Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.85 · 504 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Fear not this shallbe done effectually. Then farewell, come to me when 'tis done, Mean while i'll home, and stir not out of door. The devil take thee for a filthy whore, Thou art apt enough in murder, and in lust, But like a stone in any thing is honest, Well, ere to morrow many things will change, That dead men should revive, it would seem strange, Now after Vallenger I mean to go, To see in what place he doth himself bestow. I wonder that I am so dull and heavy, My feet doth stumble, as I go along, Mine eyes hangs down, as if I had not slept This twenty days, pray god it be for good. Still more and more: well, I must needs lie down, And make my pillow of the grass and ground. How irksome is the day unto my eyes, My cheeks do blush for to behold the skies, Methinks the heavens doth frown upon my sin, And to repentance bids my heart begin, the earth do burn my feet with scorching fire, Because that all as hot was my desire, So heaven and earth, my practice doth confound, Yet must I be beholding to the ground, My grief is here, sleep doth follow sorrow, here rest thy wretched carcase till to morrow. This way he went, and here he is laid to sleep, And Sentlove by him, this is excellent: Now Harbart since thou hast done him all this good, For once be a little lavish of thy blood. The Potion I gave sentloe to drink, Doth make him seem to all as he were dead, And yet his time is not come to wake: Now will I raise the wach. Murder, murder. What noise is that affrights mine ears With murder, I laid me down to sleep, What's here: My sword drawn out and bloody And here's a gentleman new murdered, Some villain surely that hath done this deed, Hath laid this murdered body here by me, So by that means himself might be thought free. If it be so, why then most happy I, that hates to live, and hath such means to die. See here's the murdered body, and here the murderer, I charge you in the king's name Deliver up your weapons: And go along with us With all my heart, see there my weapons are, And carry me wheresoe'er you please Go to prison with him presently, the rest bring in this murdered body. God save you sir, I here it rumoured, a gentleman is slain. I sir a proper man, and here he lies. O noble sentloe dostly so low, Break heart assonder that thy friend is slain. Sir, do you know the gentleman. Yes sir, he was my loving friend, And we at oxford fellow Pupels were, Then good sir let me in kindness crave, That as I always loved him in his life, so I may have his body at his death. That I may give him Christian burial,
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504 words · 634 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.849 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Feare not this ſhalbe done effectually. Then farewell, come to me when tis done, Meane while ile home, and ſtur not out of doore. The diuell take thée for a filthy whore, Thou art apt enough in murder, and in luſt, But like a ſtone in any thing is honeſt, Well, ere to morrow many thinges will chang, That dead men ſhould reuiue, it would ſéeme ſtrang, Now after Vallenger I mean to goe, To ſée in what place he doth himſelfe beſtow. I wonder that I am ſo dull and heauy, My féete doth ſtumble, as I go along, Mine eies hangs downe, as if I had not ſlept This twenty daies, pray god it be for good. Still more and more: well, I muſt néeds lie downe, And make my pillow of the graſſe and ground. How yrkeſome is the day vnto my eies, My cheeks do bluſh for to behold the ſkies, Methinks the heauens doth frowne vpon my ſin, And to repentance bids my hart begin, the earth do burne my feete with ſcorching fire, Becauſe that all as hot was my deſire, So heauen and earth, my practiſe doth confound, Yet muſt I be beholding to the ground, My griefe is héer, ſléep doth follow ſorrow, heere reſt thy wretched carkas till to morrow. This way he went, and here he is laid to ſleepe, And Sentlo by him, this is excellent: Now Harbart ſince thou haſt don him all this good, For once be a littell lauiſh of thy blood. The Potion I gaue sentloe to drink, Doth make him ſéeme to all as he were dead, And yet his time is not come to wake: Now will I raiſe the wach. Murder, murder. What noiſe is that affrites mine eares With murder, I laid me downe to ſléepe, Whats here: My ſword drawne out and blody And heres a gentleman new murdred, Some villaine ſurely that hath don this déed, Hath laid this murdred body here by me, So by that meanes himſelfe might be thought frée. If it be ſo, why then moſt hapie I, that hates to liue, and hath ſuch meanes to dy. Se heres the murdred body, and here the murdrer, I chardge you in the kings name Deliuer vp your weapons: And goe along with vs With all my hart, ſée ther my weapons are, And cary me whereſoere you pleaſe Goe to priſon with him preſently, the reſt bring in this murdred body. God ſaue you ſir, I here it rumored, a gentleman is ſlaine. I ſir a proper man, and here he lies. O noble ſentloe doſtly ſoe lowe, Breake hart aſſonder that thy frend is ſlaine. Sir, do you knowe the gentleman. Yes ſir, he was my louing friend, And we at oxford fellow Pupels were, Then good ſir let me in kindneſſe craue, That as I allwaies lou'd him in his life, ſo I may haue his body at his death. That I may giue him Criſtian burial,