Anonymous · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 [1603-1604] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.89 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Do not despair, although your death be nigh, Heaven look upon you with a Gracious eye. Now gentlewoman: let me speak with you, Now good fellow, what wouldst thou have with me? To confess truly your offences past. Well: shall I confess one thing truly to thee, One thing, and every thing. Why then I confess truly that before This time never confessed any thing truly, But in brief father i'll tell thee, All that I couseaned, I defrauded: Those I have slandered, I have defamed, Whom I hated, I loved not: And this hath been the manner of my life. Are you not sorry for that you have done. No by my troth, near a whit at all. I hope your mind will change before you die. Perhaps you know so much: trust me, not I God turn your heart: friend let me speak with you, The time draws near of execution, What is it meet I go along with you? I gentle Sentloe, and thy self shall see, The deference twixt lust, and chastity You must bring the prisoners away, the king and peers are already set. Say we make all the speed we may. Come noble hearts, let's fearless march away, A little hanging will dispatch us all. Sir Godfrey, and Sir Eustice vallenger, Your Silver hairs should teach you patience. My ledge, God be my record I do not repine, Alack good knight, thou wéeps in vain, But now there is no help. I, I, my Sovereign justice on my son, He hath deserved death, and let him have it. Sir godfrey, hath your daughter yet Found out a man will die for Vallenger, Such was our promise in regard of her, And since our word is past, we grant it him. No, no, my Sovereign, I have hard, A man urged by nes●esity to lead his friend, Or to redeem his person with his own, But to find one will die for a friend, This age we live in doth not now a word. Dispose young Vallenger the first to death, That done, send hence the other to their sentence domd Ere I amend this stage where I must act, The latest period of this life of mine, First let me do my duty to my prince. Next unto you, to much by me offended, Now step, by step, as I attend this place, Mount thou my soul into the thrown o grace, I my offence might be forgiven on earth, I would ask pardon of my dread king. My parents, and my wife, That must forgive me, But my hateful life Hath so be bloated and besmered my fault, That when I come to ask the last forgiveness, They will not list my suit, Nor yet regard it. Stay: here is one will die for vallenger. Nay here is one will die for Vallenger. Be blínd mine eyes, O virtuous Challener. Come to redeem his enemy from death.
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Length
494 words · 635 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.887 (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)
Do not diſpaire, although your death be nie, Heauen looke vpon you with a Gracious eie. Now gentlewoman: let me ſpeake with you, Now good fellow, what wouldſt thou haue with me? To confes truly your offences paſt. Well: ſhall I confes one thing truly to thée, One thing, and euery thing. Why then I confes truely that before This time neuer confeſt any thing truely, But in briefe father ile tell thée, All that I couſeaned, I derauded: Thoſe I haue ſlandered, I haue defamed, Whom I hated, I loued not: And this hath bin the manner of my life. Are you not ſorry for that you haue done. No by my troth, nere a whit at all. I hope your mind will chang beore you die. Perhaps you know ſo much: truſt me, not I. God turn your hart: frend let me ſpeak with you, The time draws néere of execution, What is it méete I goe along with you? I gentle Sentloe, and thy ſele ſhall ſée, The deference twixt luſt, and chaſtity You muſt bring the priſoners away, the king and péeres are already ſet. Say we make all the ſpéed we may. Come noble harts, lets fearles march away, A little hanging will diſpatch vs all. Sir Godfrey, and Sir Euſtice vallenger, Your Siluer haires ſhoulde teach you patience. My ledge, God be my record I do not repine, Alack good knight, thou wéeps in vaine, But now there is no helpe. I, I, my Soueraine iuſtice on my ſon, He hath deſerued death, and let him haue it. Sir godfrey, hath your daughter yet Found out a man will die for Vallenger, Such was our promiſe in regard of her, And ſince our word is paſt, we graunt it him. No, no, my Soueraine, I haue hard, A man vrged by neſeſity to lead his frend, Or to redéeme his perſon with his owne, But to find one will die for a frend, This age we liue in doth not now a ord. Diſpoſe yong Vallenger the firſt to death, That done, ſend hence the other to their ſentence domd Ere I aend this ſtage where I muſt act, The lateſt period o this life of mine, Firſt let me do my deuty to my prince. Next vnto you, to much by me offended, Now ſtep, by ſtep, as I aend this place, Mount thou my ſoule into the throwne o grace, I my ofence might be orgiuen on earth, I would aſke pardon of my dread king. My parents, and my wife, That muſt forgiue me, But my hatefull life Hath ſo be bloted and beſmered my fault, That when I come to aſk the laſt forgiuenes, They will not liſt my ſute, Nor yet regard it. Stay: héere is one will die for vallenger. Nay héere is one will die for Vallenger. Be blínd mine eies, O vertuous Challener. Come to redéeme his enemy from death.