Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.84 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
O no, my Lord; it would make Cowards fear To touch the reputations of full men, When only they are left to imp the law, justice will soon distinguish murderous minds From just revengers: Had my friend been slain, (His enemy surviving) he should die, Since he had added to a murmured fame (Which was in his intent) a murdered man; And this had worthily been wilful murder: But my friend only saved his fame's dear life, Which is above life, taking th'under value, Which in the wrong it did, was forfeit to him; And in this fact only preserves a man In his uprightness; worthy to survive Millions of such as murder men, alive. Well brother, rise, and raise your friend withal From death to life: and D'Ambois, let your life (Refined by passing through this merited death) Be purged from more such foul pollution; Nor on your scape, nor valour more presuming, To be again so violent. My Lord, I loathe as much a deed of unjust death, As law itself doth; and to tyrannize, Because I have a little spirit to date, And power to do, as to be tyrannized; This is a grace that (on my knees redoubled) I crave to double this my short life's gift; And shall your royal bounty Centuple, That I may so make good what God and nature Have given me for my good: since I am free, (Offending no just law) let no law make By any wrong it does, my life her slave: When I am wronged and that law fails to right me, Let me be King myself (as man was made) And do a justice that exceeds the law: If my wrong pass the power of single valour To right and expiate; then be you my King, And do a Right, exceeding Law and Nature: Who to himself is law, no law doth need, Offends no King, and is a King indeed. Enjoy what thou intreat'st, we give but ours. What you have given, my Lord, is ever yours. Mort dieu, who would have pardoned such a murder? Now vanish horrors into Court attractions, For which let this balm make thee fresh and fair. How shall I quite your love? Be true to the end: I have obtained a Kingdom with my friend. He will have pardon sure. 'twere pity else: For though his great spirit something overflow, All faults are still borne, that from greatness grow: But such a sudden Courtier saw I never. He was too sudden, which indeed was rudeness. True, for it argued his no due conceit Both of the place, and greatness of the persons: Nor of our sex: all which (we all being strangers To his encounter) should have made more manners Deserve more welcome. All this fault is found Because he loved the Duchess and left you.
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Length
477 words · 615 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.835 (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)
O no, my Lord; it would make Cowards feare To touch the reputations of full men, When only they are left to impe the law, Iustice will soone distinguish murtherous mindes From iust reuengers: Had my friend beene slaine, (His enemie suruiuing) he should die, Since he had added to a murther'd fame (Which was in his intent) a murthered man; And this had worthily beene wilfull murther: But my friend only sau'd his fames deare life, Which is aboue life, taking th'vnder value, Which in the wrong it did, was forfeit to him; And in this fact only preserues a man In his vprightnesse; worthie to suruiue Millions of such as murther men, aliue. Well brother, rise, and raise your friend withall From death to life: and D'Ambois, let your life (Refin'd by passing through this merited death) Be purg'd from more such foule pollution; Nor on your scape, nor valour more presuming, To be againe so violent. My Lord, I loth as much a deede of vniust death, As law it selfe doth; and to Tyrannise, Because I haue a little spirit to date, And power to doe, as to be Tyranniz'd; This is a grace that (on my knees redoubled) I craue to double this my short lifes gift; And shall your royall bountie Centuple, That I may so make good what God and nature Haue giuen mee for my good: since I am free, (Offending no iust law) let no law make By any wrong it does, my life her slaue: When I am wrong'd and that law failes to right me, Let me be King my selfe (as man was made) And doe a iustice that exceedes the law: If my wrong passe the power of single valour To right and expiate; then be you my King, And doe a Right, exceeding Law and Nature: Who to himselfe is law, no law doth neede, Offends no King, and is a King indeede. Enioy what thou intreat'st, we giue but ours. What you haue giuen, my Lord, is euer yours. Mort dieu, who would haue pardon'd such a murther? Now vanish horrors into Court attractions, For which let this balme make thee fresh and faire. How shall I quite your loue? Be true to the end: I haue obtain'd a Kingdome with my friend. He will haue pardon sure. Twere pittie else: For though his great spirit something ouerflow, All faults are still borne, that from greatnesse grow: But such a sudden Courtier saw I neuer. He was too sudden, which indeede was rudenesse. True, for it argued his no due conceit Both of the place, and greatnesse of the persons: Nor of our sex: all which (we all being strangers To his encounter) should haue made more maners Deserue more welcome. All this fault is found Because he lou'd the Dutchesse and left you.