The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt · chunk 22 of 22
Heywood, Thomas / Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) history · Worcester's Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.79 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
And demands a pardon, Only of her, for taking off her head? I gentle Guilford, and I pardon him. But i'll not pardon him, thou art my wife. And he shall ask me pardon for thy life, Pardon me his Lord. Rise, do not kneel. Though thou submit'st, thou hast a lowering steel Whose fatal declination brings our death: Good man of earth, make haste to make us earth. Pleaseth the Lady Iane, i'll help her off with her nightgown. Thanks gentle friend, But I have other waiting women to attend me. Good Mistress Ellen lend me a helping hand, To strip me of this worldly ornament Off with these robes, O tear them from my side, Such silken covers are the guilt of pride. Instead of gowns, my coverture be My worldly death or new celestial breath. What is it off? Madam almost. Not yet, O God! how hardly can we shake off this worlds Pomp, That cleaves unto us like our Body's skin? Yet thus O God shake of thy servants sin. Here is a scarf to blind your From all the world, but from my Guilford's sight: Befor Let me behold him with a constant look. O do not kill me with that piteous eye: 'tis my last farewell, take it patiently, My dearest Guilford let us Nowe blinde mine ey, Oh! How fares my Lord he's fallen into a trance. , Guilford if thou die in will be the first in heauely bliss Hear comes the Headsman, with the head of Iane: Who spoke of Iane? who named my Lovely Iane? Behold her head. O I shall faint again! Yet let me bear this fight unto my grave My sweet Ianes head: Look Norfolk, Arundel, Winchester Do male factors, look: Thus when they die a ruddy lip, A clear reflecting eye, Cheeks purer than the Maiden oreant pearl, That sprinkles bashfulness through the clouds Her innocence, has given her this look: The like for me to show so well being dead, How innocence, would Guilford lose his head. My Lord, the time run on. So does our death. here's one has run so fast she's out of breath, But the time goes on, And my fair Ianes white soul, will be In heaven before me If I doe stay: stay getle wie, Thy Guilford follows thee, Though on the earth we part, by adverse fate, Our souls shall knock together at heavens gate. The sky is calm, our deaths have a fair day, And we shall pass the smother on our way. My Lords farewell, ay once farewell to all, The Father's pride has caused the Children's fall. Thus have we seen her highness will performed, And now their heads and bodies shall be joined and buried in one grave, as fits their loves. Thus much i'll say in their behalfs now dead, Their Father's pride their lives have severed.
Heywood, Thomas / Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Webster, John
Publication year (edition)
1607
First performance / composition (Annals)
1602
First performance (BritDrama)
1601 [autumn]
Company (BritDrama)
Worcester's Men
Genre (British Drama)
history
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 600 · TCP A20096 · DEEP 499
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1305–1377 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 22 in this edition
Length
484 words · 632 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.795 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
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 demaundes a pardon, Onely of her, for taking off her head? I gntle Guilford, and I pardon him. But ile not pardon him, thou art my wife. And he shall aske me pardon for thy life, Pard Lord. Rise, doe not kneele. Thugh thou submit'st, thou hast a lowring steele Whose fatal declynation brings our death: Good man of earth, make haste to make vs ear. Pleaseth the Lady Iane, ile helpe her off with her night-Gowne. Thankes gentle riend, But I haue other waiting women to attend mee. Good Mistris Ellin lend me a helping hand, To strip me of this worldly ornamen Off with these robes, O the from my side, Such silken coue are the guilt of prid. Insteede of gownes, my , My worldly death new . What is it off? Madam almoste. Not yet, O God! how hardly can we shake off this worldes Pomp, That cleaues vnto vs like our bodies Yet thus O God shake of thy seruants sinne. Here is a scarfe to blinde you . From all the world, but from my Guilford sight: Befor Let me with a looke. O doe not kill me with that Tis my last farwell, take it : My dearest Guilford Nowe blinde mine ey, Oh! How fares my Lod Hee's fal into a . , Guilrd if thou will be the first in heauely bliss Heare comes the Heads-man, with the head of Iane: Who spake of Iane? who namde my lòuely Iane? Behold her head. O I shall faint againel Yet let me beare this fight vnto my My sweete Ianes head: Looke Norfolke, Arundell, Winches Doe male factors, looke: Thus when they die ruddi lippe, A cleere reflecting eye, Cheekes purer then the Maiden oreant That bashlnes through the Her innocence, has giuen her this looke: The like for me to show so well being dead, How innocence, would Guilford loose his head. My Lord, the time run on. So does our death. Heeres one has run so fast shee's out of breath, But the time goes on, And faire Ianes white soule, wil be In heauen before me If I doe stay: stay getle wie, Thy Guilfrd followes thee, Though on the earth we part, by aduerse fate, Our soules sall knock together at heauens gate. The is deathes haue a And we the smoother on our way. My Lords farwell, farwel to all, The Fathers prid has causde the Childrens fall. Thus haue we seene her Highnesse will perform'd, And now their heads and bodies shall beeioynd and buried in one graue, as fis their loues. Thus much ile say in their behalfes now dead, Fathers pride their liues haue seuered.