Mason, John · published 1610 · first performed or written 1607 [1607-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the King's Revels T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.76 · 474 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
To do thee good my soul shall say as much And witness it before the judge of souls, When at the general Bar we meet together. But I must use thy shape: this night I'll walk Hid in thy habit from discerning eyes: I'll pry about the Court, perhaps I may Once more see Julia's ghost, and learn her wrongs, By them to aim aright in my revenge. My hand first dies the scene: and it shall fill The stage with vengeance: Nemesis shall wade Up to the chin and bath herself in blood, The dangling snakes that hang about her neck Shall suck like Lethe of the purple gore Shed for my Julia's death. I'll feast the ravenous people of the air, And fill the hungry wolves with slaughtered men. The streets of Florence like the streets of Rome (When death & Sulla ranged) shall run with blood Their swelling channels with a scarlet tide Shall wash the stores, and for my Julia's death The angry gods of wrath shall smile as pleased To see me so revenged: Eunuchu, thy death Is but a prologue to induce a plot, mayst thou be blessed, thouart not worth my hate I must reach higher, and on thy disguise, Lay but the groundwork for revenge to rise. BE pleased ye powers of might, and 'bout me skip Your antic measures: like to coal black moores, Dancing their high Lavoltoes to the Sun Circle me round: and in the midst I'll stand And crack my sides with laughter at your sports. Oh my hopes fat me: nor shall time grow old, Or weary with attending my success. One night shall crown me happy: Borgias wife Appears unto the Dukes for Julia's ghost, To breed suspicion in them of her murder, So that if Borgia's chance survive this night (As he must die if all my plots hits right) The Dukes tomorrow when the Senate sits May prove what i'll affirm against his life. Nor to redeem his safety shall he bring The Lady to disprove what we aver. Here will I cease, and in some strange disguise Keep till my growing faction be of force To second my ambition for the crown. If I plot well fair Amada must die, And by her mother's hand: she must not live To speak her father's wrongs. Timoclea Thou, thou art next: I took thee from thy grave Not for the love I bore Timoclea, But to suck from thy use the sweets of love I bore to Iulia: 'twas love and state. save thee this time of life to strength my fate: But blab not: silence tongue: she comes. My Lord, what, drowned in contemplation? Mulleasses: love. Heavenly creation, beauty's abstract, nature's wonder. What means my Lord? awake, Timoclea speaks. I must enjoy thee Amada: strong force of passion.
nodes 1164–1222 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 35 in this edition
Length
474 words · 599 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.756 (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)
To doe thee good my soule shall say as much And witnes it before the Iudge of soules, When at the generall Barre we meete together. But I must vse thy shape: this night Ile walke Hid in thy habit from discerning eyes: Ile pry about the Court, perhaps I may Once more see Iulias ghost, and learne her wrongs, By them to ayme aright in my reuenge. My hand first dyes the scene: and it shall fill The stage with vengeance: Nemesis shall wade Vp to the chin and bath herselfe in blood, The dangling snakes that hang about her necke Shall sucke like Lethe of the purple gore Shed for my Iulias death. Ile feast the rauenous people of the aire, And fill the hungrie wolues with slughtered men. The streets of Florence like te streets of Rome (When deah & Sll raingd) hal run with blood Their swelling channels with a scarlet tide Shall wash the stores, and for my Iuli deah The angry gods of wrth shall smil as pleasd To s me so reengd: Eunuchu, thy death Is but a prologue to induce a plot, Maist hu be blessed, th'art not wrth my hate I must reach higher, and on thy disguise, Lay but the ground-worke for reuenge to rise. BE pleas'd ye powers of might, and bout me skip Your anticke measures: like to cole black moores, Dauncing their igh Laoltos to the Sun Circle me round: and in the midst Ile stand And cracke my sides with laughter at your sports. Oh my hopes fatte me: nor shall time grow old, Or weary with attending my successe. One night shall crowne me happy: Borgias wife Appeares vnto the Dukes for Iuias ghost, To breed suspiton in them of her murder, So that if Borgias chauce suruiue this night (As he must dye if all my plots his right) The Dukes to morrow when the Senate sits May proue what ile affirme against his life. Nor to redeeme his saety shall he bring The Lady to disproue what we auerre. Here will I cease, and in some straunge disguise Keepe till my growing faction be of force To second my ambition for the crowne. If I plot well faire Amada must dye, And by her mothers hand: she must not liue To speake her fathers wrongs. Timoclea Thou, thou art next: I tooke thee from thy graue Not for the loue I bore Timoclea, But to sucke from thy vse the sweets of loue I bore to Iulia: twas loue and state. aue thee this time of life to strngth my fate: But blabbe not: scilence tongue: she comes. My Lord, what, drownd in contemplation? Mullasses: loue. Heauenly creation, beauties abstract, natures wonder. What meanes my Lord? awake, Timoclea speakes. I must inioy thee Amada: strong force of passion.