The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 10 of 45
Barnes, Barnabe · published 1607 · first performed or written 1606 (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.77 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Do my good friend I will expect thee in this parlour here? Fellow come back, come back, fellow come back: Your Lord lies murdered here call up your Lady; Call in your fellow servants. Deh Santa Croce. grasped in his fatal hand some violence, wrought on himself: nature so much violate herself? not wrought by bloody Borgia's race? te hypchrisie, Iuse me and ineruable reveal it, oh reveal it in thy mercy. Where y Lord? my dea Ld? Fairy Lady. Approach not near this ruthful spectacle; Approach not near this spectacle of blood, This ruthful spectacle of blood and death, Lease sudden horror of these bleeding wounds Wound thy distracted spirits to pale death. What honour or what mortal spectacle. Upon such sudden hath astonished me? Oh my dear Lord: Viselli speak to me: Oh most disastrous accident and hour; Ay me most wretched and unfortunate, My dearest Lord the treasure of my life, The sweetest paradise of my best hopes, Is murdered: out the murderers Leave not unsearched a corner nor a Cranny: Lock up the doors there lest that homicide Escape us in this passion— have patience Lady Heavens will reveal the murder doubt it not. Ah Noble Barbarossa much I fear Now with these eyes I see the murderer, Stained with the guilt of nature; oh my Lord You little know that these work woman's hands Twice rescued have the violence of his; From killing of himself before this time: Oh fie upon the devil, and melancholy; Which leave me desolate a forlorn widow. Madam these papers will bewray some matter. Oh might I find another murderer. These do contain some matter read them Lady. My heart swollen up with sorrow, lends no light Unto mine eyes, nor force unto my tongue To see one letter, or to read one word, I pray you read it good Lord Barbarossa. I Gismond de Viselli through desperate grief conceived in jealousy (which I bore against my Lady Lucrecia) having found out by much trial, and examination her faithfulness and innocency, make this my protestation as the last piacular oblation to her for those wrongs that with mine own unfortunate hands I have ended my life, desiring her and all others to forgive me, and pray for me, subscribed with mine own hand, and sealed with my seal. Oh Lord of heavens have pardon on his soul. This is his hand and seal, speak now my Lord: Did not I soon disclose the murderer? Told I not that the murderer was present? Ah never never shall I live to see. Comfort you self dear Lady God will send succour Your husband hath paid dearly for these wrongs. Give me my Lord again, death shall not have him, Come my dear Gismond▪ come again my joy: Delay me not lest I prevent thy love I cannot brook delay's, Lucrece shall follow. Tempt not God's justice Lady, fall to prayer, Help, in the take your Lord out of her sight.
nodes 595–654 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 45 in this edition
Length
498 words · 633 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.773 (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)
Do my good friend I will expect thee in this parler here? Fellow come bake, come back, fellow come back: Yur Lod mutred here call vp your Lady; Call i your ellow seuants. Dh anta Croce. gasped in his fatall and ome violence, wrought on himselfe: much vioate her selfe? ought by bloudy Borgies race? te hypchrisie, Iuse me and ineruable Realet, o it in thy mecy. Where y Lord? my dea Ld? Faiy Lady. Approch no neere this thull setacle; Approach not neere ths speace o blud, This uhfull spectcle of blud and death, Lease suddain horror of these bleeding wounds Wound thy dstracted sprits to pale death. Wha honor or what motall spectacle. Vpon such suddaine hath astonished me? Oh my deere Lord: Visell speake to me: Oh most disastrous accident and houre; Ay me most wretched and vnfortunate, My deerest▪ the treasue of my life, The sweetest paradie of my best hopes, Is murthedik out the murtherers Leaue not vnsearcht a corner nr a Crany: Locke vp the otes there least that homicide Escape vs in ti passion — Hau patience Lady Heauens will reueale te murther dobt it not. Ah Noble Barbaroa much I feae Now with tese eyes I see the murtherer, Saind wi the guilt of nature; h my Lord You lttle knw that these wke wmans hads Twise escued haue the volee o his; From killing of himselfe before this time: Oh fe vpon the diuill, and melancholy; Which leaue me desolate a forelorne widdow. Madam these papers will bewray some matter. Oh might I finde an other murtherer. Thse do containe some matter read them Lady. My heat swolne vp with sorrow, lends no light Vnto mine eyes, nor force vnto my tongue To see one letter, or to reade one word, I pray you reade it good Lord Barbarossa. I Gismond de Viselli through desperate griefe conceiued in iealousie (which I bare against my Lady Lucrecia) hauing found out by much triall, and examinaion her faithfulnesse and innocency, make this my protestation as the last piacular oblation to her for those wrongs that with mine own vnfortunate hands I haue ended my lie, desring her and all others to forgiue me, and pray for me, subscribed with mine owne hand, ad sealed with my seale. Oh Lord of heauens haue pardon on his soule. This is his hand and seale, speake now my Lord: Did not I soone disclose the murtherer? Told I not that the murherer was present? Ah neuer neuer shall I liue to see. Comfort you selfe deere Lady God will send succor Your huband hath paied deerely for these wrongs. Giue me my Lord againe, death shall not haue him, Come my deere Gsmond ▪ come agane my ioye: Delay me not least I preuent thy loe I cannot brooke delay's, Lcrece shall follow. Tempt not Gods iustice Lady, fall to praier, Helpe, in the take your Lord out of her sight.