Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe T26 Devils, hell and fiends typicality 0.83 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T26: devil, hell, devils, sure, soul, fiend, sr, wife, lord, men.
Nay then the Devil wrestles, I am thrown, Oh villain now I'll tug thee, now I'll tear thee, set quick spurs to my vassal, bruise him, trample him, so, I think thou wilt not follow me in haste My horse stands ready saddled, away, away, Now to my brat at nurse, my sucking beggar: Fates, I'll not leave you one to trample one. How be't with you sir methinks you look of a distracted colour. Who I sir, 'tis but your fancy, Please you walk in Sir, and I'll soon resolve you, I want one small part to make up the some, And then my brother shall rest satisfied, I shall be glad to see it, sir I'll attend you. Oh I am scarce able to heave up myself: H'as so bruised me with his devilish weight, And torn my flesh with his blood-hasty spur A man before of easy constitution Till now hell's power supplied; to his soul's wrong, Oh how damnation can make weak men strong. Oh the most piteous deed sir since you came. A deadly greeting: has he summed up these To satisfy his brother? here's another: And by the bleeding infants, the dead mother. Oh oh. Surgeons, Surgeons, she recovers life One of his men all faint and bloodied. Follow, our murderous master has took horse To kill his child at nurse, oh follow quickly. I am the readiest, it shall be my charge To raise the town upon him Good sir do follow him. Oh my children. How is it with my most afflicted Mistress? Why, do I now recover? why half live? To see my children bleed before mine eyes. A sight able to kill a mother's breast Without an executioner, what art thou mangled too? I thinking to prevent what his quick mischiefs had so soon acted; came and rushed upon him We struggled, but a fouler strength than his o'erthrew me with his arms, then did he bruise me And rent my flesh, and robbed me of my hair Like a man mad in execution Made me unfit to rise and follow him. What is it has beguiled him of all grace? And stole away humanity from his breast? To slay his children, purposed to kill his wife, And spoil his servants. Please you leave this most accursed place, a surgeon waits within. Willing to leave it, 'tis guilty of sweet blood, innocent blood, Murder has took this chamber with full hands, And will near out as long as the house stands. Oh stumbling jade the spavin overtake thee, the fifty diseases stop thee, Oh, I am sorely bruised, plague founder thee, Thou run'st at ease and pleasure, heart, of chance to Throw me now within a flight o'th' Town, In such plain even ground, 'sfoot, a man may dice upon't, and throw away the Meadows, filthy beast. Follow, follow, follow. Ha? I hear sounds of men; like hue and cry: up, up, and struggle to thy horse, make on Dispatch that little beggar and all's done. Here, this way, this way:
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Length
511 words · 678 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T26 — Devils, hell and fiendscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.826 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T23 · seed 44: T23 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Nay then the Deuil wrastles, I am thowne, Oh villane now Ile tug thee, now Ile teare thee, set quick spurres to my vassaile, bruize him, trample him, so, I think thou wilt not folow me in hast My horse stands reddy sadled, away, away, Now to my brat at nursse, my sucking begger: Fates, Ile not leaue you one to trample one. How ist with you sir me thinks you looke of a distracted colour. Who I sir, tis but your fancie, Please you walke in Sir, and Ile soone resolue you, I want one small parte to make vp the som, And then my brother shall rest satisfied, I shall be glad to see it, sir Ile attend you. Oh I am scarce able to heaue vp my selfe: H'as so bruizd me with his diuelish waight, And torne my flesh with his bloud-hasty spurre A man before of easie constitution Till now hells power supplied; to his soules wrong, Oh how damnation can make weake men strong. Oh the most pitteous deed sir since you came. A deadly greeting: has he somde vp theis To satisfie his brother? heer's an other: And by the bleeding infants, the dead mother. Oh oh. Surgeons, Surgeons, she recouers life One of his men al faint and bloudied. Follow, our murderous master has took horse To kill his child at nurse, oh follow quickly. I am the readiest, it shal be my charge To raise the towne vpon him Good sir do follow him. Oh my children. How is it with my most afflicted Mistris? Why, do I now recouer? why half liue? To see my children bleede before mine eies. A sight able to kill a mothers brest Without an executioner, what art thou māgled too? I thinking to preuent what his quicke mischiefes had so soone acted; came and rusht vpon him We strugled, but a fowler strength then his Ore threw me with his armes, then did he bruize me And rent my flesh, and robd me of my haire Like a man mad in execution Made me vnfit to rise and follow him. What is it has beguild him of all grace? And stole awaie humanity from his brest? To slaie his children, purpos'd to kill his wife, And spoile his saruants. Please you leaue this most accursed place, a surgeon waites within. Willing to leaue it, Tis guiltie of sweete bloud, innocent bloud, Murder has tooke this chamber with ful hands, And wil nere out as long as the honse stands. Oh stumbling Iade the spauin ouertake thee, the fiftie diseases stop thee, Oh, I am sorely bruisde, plague founder thee, Thou runst at ease and pleasure, hart, of chance to Throw me now within a flight oth Towne, In such plaine euen ground, sfot, a man may dice vpon't, and throw awaie the Medowes, filthy beast. Follow, follow, follow. Ha? I hear sounds of men; like hew and crie: vp, vp, and struggle to thy horse, make on Dispatch that little begger and all's done. Heere, this waie, this waye: