Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.81 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
At my back? oh, What fate have I, my limbs deny me go, My will is bated, beggary claims a part. Oh could I here reach to the infant's heart. Here, here, yonder, yonder. Unnatural, flinty, more than barbarous: The Scythians in their marble hearted fates, Could not have acted more remorseless deeds In their relentless natures, than these of thine: Was this the answer I long waited on, The satisfaction for thy prisoned brother? Why, he can have no more on's than our skins, And some of 'em want but flaying. Great sins have made him impudent: H'as shed so much blood that he cannot bluff Away with him, bear him along to the justices: A gentleman of worship dwells at hand, There shall his deeds be blazed: Why all the better, My glory 'tis to have my action known, I grieve for nothing, but I missed of one: there's little of a father in that grief: Bear him away. Endangered so his wife? murdered his children? So the Cry comes. I am sorry I ere knew him, That ever he took life and natural being From such an honoured stock, and fair descent; Till this black minute without stain or blemish. Here come the men. The serpent of his house? I'm sorry for this time that I am in place of justice. Please you Sir. Do not repeat it twice I know too much, would it had near been thought on: Sir I bleed for you. Your father's sorrows are alive in me: What made you shew such monstrous crueltie▪ a worde Sir, I have consumed all, played away long acre, And I thought it the charitablest deed I could do To cozen beggary: and knock my house o'th' head. Oh in a cooler blood you will repent it. I repent now, that one's left unkilled, My brat at nurse. Oh I would full fain have weaned him Well, I do not think but in tomorrow's judgement. The terror will sit closer to your soul, When the dread thought of death remembers you to further which, take this sad voice from me: Never was act played more unnaturally. I thank you Sir. Go lead him to the jail, Where justice claims all, there must pity fail. Come come, away with me. Sir, you deserve the worship of your place, Would all did so: in you the law is grace, It is my wish it should be so, Ruinous man, the desolation of his house, the blot Upon his predecessors' honoured name: That man is nearest shame that is past shame. I am right against my house, seat of my Ancestors: I hear my wife's alive; but much endangered: Let me entreat to speak with her before the prison gripe me. See here she comes of herself, Oh my sweet Husband, my dear distressed husband, now in the hands of unrelenting laws, My greatest sorrow, my extremest bleeding, Now my soul bleeds. How now? kind to me? did I not wound thee, left thee for dead.
nodes 450–513 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 11 in this edition
Length
507 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.812 (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)
At my backe? oh, What fate haue I, my limbes deny mee go, My will is bated, beggery claimes a parte. Oh could I here reach to the infants heart. Heere, heere, yonder, yonder. Vnnaturall, flintie, more then barbarous: The Scithians in their marble hearted fates, Could not haue acted more remorselesse deeds In their relentlesse natures, then these of thine: Was this the answear I long waited on, The satisfaction for thy prisoned brother? Why, he can haue no more on's then our skins, And some of em want but fleaing. Great sinnes haue made him impudent: H'as shed so much bloud that he cannot Away with him, bear him a long to the Iustices: A gentleman of woorship dwels at hand, There shall his deeds be blazd: Why all the better, My glory tis to haue my action knowne, I grieue for nothing, but I mist of one: Ther's little of a father in that griefe: Beare him away. Endangered so his wife? murdered his children? So the Cry comes. I am sorry I ere knew him, That euer he took life and naturall being From such an honoured stock, and fair discent; Til this black minut without staine or blemish▪ Here come the men. The serpent of his house? Ime sorry for this time that I am in place of iustice. Please you Sir. Doe not repeate it twice I know too muche, would it had nere byn thought on: Sir I bleede for you. Your fathers sorrows are aliue in me: What made you shew such monstrous crueltie▪ a worde Sir, I hane cousumd all, plaid awaie long acre, And I thought it the charitablest deed I could doe To cussen beggery: and knock my house oth head. Oh in a cooler bloud you will repent it. I repent now, that ones left vnkild, My brat at nurse. Oh I would ful fain haue weand him Well, I doe not think but in to morrowes iudgement. The terror will sit closer to your soule, When the dread thought of death remembers you to further which, take this sad voice from me: Neuer was act plaid more vnnaturally. I thank you Sir. Goe leade him to the Iayle, Where iustice claimes all, there must pitty faile. Come come, awaie with me. Sir, you deserue the worship of your place, Would all did so: in you the law is grace, It is my wish it should be so, Ruinous man, the desolation of his howse, the blot Vpon his predecessors honord name: That man is neerest shame that is past shame. I am right against my howse, seat of my Ancestors: I heare my wif's aliue; but much endangered: Let me intreat to speak with her before the prison gripe me. See heer she comes of her selfe, Oh my sweete Hus-band, my deere distressed husband, now in the hands of vnrelenting lawes, My greatest sorrow, my extremest bleeding, Now my soule bleeds. How now? kind to me? did I not wound thee, left thee for dead.