Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
Come noble rib of honour, valiant carcase, I loved thee so entirely when thou breathest, That I could die wert but to bleed with thee, And wish me wounds, even for society. Heaven and this arm, once saved thee from thy foe, When his all wrathful sword did basely point At the rich circle of thy labouring heart, Thou groveling under indignation, Of sword and ruth, O then stepped heaven and I, Between the stroke, but now alack must die: Since so the powers above have writ it down, In marble leaves that death is mortal crowned, Come then my friend in purple I will bear, Thee to my private tent, and then prepare, For honoured Funeral for thy melting course. This scarce i'll wear in memory of our souls, And of our mutual loves, here, here, i'll wind it, And full as often as I think one thee, I'll kiss this little ensign this soft banner, smeared with foe's blood, all for the masters honour, Alas I pity Bel-imperia's eyes, Just at this instant her heart sinks and dies. My boy adds treble comfort to my age, His share is greatest in this victory, The Portugales are slain and put to flight, By Spaniards force, most by Horatio's might: I'll to the Spanish tents to see my son, Give him my blessing, and then all is done. O my Lords? See Don Andrea's ghost salutes me, see embraces me. It is your love that shapes this apprehension. Do you not see him plainly Lords, Now he would kiss my cheek, O my pale friend, Wert thou any thing but a ghost I could love thee, See he points at his own hearse, mark all, As if he did rejoice at funeral. Revenge give my tongue freedom, to paint her part, To thank Horatio, and commend his heart. No you'll blab secrets than? By Charon's boat I will not. Nay you shall not: therefore pass, Secrets in hell are locked with doors of brass: Use action if you will, but not in voice, Your friend conceives in signs how you rejoice. See, see, he points to have his go forward on, I prithee rest, it shall be done sweet Don, O now he's vanished. I am a happy Ghost, Revenge, my passage now cannot be crossed, Come charon: come hell's Sculler, waft me over, You sable streams which look like molten pitch, My Funeral rights are made, my hearse hung rich. Charon: a boat, Charon, charon? Who calls so loud on charon. Indeed 'tis such a time the truth to tell, I never want a fare, to pass to hell. These honoured rights and worthy duties spent Upon the Funeral of Andrea's dust, Those once his valiant ashes, march we now Homeward with victory to crown Spain's brow. The day is ours and joy yields happy treasure, Set on to Spain, in most triumphant measure. fore-god I have just missed them: ha? Soft Ieronimo: thou hast more friends To take thy leave of: Look well about thee, Embrace them, and take friendly leave, My arms are of the shortest, Let your loves piece them out, Your welcome all, as I am a Gentleman, For my son's sake, grant me a man at least, At least I am: O good night kind gentles, For I hope there's never a Iew among you all, And so I leave you.
seed 43: T61 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Come noble rib of honor, valliant carcasse, I loued thee so entirely when thou breathest, That I could die wert but to bleed with thee, And wish me wounds, euen for society. Heauen and this arme, once saued thée from thy foe, When his all wrathfull sword did basely point At the rich circle of thy labouring hart, Thou groueling vnder indignation, Of sword and ruth, O then stept heauen and I, Betwéene the stroke, but now alack must die: Since so the powers aboue haue writ it downe, In marble leaues that death is mortall crownd, Come then my friend in purple I will beare, Thee to my priuate tent, and then prepare, For honord Funerall for thy melting course. This scarse ile weare in memorie of our soules, And of our muteall loues, héere, héere, ile wind it, And full as often as I thinke one thée, Ile kisse this little ensigne this soft banner, Smeard with foes bloud, all for the maisters honor, Alas I pitty Bellimperias eies, Iust at this instant her hart sincks and dies. My boy ads treble comfort to my age, His share is greatest in this victory, The Portugales are slaine and put to flight, By Spaniards orce, most by Horatioes might: Ile to the Spanish tents to sée my sonne, Giue him my blessing, and then all is done. O my Lords? Sée Don Andreas ghoast salutes me, sée embraces me. It is your loue that shapes this apprehention. Do you not sée him plainly Lords, Now he would kisse my chéeke, O my pale friende, Wert thou any thing but a ghoast I could loue theée, Sée he points at his owne hearse, mark all, As i he did reioyce at funerall. Reueng giue my toong fréedom, to paint her part, To thank Horatio, and commend his hart. No youle blab secrets then? By Charons boat I will not. Nay you shall not: therefore passe, Secrets in hell are lockt with doores o brasse: Use action if you will, but not in voice, Your friend conceiues in signes how you reioyce. Sée, sée, he points to haue his goe forward on, I prethee rest, it shall be done sweet Don, O now hees vanisht. I am a happy Ghost, Reueng, my passage now cannot be crost, Come charon: come hels Sculler, waft me ore, You able streams which looke like moulten pitch, My Funerall rights are made, my herse hung rich. Charon: a bote, Charon, charon? Who cals so loud on charon. Indeed tis such a time the truth to tell, I neuer want a fare, to passe to hell. These honord rights and worthy duties spent Upon the Funerall of Andreas dust, Thoe once his valliant ashes, march we now Homeward with victory to crowne Spaines brow. The day is ours and ioy yeelds happy treasure, Set on to Spaine, in most triumphant measure. Foregod I haue iust mist them: ha? Soft Ieronimo: thou hast more friends To take thy leaue of: Looke well about thee, Imbrace them, and take friendly leaue, My armes are of the shortest, Let your loues péece them out, Your welcome all, as I am a Gentleman, For my sons sae, grant me a man at least, At least I am: good night kind gentles, For I hope the neuer a Iew among you all, And so I leaue ou.