Sharpham, Edward · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.76 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
And let him fume, O would his gall would burst with indignation, then should his temper procreate my bliss, and I enjoy that Saint incarnate: but what shall I do, since base nor noble shape can win, a third i'll try. And if that fail knight, go to church and pray, For vengeance wings brings on thy lethal day. He that a long way voyage takes in hand, fears dangerous gusts at sea, and storms: At land conquering cold that cripples cursed age, and doubts lest every cloud should prove a storm, & beat his wearied carcase to the earth. But O, I would to God my longest journey unto death were to be ta'en, for I do cast no doubts, having lost all comfort, My Son, I fear, is dead, The loss of him makes life to me but like a blister on my flesh, which grieves me much, and nought can ease, unless it breaks. O whilst he lived his presence was a force unto my age, & gave it such a luster as did enrich my ring of Life: for life is but a ring beginning in our weakness, going round, till unto weakness we return again, then to the ground. The world itself is but a skilful game at chesses, which being ended, Kings and Queens, Bishops and Knights into one bags are thrown at last: So all of us both poor and rich, shall in the end into the earth, as into a Bag be cast-Mans life is like unto a ship that crossed by tempests and by tides, some thoughts of his like billows swell him up aloft, another strikes him down, Thus man as on a sea is tossed, in fairest weather fears a storm, and in a storm the event, but in the end he sinks, when life is spent: grief hath no bounds in tears, it ebbs and flows. Till it have drowned life, and ended woes. But Wages, is there no means (thinkest thou) to turn by it, nor to force back his stream of wrath. Yes i'll warrant ye Madam, if you'll be ruled by me, you shall see i'll make him seek to be friends with you, & entreat me to speak for him too, but then I would have you seem a little strange: but you shall directly rail on him. Therefore I would have ye hide yourselves here behind the hangings, for 'twill not be long ere he come this way, and than you shall come forth and frame your behaviour according as our discourse shall require. Mass here he comes, let's stand close. we will, and heaven assist thy projects. Now Wages, what news with you? That which I think will help you from being divorced. What's that? Why your Lady is not with child. is't possible?
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Length
472 words · 590 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.762 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And let him fume, O would his gal would burst with indignation, then should his tempe prcreate my blisse, and I that Saint incarnat: but what shall I doe, since base nor noble shape can win, a third ile trie. And if that faile knight, goe to church and pray, For vengeance wings brings on thy lethall day. Hee that a long waie voyage takes in hand, feares dangerous gustes at sea, and stormes: At land conquering colde that cripels curssed age, and doubts least euerie cloud should proue a storme, & beat his weryed carkasse to the earth. But O, I wold to God my longest Iourney vnto death were to bee tane, for I de cast no doubts, hauing lost all comfort, My Sonne, I feare, is dead, The losse of him makes life to me but like a blister on my flesh, which grieues mee much, and nought can ease, vnlesse it breakes. O whilst hee liued his presēce was a force vnto my age, & gaue it such a luster as did inrich my ring of Life: for life is but a ring beginning in our weakenesse, going round, till vnto weaknes we returne again, then to the ground. The world it selfe is but a skilfull game at chesses, which beeing ended, Kinges and Queenes, Bishops and Knightes into one bags are throwne at last: So all of vs both poore and rich, shall in the end into the earth, as into a Bag be cast-Mans ife is like vnto a ship that crost by tempests and by tides, some thoughts of his like billowes swell him vp a loft, another strikes him downe, Thus man as on a sea is oste, infaest weather feares a stome, and in a storme the euent, but in the ende hee sinckes, when life is spent: griefe hath no boundes in teares, it ebbes and flowes. Till it haue drowned life, and ended woes. But Wages, is there no meanes (thinkest thou) to turne by it, nor to force backe his streame of wrath. Yes ile warrant ye Madam, if youle be ruld by me, you shall see ile make him seeke to be friendes with you, & intreat me to speak for him too, but then I would haue you seeme a little strange: but you shall directly raile on him. Therfore I wold haue ye hide your selues here behinde the hangings, for twill not be long ere hee come this way, and then you shall come foorth and frame your behauiour according as our discourse shall require. Masse heere he come, lets stand close. Wee will, and heauen assist thy proiects. Now Wages, what newes with you? That which I thinke will helpe you from beeing diuorc'd. What's that? Why your Lady is not with childe. I'st possible?