Dekker, Thomas · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1607] (Annals) history; allegory · Prince Henry's Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.71 · 530 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Nothing to read? that (if my nerves should shrink And make mine arm revolt) I might have colour To usurp this walk of hers: what's this? see, see An Angel thrusts this iron into my hand, My warrant signed from Babylon to kill her, Endorsed, the last will of Paridell. Le concede sua Benedictione, plenaria indulgenza, E remissione dittti li peccati—tutti li peccati— All, all my sins are paid off, paying this, 'tis done, 'tis done, All you blessed powers I charm, Now, now, knit all your sinews to this arm. You haprooued yourself a loyal gentleman. The hand of Angels guide us: she's not here, The Queen's killed; treason: Wenches, raise the Court. Walk several ways first. Ways; she's murdered: treason. Treason; asword. What traitor dare? who? where? A guard the damned serpent, see, lurks here. Sure here's some nest they breed in paw him fast, This Wolf, this Yeade (mark, he swells red with poison,) This learned knave is swum to murder thee. I defy any man that speaks it. Hah:—defie this , est ge, Defy him, he shall spit into thy Thy beard scald 〈◊〉, And dost thou betray 〈◊〉 Sui●… thou so? And will seal my speech with blood. My no against his yea; My no his good. Better, his yea go naked, and your no's Very well elo off, , th And here's his naked truth. Again. Oh me;— now nothing but your mercy me can save. It must not: Princes that would safely live, May grieue at traytor falles but not fome. Let him be summoned to the bar of shame. 'tis welcome, a black life, ends in black fame, Away with him. Now to the business, We have one foot. ay, I, look to the head. The hangman cures those members. What is done? This (sacred Lady:) we with either hand Have raised an Army both by sea and land. Your goodly ships bear the most royal freight, That the world owes (true hearts) their wombs are full, Of noble spirits, each man in his face Shows a King's daunting look, the soldiers stand So thickly on the decke, so braue sim'd, (The Silken streamers waving o'er their heads) That (seeing them) you would judge 'twere Pentecost, And that the jolly youngsters of your towns, Had flocked together in gay multitudes, For May-games, and for summer merriments, They looke so ely: in such de mome So many Fairies never dwelled at once, Never so many men were borne so soon, The drum that gave the call, could not be heard For justling armours: ere the call was done, It was so ringed about with groves of pikes, That when they broke on both sides to give way, The beating of the drum was thunder's noise, Whilst coats of steel clashed so on coats of steel, Helmets on helmets that they struck out fire, Which showed like lightning, or those flames that fly From the huge Cyclops-hammer, when they sweat To forge Ioues thunder: And in such a heat With quickness rush they armed forth, captains swore, Harness was sure the clothes they daily wore. Men faster came to fight then to a feast.
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T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.715 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Nothing to read? that (if my nerues should shrink And make mine arme reuolt) I might haue colour To vsurp this walke of hers: whats this? see, see An Angel thsts this iron into my hand, My warrant signd from Babylon to kill her, Endorsed, the last will of Paridell. Le concede sua Benedictione, plenaria indulgenza, E remissione dittti li peccati—tutti li peccati— All, all my sinnes are paid off, paying this, Tis done, tis done, All you blest powers I charme, Now, now, knit all your sinewes to this arme. You haproou'd your selfe a loyall gentleman. The hand of Angels guide vs: Shees not heere, The Queen's kild; treason: Wenches, raise the Court. Walke seuerall waies first. Waies; shees murdered: treason. Treason; asword. What traytor dare? who? where? A guard the damned serpent, see, lurkes heere. Sure heeres some nest they breed in paw him fast, This Woolfe, this Yeade (marke, he swelles red with poyson,) This learned knaue is swome to murder thee. I defie any man that speakes it. Hah:—defie this , est ge, Defie him, he shal spit , Thy beard scald , And doest thou bey Sui thou so? And will sea with bloud. My no against ; My good. Better, his yeas goe ked, noes Very well elo off, , th And heres his naked tru. Againe. Oh me;—new nothing l your mercy me can saue. It must not: pri that would safely liue, May grieue at traytor falles but not fome. Let him be sonniond to the bre of she. Tis welcome, a blacke life, bla fame, Away with him. Now to the busines, We haue one foote. I, I, looke to the head. The hangman cures those members. What is done? This (sacred Lady:) we ll either hand Haue raisde an Armie both by a and land. Your goodly ships beare the most royall freight, That the world owes (true hearts) their wōbes are ful, Of noble spirits, each man in his face Shewes a Kings dauning looke, the souldiers stand So thickly on the decke, so braue sim'd, (The Silken streamers walng or their heades) That (seeing them) you woulddge twe pentecost, And that the iollie youngsters of your townes, Had flockt togither in gay multitudes, For May-games, and for summer merriments, They looke so ely: in such de mome So many Faieries neuer dwelt at once, Neuer so many men wea borne so soone, The drum that gaue the call, could not be heard For iustling armours: er'e the call was done, It was so rigd about with groues of pikes, That when they brake on both sides to giue way, The beating of the drum ws thunder noise, Whilst coates of steele clasht so on coates of steele, Helmets on helmets that they strucke out fire, Which shewd like lightning, or those flames that flie From the huge Cyclops-hammer, when they sweate To forge Ioues thunder: And in such a heate With quicknes rush they armed forth, captaines swore, Harnesse was sure the cloathes they daily wore. Men faster came to fight then to a feast.