The Devil's Charter, or Pope Alexander the Sixth · chunk 39 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 0.66 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Nay let him drink and burst, for believe me I was informed before of such a fellow; for whom I was commanded to lay bate; oh notable villain, how he sealeth death. This is a Noble nipster i'faith, so so. Back again to kennel slave. He hath his full wages doubt not Bernardo, to serve him till he die, seem not to respect him in any case do I pray you. Nay but do not you respect him, lest he doubt you suspect him. Oh doubt you not, doubt you not, I will never look, let us turn our talk. Tell his Holiness 'tis well compounded and composed of all those drugs mentioned in your letter, give the Duke right humble thanks for his token, and with all reverence kiss his excellent hand. And by this signet you are to deliver me the bottles. Have a care of them and deliver them. Farewell fellow Rotsi. Adieu Bernardo. Now do not I pity this Spanish villain because he consented to the poisoning of this soldier, but for that I am innocent. What is the wild goose fallen? have at you Sir, might a poor soldier speak half a score words to your venomous worship and according to your accustomed surliness have no replyal: I believe you sir, your words are not offensive in any sort I must confess. Now thou infectious slave, thou compictious Rascal, thou confectionary villain: where is you sublimatum now sir? where is your Ratsbanatum now? now where are your poisoned pullets in stewed-broth? where be they? you never dreamt of a poisoned ballet, did you go too? now signior currigantino will I rummage in the worm eaten keel of your rotten hulk: passion of my soul what papers are these. Foh powder, powder foh, what's here I marry sir I like this well, are you so pursy sir, this may serve to stop a gap in my neighbour's hedge, what is this you show me with a shame to you, yea and master of the small ordinance to, this Basilisk hath been often mounted where there hath been hot and dangerous service in the I'll of Iapan, hold passion of me my guts, out upon thee thou hast poisoned me with thy stinking breath or with thy villainous powders out alas alas what fiery commotions I feel in my body griping fretting and fuming, a plague on your bottle ale with a vengeance, I am peppered there is no remedy in all these extreme agonies! must draw this villain further: and throw him into a ditch, Deh veleno dell Diabolo, farewell farewell my old Shurcordillio Frescobaldi: farewell Madam Sempronia, for in conscience I am guilty of mine own death oh the pangs of hell and purgatory; come you lousy Rascal I will bury thee with carrion in the next ditch. Have you delivered to the bottleman, The fatal wine. I I gave charge to Bernardo, Having them safely sealed with mine own signet, That when feasting I do call for wine, He shall break up the seals and fill that out, For the two Cardinals Cornetto and Modina.
nodes 2461–2479 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 39 of 45 in this edition
Length
521 words · 679 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.661 (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)
Nay let him drinke and burst, for beleeue me I as enformd before of such a ellowe; for whome I was commanded to lay bate; oh notable villeine, how he sealeth death. This is a Noble nipster faith, so so. Backe againe to kennell slaue. He hath his full wages dout not Bernardo, to serue him till he die, seeme not to respect him in any case doe I pray you. Nay but doe not you respect him, least he doubte you suspect him. Oh doubt you not, doubt you not, I will neuer looke, let vs turne our talke. Tell his Holinesse tis well compounded and composed of all those drugges mentioned in your letter, giue the Duke right humble thankes for his token, and with all reuerence kisse his excellent hand. And by this signet you are to deluiuer me the bottles. Haue a care of them and deliuer them. Farewell fellow Rotsi. Adieu Bernardo. Now doe not I pitty this Spanish villaine because hee consented to the poysoning of this soldier, but for that I am innocent. What is the wild goose fallen? haue at you Sir, might a poore soldier speake halfe a score woords to your venemous worship and according to your accustomed surlinesse haue no repyall: I beleeue you sir, your wordes are not offenciue in any sort I must confesse. Now thou infectious slaue, thou compictious Rascal, thou confectionary villeine: where is you sublimatum now sir? where is your Ratsbanatum now? now where are your poysoned pulets in stued-broth? where bee they? you neuer drempt of a poysoned ballet, did you goe too? now Signor currigantino will I romage in the worme eaten keele of your rotten hulk: passion of my soule what papers are these. Foh powder, powder foh, whats here I marry sir I like this well, ae you so pursie sir, this may serue to stop a gap in my neighbours hedg, what is this you show me with a same to you, yea and maister of the small ordinance to, this Basilisk hath beene often mounted where there hath beene hot and dangerous siruice in the Ile of Iapan, hold passion of me my guts, out vpo thee thou hast poysoned mee with thy stinking breath or with thy villonous powders out alasse alasse what sirie commotions I feele in my bodie gryping fretting and suming, a plague on your bottle ale with a vengeance, I am peppered there is no remedie in all these extreame agonies! must draw this villeine further: and throw him into a ditch, Deh veleno dell Diabolo, farewell farewell my old Shurcordillio Frescobldi ▪ farewell Madam Sempronia, for in conscience I am guilty of mine owne death oh the pangs of hell and purgatory; come you lowsie Raskall I will bury thee with carryon in the next ditch. Haue you deliuered to the bottleman, The fatall wine. I I gaue charge to Bernardo, Hauing them safely seald with mine owne signet, That when feasting I do call for wine, He shall breake vp the seales and fill that out, For the two Cardinalls Cornetto and Modina.