Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1605 [1605-1606] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.72 · 488 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Now Edmund, where's the villain? Here stood he in the dark, his sharp Sword out, Mumbling of wicked charms, conjuring the Moon To stand auspicious Mistress. But where is he? Look Sir, I bleed. Where is the villain, Edmund? Fled this way Sir, when by no means he could. Pursue him, ho: go after. By no means, what? Persuade me to the murder of your Lordship, But that I told him the revenging Gods, 'Gainst Parricides did all the thunder bend, Spoke with how manifold, and strong a Bond The Child was bound to ' th' Father; Sir in fine, Seeing how loathly opposite I stood To his unnatural purpose, in fell motion With his prepared Sword, he charges home My unprovided body, latched mine arm; And when he saw my best alarmed spirits Bold in the quarrels right, roused to th' encounter, Or whether gasted by the noise I made, Full suddenly he fled. Let him fly far: Not in this Land shall he remain uncaught And found; dispatch, the Noble Duke my Master, My worthy Arch and Patron comes to night, By his authority I will proclaim it, That he which finds him shall deserve our thankes, Bringing the murderous Coward to the stake: He that conceals him death. When I dissuaded him from his intent, And found him pight to do it, with cursed speech I threatened to discover him; he replied, Thou unpossessing Bastard, dost thou think, If I would stand against thee, would the reposall Of any trust, virtue, or worth in thee Make thy words faithed? No, what should I deny, (As this I would, though thou didst produce My very Character) I'd turn it all To thy suggestion, plot, and damned practice: And thou must make a dullard of the world, If they not thought the profits of my death Were very pregnant and potential spirits To make thee seek it. O strange and fastened Villain, Would he deny his Letter, said he? Hark, the Duke's Trumpets, I know not where he comes; All Ports I'll bar, the villain shall not scape, The Duke must grant me that: besides, his picture I will send far and near, that all the kingdom May have due note of him, and of my land, (Loyal and natural Boy) I'll work the means To make thee capable. How now my Noble friend, since I came hither (Which I can call but now,) I have heard strangeness. If it be true; all vengeance comes too short Which can pursue th' offender; how dost my Lord? O Madam, my old heart is cracked, it's cracked. What, did my Father's Godson seek your life? He whom my Father named, your Edgar? O Lady, Lady, shame would have it hid. Was he not companion with the riotous Knights That tended upon my Father? I know not Madam, 'tis too bad, too bad. Yes Madam, he was of that consort.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 716–780 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 46 in this edition
Length
488 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.724 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Now Edmund, where's the villaine? Here ſtood he in the dark, his ſharpe Sword out, Mumbling of wicked charmes, coniuring the Moone To ſtand auſpicious Miſtris. But where is he? Looke Sir, I bleed. Where is the villaine, Edmund? Fled this way Sir, when by no meanes he could. Purſue him, ho: go after. By no meanes, what? Perſwade me to the murther of your Lordſhip, But that I told him the reuenging Gods, 'Gainſt Paricides did all the thunder bend, Spoke with how manifold, and ſtrong a Bond The Child was bound to' th' Father; Sir in fine, Seeing how lothly oppoſite I ſtood To his vnnaturall purpoſe, in fell motion With his prepared Sword, he charges home My vnprouided body, latch'd mine arme; And when he ſaw my beſt alarum'd ſpirits Bold in the quarrels right, rouz'd to th' encounter, Or whether gaſted by the noyſe I made, Full ſodainely he fled. Let him fly farre: Not in this Land ſhall he remaine vncaught And found; diſpatch, the Noble Duke my Maſter, My worthy Arch and Patron comes to night, By his authoritie I will proclaime it, That he which finds him ſhall deſerue our thankes, Bringing the murderous Coward to the ſtake: He that conceales him death. When I diſſwaded him from his intent, And found him pight to doe it, with curſt ſpeech I threaten'd to diſcouer him; he replied, Thou vnpoſſeſſing Baſtard, doſt thou thinke, If I would ſtand againſt thee, would the repoſall Of any truſt, vertue, or worth in thee Make thy words faith'd? No, what ſhould I denie, (As this I would, though thou didſt produce My very Character) I'ld turne it all To thy ſuggeſtion, plot, and damned practiſe: And thou muſt make a dullard of the world, If they not thought the profits of my death Were very pregnant and potentiall ſpirits To make thee ſeeke it. O ſtrange and faſtned Villaine, Would he deny his Letter, ſaid he? Harke, the Dukes Trumpets, I know not wher he comes; All Ports Ile barre, the villaine ſhall not ſcape, The Duke muſt grant me that: beſides, his picture I will ſend farre and neere, that all the kingdome May haue due note of him, and of my land, (Loyall and naturall Boy) Ile worke the meanes To make thee capable. How now my Noble friend, ſince I came hither (Which I can call but now,) I haue heard ſtrangeneſſe. If it be true; all vengeance comes too ſhort Which can purſue th' offender; how doſt my Lord? O Madam, my old heart is crack'd, it's crack'd. What, did my Fathers Godſonne ſeeke your life? He whom my Father nam'd, your Edgar? O Lady, Lady, ſhame would haue it hid. Was he not companion with the riotous Knights That tended vpon my Father? I know not Madam, 'tis too bad, too bad. Yes Madam, he was of that conſort.