Dekker, Thomas / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) comedy · Children of Paul's (second) T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.81 · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Oh God thou hast undone thyself and me, None live to match this piece, thou art to bloody, Yet for her sake, whom I'll embalm with tears, This Act with her I bury, and to quit Thy loss of such a jewel, thou shalt share My living with me, Come embrace. My Lord. villain, damned merciless slave, I'll torture thee To every inch of flesh: what ho: help, whose's there? Come hither: here's a murderer, bind him. How now, What noise is this. My Lord there are three citizens face me down, that here's one master Parenthesis a schoolmaster with your Lordship and desire he may be forthcoming to 'em. That borrowed name is mine. Shift for yourselves: Away, shift for yourselves; fly, I am taken. Why should they fly thou screech-owl. I will tell thee, Those three are partners with me in the murder, We four commixed the poison, shift for yourselves. Stops mouth, and drag him back: entreat 'em enter. O what a conflict feel I in my blood, I would I were less great to be more good: You're welcome, wherefore came you! guard the doors; When I behold that object, all my senses Revolt from reason, he that offers flight, Drops down a corpse. a corpse? I a corpse, do you scorn to be worms meat more than she? See Gentlemen, the Italian that does scorn, Beneath the Moon, no baseness like the horn, Has poured through all the veins of yond chaste bosom, Strong poison to preserve it from that plague, This fleshy Lord: he doted on my wife, He would have wrought on her and played on me. But to pare off these brims, I cut off her, And gulled him with this lie, that you had hands Dipped in her blood with mine, but this I did, That his stained age and name might not be hid. My Act (though vild) the world shall crown as just, I shall die eleere, when he lives soiled with lust: But come: rise Moll. Awake sweet Moll, thoust played The woman rarely, counterfeited well. Sure sh'as nine lives. See, Lucrece is not slain, Her eyes which lust called Suns, have their first beams, And all these frightments are but idle dreams: Yet (afore Ioue) she had her knife prepared To let his blood forth ere it should run black? Do not these open cuts now, cool your back? Methinks they should: when Vice sees with broad eyes Her ugly form, she does herself despise. Mirror of dames, I look upon thee now, As men long blind, (having recovered sight) Amazed: scarce able are to endure the light: Mine own shame strikes me dumb: hence forth the book I'll read shall be thy mind, and not thy look. I would either we were at Brainford to see our wives, or our wives here to see this Pageant. So would I, I stand upon thorns.
nodes 782–838 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 45 in this edition
Length
487 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.806 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Oh God thou hast vndone thy selfe and me, None liue to match this peece, thou art to bloudie, Yet for her sake, whom Ile embalme with teares, This Act with her I bury, and to quit Thy losse of such a Iewel, thou shalt share My liuing with me, Come imbrace. My Lord. Vilaine, dambd mercilesse slaue, Ile torture thee To euery ynch of flesh: what ho: helpe, whose there? Come hither: heres a murderer, bind him. How now, What noise is this. My Lord there are three Cittizens face mee downe, that heres one maister Parenthesis a schoolemaister with your Lordship and desire he may be forth-comming to em. That borrowed name is mine. Shft for your selues: Away, shift for your selues; fly, I am taken. Why should they flye thou Skreech-owle. I wil tel thee, Those three are partners with me in the murder, We foure commixt the poison, shift for your selues. Stops mouth, and drag him backe: intreat em enter. O what a conflict feele I in my bloud, I would I were lesse great to be more good: Y'are welcome, wherefore came you! guard the dores; When I behold that obiect, al my sences Reuolt from reason, he that offers flight, Drops downe a Coarse. a Coarse? I a coarse, do you scorn to be worms meat more then she? See Gentlemen, the Italian that does scorne, Beneath the Moone, no basenes like the horne, Has powr'd through all the veines of yon chast bosome, Strong poison to preserue it from that plague, This flesh'y Lord: he doted on my wife, He would haue wrought on her and plaid on me. But to pare off these brims, I cut off her, And guld him with this lie, that you had hands Dipt in her blood with mine, but this I did, That his staind age and name might not be hid. My Act (tho vild) the world shall crowne a iust, I shall dye eleere, when he liues soyld with lust: But come: rise Moll. Awake sweete Moll, th'ast played The woman rarely, counterfetted well. Sure sh'as nine liues. See, Lucrece is not slaine, Her eyes which lust cald Suns, haue their first beames, And all these frghtments are but idle dreames: Yet (afore Ioue) she had her knife prepard To let his bloud forth ere it should run blacke? Do not these open cuts now, coole your back? Methinkes they should: when Vice sees with broad eyes Her vgly forme, she does hrselfe despise. Mirror of dames, I looke vpon thee now, As men long blind, (hauing recouered sight) Amazd: scarce able are to endure the ligt: Mine owne shame strikes me dumb: hence forth the booke Ile read shall be thy mind, and not thy looke. I would either wee were at Braineford to see our wiue, or our wiues heere to see this Pageant. So would I, I stand vpon thornes.