Armin, Robert · published 1609 · first performed or written 1606 [c.1606-1608] (Annals) comedy · Children of the King's Revels T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 534 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Yes, supposed for dead, as risen from my grave, I came to More-clack, but a little late, Even when the lying Priest did call her thine, She knew it, and devised with her glove, To repossess me of the house she challenged. so honoured, I slept with my own, but thought the contrary, you know what happened, that son that so betrayed his parents thus disguised, fearing ensuing mischief, wrought by you to have poisoned his dear mother, 'twas your biding, therefore murder, but the will of heaven bade otherwise, and yet she lives, wife what say you? That all is so. And I affirm it true, my shape cast off does answer sir in few. Pretty in faith, no marvel you forswore my bed, When you had substance for a property, Sir you must have your own, who can deny it? And I must as the story runs be mum, fold in myself by my own slights undone. But what's this to my daughter, where is she? Here sir. Brother Vergir. Brother George from Scilly, what's the news? That your dear daughter dead and buried sir, by miracle was thus preserved, which at more leisure I shall manifest: pray ye forgive her fault, come there's some wanton blood left yet, says I, ye will I know, and wrongs past all remedy, the world must undergo. My Towers, the dead does live, I am thy wife, Mary. Or her ghost, a shadow or a substance. Sister I will teach ye a medicine to make a shadow substance, lie with him tonight, as I will with my Filbon, & by the morning think but what is past, and you will reckon rightly you, he'll hold you three to one my medicine's true. methinks I have a tickling in my blood crosses all anger, malediction hence, hence, thou ill tempered Fear, this comical event seasons the true applause; since welcome is the word, i'faith, I know not what to say, fain I would, & yet a lazy lagging apprehends with doubt, but well I know not what, in me, it lies to punish or to pardon I will be generally laughed at, once insooth I will. I am a widower, gallants, and you meet at marriages, and funerals, so think it pray ye, I abridge all complement, bar all opponents, & resolve to favour you, you, you, and challenge from your lou, persuasion to this purpose, since our fate makes us the world's fond Idiot, be it so youth, and your fortune was prodigious to it, and my best of spirit, binds up in this, all is but thankless merit. Then Epilogue am I, Imagine all the world were in your house, And hearing this report with wondering brain, I thus excuse it, Gentlemen you see how fortune Favours in extremity, if any botched up ill, have Show of good, and is not in thee sequel understood, Yet bear with all, as this old Knight has done, Losing a wife redoubled in a son, what you shall Want in judgement, seeing this, think every Act is subject to amiss, so said, so done, will Bring to true delight, hands meeting thus, To sign this blessed night.
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534 words · 694 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.781 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Yes, supposd for dead, as risen from my graue, I came to More-clacke, but a little late, Euen when the lying Priest did call her thine, She knew it, and deuised with her gloue, To repossesse me of the house she chalengd. so honourd, I slept with my owne, but thought the contrary, you know what happened, that sonne that so betraid his parents thus disguisd, fearing insuing mischiefe, wrought by you to haue poison'd his deare mother, twas your biding, therefore murder, but the will of heauen bad otherwise, and yet she liues, wife what say you? That al is so. And I affirme it true, my shape cast off dos answere▪ sir in few. Prettie in faith, no maruell you forswore my bed, VVhen you had substance for a property, Sir you must haue your owne, who can deny it? And I must as the story runs be mum, Foold in my selfe by my owne slights vndone. But whats this to my daughter, where is she? Here sir. Brother Vergir. Brother George from Scillie, whats the newes? That your deare daughter dead and buried sir, by miracle was thus preseru'd, which at more leisure I shall manifest: pray ye forgiue her fault, come theres some wanton blood left yet, saies I, ye will I know, and wrongs past all remedy, the world must vndergo. My Toures, the dead do liue, I am thy wife, Mary. Or her ghoast, a shadowe or a substance. Sister I will teach ye a medecine to make a shadowe substance, ly with him to night, as I will with my Filbon, & by the morning thinke but what is past, and you will reckon rightly you, hele hold you three to one my medicine's true. Me thinkes I haue a tickling in my blood crosses all anger, malediction hence, hence, thou ill temper'd Feare, this comicall euent seasons the true applause; since welcome is the word, y'faith, I know not what to say, faine I would, & yet a lazy lagging apprehends with doubt, but well I know not what, in me, it lyes to punish or to pardō I wil be general ly laught at, once insooth I will. I am a widdower, gallants, and you meete at marriages, and funerals, so thinke it pray ye, I abridge all complement, barre all opponents, & resolue to fauour you, you, you, and challenge from your lou, perswasion to this purpose, since our fate makes vs the worlds fond Idiot, be it so youth, and your fortune was prodigious to it, and my best of spirit, binds vp in this, all is but thanklesse merit. Then Epilogue am I, Imagine all the world were in your house, And hearing this report with wondring bra ine, I thus excuse it, Gentlemen you see how fortune Fauours in extremity, if any botcht vp ill, haue Shew of good, and is not in thee sequell vnderstood, Yet beare with all, as this old Knight has done, Loosing a wife redoubled in a sonne, what you shall VVant in idugement, seeing this, thinke euery Act is subiect to amisse, so said, so done, will Bring to true delight, hands meeting thus, To signe this blessed night.