of all▪ Of all was quite bereft, Alas Maria, too close prisoned: My true faith'd Dutchesse i'th Citadell. Ile still adhere, lets mutiny and die. O no, clime not a falling towre Celso, Tis well held, desperation, no zeale: Hopelesse to striue with fate (peace) Temporize. Hope, hope, that neuer for ak'st the wretchedst man, Yet bidst me liue, and lurke in this disguise. What? play I well the free breath'd discontent? Why man we are all Philosophical Monarkes or naturall ooles, Celso, the Courts after, the Dutches sheetes will smoke for't ere it be long: Impure Mendoza that sharpe nosde Lord, that made the cursed match linkt Gena with Florence now brode hornes the Duke, which he now knowes: Discord to Malecontents is very Manna, when the rankes are burst, then scuffle Altofront. I but durst.