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 0.83 · 485 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.
Then came I in, but 'las all was too late, For even strait he sunk. Such was the Duke's sad fate. A better fortune to our Duke Mendoza. A guard, a guard, we full of hearty tears, For our good father's loss, For so we well may call him: Who did beseech your loves for our succession, Cannot so lightly over-iumpe his death, As leave his woes revengeless: * woman of shame, We banish thee for ever to the place, From whence this good man comes, Nor permit on death unto the body any ornament▪ But base as was thy life, depart away. Ungrateful. Away. Villain hear me. Prepasso and Guerino lead away the Dutches. Be gone, my Lords address to public counsel▪ 'tis most 〈◊〉, The train of Fortune is borne up by wit. Away, our presence shall be sudden, haste. Now you egregious devil, ha' ye murdering Politician, how dost Duke? how dost look now? brave Duke i'faith. How did you kill him? Slatted his brains out, than sowft him in the briny sea. Brained him and drowned him too▪ O 'twas best, sure work: For he that strikes a great man, let him srtike home, or elseware, he'll prove no man: shoulder not a huge fellow, unless you may be sure to lay him in the kennel. A most sound brainpan. I'll make you both Emperors. Make us christians, make us christians. I'll hoist ye, ye shall mount. To the gallows say ye? Come: Praemium incertum petit certum scelus. How stands the Progress? here, take my ring unto the Citadel, Have entrance to Maria the grave Duchess Of banished Altofront. Tell her we love her: Omit no circumstance to grace our person, (do't.) I'll make an excellent pander: Duke farewell, due, adieu Duke. Take Maquarelle with thee; for 'tis found, None cuts a diamond, but a diamond. Hermit, thou art a man for me, my confessor: O thou selected spirit, borne for my good, Sure thou wouldst make an excellent Elder in a deformed church. Come, we must be inward, thou and I all one▪ I am glad I was ordained for ye. Go to then, thou must know that Malevole is a strange villain: dangerous, very dangerous: you see how broad a speaks, a gross jawde rogue, I would have thee poison him: heels like a corn upon my great toe, I cannot go for him: he must be kored out▪ he must: wilt do't, ha? Any thing, any thing. Men. Heart of my life, thus then to the Citadel, Thou shalt consort with this Malevole, There being at supper, poison him: It shall be laid upon Maria, who yields love, or dies: Sk●d quick like lightning. Good deeds crawl, but mischief flies. Your divelships King has no virtue, the buff-captain, the sallo-westfalian gamon-faced zaza cries, stand out must have a stiffer warrant, or no pass into the Castle of Comfort.
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nodes 1002–1055 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 38 in this edition
Length
485 words · 693 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.835 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Then came I in, but las all was too late, For euen straight he sunke. Such was the Dukes sad fate. A better fortune to our Duke Mendoza. A guard, a guard, we full of heartie teares, For our good fathers losse, For so we well may call him: Who did beseech your loues for our succession, Cannot so lightly ouer-iumpe his death, As leaue his woes reuengelesse: * woman of shame, We banish thee for euer to the plae, From whence this good man comes, Nor permit on death vnto the body any ornament▪ But base as was thy life, depart away. Vngratefull. Away. Villaine heare me. Prepaso and Guerino lead away the Dutches. Be gone, my Lords addrese to publike counsell▪ T'is most , The traine of Fortune is borne vp by wit. Away, our presence shall be sudden, haste. Now you egregious diuell, ha ye murthering Polititian, how doost Duke? how doost looke now? braue Duke yfaith. How did you kill him? Slatted his braines ot, then sowft him in the brinie sea. Braind him and drownd him too▪ O t'was best, sure worke: For he that strikes a great man, let him srtike home, or elseware, hee'le proue no man: shoulder not a huge fellow, vnlesse you may be sure to lay him in the kennell. A most sound braine-pan. Ile make you both Emperours. Make vs christians, mae vs christians. Ile hoist ye, ye shall mount. To the gallowes say ye? Come: Praemium incertum petit certum scelus. How standes the Progesse? Heere, take my ring vnto the Citadell, Haue entrance to Maria the graue Dutches Of banisht Altofront. Tell her we loue her: Omit no circumstance to grace our person, (doo't.) Ile make an excellent pander: Duke farewell, due, adue Duke. Take Maquarelle with thee; for t'is found, None cuttes a diamon, but a diamond. Hermite, thou art a man for me, my confessor: O thou selected spirit, borne for my good, Sure thou wouldst make an excellēt Elder in a deformed church. Come, we must be inward, thou and I all one▪ I am glad I was odained for yee. Go to then, thou must know that Maleuole is a strange villaine: dangerous, very dangerous: you see how broad a speakes, a grosse jawde rogue, I would haue thee poison him: hees like a corne vpon my great toe, I cannot go for him: he must be kored out▪ he must: wilt doo't, ha? Any thing, any thing. Men. Heart of my life, thus then to the Citadell, Thou shalt consort with this Maluole, There being at supper, poison him: It shall be lid vpon Maria, who yeelds loue, or dies: Skd quicke like lightning. "Good deedes crawle, but mischiefe flies. Your diuelships ing haz no vertue, the buffe-captaine, the sallo-westfalian gamon-faced zaza cries, stand out must haue a stiffer warrant, or no passe into the Castle of Comfort.