Chapman, George · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) tragedy · Children of Paul's (second) · Paul's T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.72 · 467 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Takes on her swarthy shoulders, Hecate Crowned with a grove of oaks: fly where men feel The burning axle-tree: and those that suffer Beneath the chariot of the Snowy Bear: And tell them all that D'Ambois now is hasting To the eternal dwellers; that a thunder Of all their sighs together (for their frailties Beheld in me) may quit my worthless fall With a fit volley for my funeral. Forgive thy murderers. I forgive them all; And you my Lord, their fautor; for true sign Of which unfeigned remission, take my sword; Take it, and only give it motion, And it shall find the way to victory By his own brightness, and th' inherent valour My fight hath stilled into't, with charms of spirit. And let me pray you, that my weighty blood Laid in one scale of your impartial spleen May sway the forfeit of my worthy love weighed in the other: and be reconciled With all forgiveness to your matchless wife. Forgive thou me dear servant, and this hand That lead thy life to this unworthy end, Forgive it, for the blood with which 'tis stained In which I writ the summons of thy death: The forced summons, by this bleeding wound, By this here in my bosom: and by this That makes me hold up both my hands imbrued For thy dear pardon. O, my heart is broken Fate, nor these murderers, Monsieur, nor the Guise. Have any glory in my death, but this: This killing spectacle: this prodigy: My sun is turned to blood 'gainst whose red beams Pindas and Ossa (hid in endless snow Laid on my heart and liver; from their veins) Melt like two hungry torrents: eating rocks Into the Ocean of all human life, And make it bitter, only with my blood: O frail condition of strength, valour; virtue, In me (like warning fire upon the top Of some steep beacon, on a steeper hill) Made to express it: like a falling star Silently glanced, that like a thunderbolt, Looked to have stuck and shook the firmament. Son of the earth, whom my unrested soul, es t'haue begotten in the faith of heauen; (Since thy revengeful Spirit hath rejected The charity it commands, and the remission To serve and worship, the blind rage of blood) Assay to gratulate and pacify, The soul fled from this worthy by performing The Christian reconcilement he besought Betwixt thee and thy Lady, let her wounds Manlesly digged in her, be eased and cured With balm of thine own tears: or be assured Never to rest free from my haunt and horror. See how she merits this: still sitting by And mourning his fall, more than her own fault. Remove, dear daughter, and content thy husband: So piety wils thee, and thy servants peace.
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Length
467 words · 627 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.723 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Takes on her swarthy shoulders, Heccate Cround with a groue of oakes: flie where men feele The burning axeltree: and those that suffer Beneath the chariot of the Snowy Beare: And tell them all that D'Ambois now is hasting To the eternall dwellers; that a thunder Of all their sighes together (for their frailties Beheld in me) may quit my worthlesse fall With a fit volley for my funerall. Forgiue thy murtherers. I forgiue them all; And you my Lord, their fautor; for true signe Of which vnfain'd remission, take my sword; Take it, and only giue it motion, And it shall finde the way to victorie By his owne brightnesse, and th' inherent valour My fight hath still'd into't, with charmes of spirit. And let me pray you, that my weighty bloud Laid in one skale of your impertiall splene May sway the forfeit of my worthy loue Waid in the other: and be reconcilde With all forgiuenesse to your matchlesse wife. Forgiue thou me deare seruant, and this hand That lead thy life to this vnworthy end, Forgiue it, for the bloud with which tis staind In which I writ the summons of thy death: The forced summons, by this bleeding wound, By this heere in my bosome: and by this That makes me hold vp both my hands embrewd For thy deare pardon. O, my heart is broken Fate, nor these murtherers, Monsieur, nor the Guise. Haue any glorie in my death, but this: This killing spectacle: this prodigie: My sunne is turnd to blood gainst whose red beams Pindas and Ossa (hid in endlesse snow Laid on my heart and liuer; from their vains) Melt like two hungrie torrents: eating rockes Into the Ocean of all humane life, And make it bitter, only with my bloud: O fraile condition of strength, valure; vertue, (like warning fire vpon the top Of some steepe Beakon, on a steeper hill) Made to expresse it: like a falling starre Silently glanc't, that like a thunderbolt, Lookt to haue stucke and shooke the firmament. Son of the earth, whom my vnrested soule, es t'haue begotten in the faith of heauen; (Since thy reuengefull Spirit hath reiected The charitie it commands, and the remission To serue and worship, the blind rage of bloud) Assay to gratulate and pacifie, The soule fled from this worthy by performing The Christian reconcilement he besought Betwixt thee and thy Lady, let her wounds Manlesly digd in her, be easd and cur'd With balme of thine owne teares: or be assur'd Neuer to rest free from my haunt and horror. See how she merits this: still sitting by And mourning his fall, more than her owne fault. Remoue, deare daughter, and content thy husband: So piety wils thee, and thy seruants peace.