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 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
It shall, it shall: Hard hap of misery, it hath many hands, That like the windings of a labyrinth, Leads the despairing wretch into a maze: But not an Ariadne in the world, That lends a clue to led us out the world. The very maze of horror. Cease thou that stands first mover of the Spheres From whose high concave all inferior fires Derive successive motion. Stand ye night-wandering planets in a maze, And from your hollow Fabrics view Timoclea, Or else ye heavens put in your flaring lights, And on your azure-ceiled arches hang A raven-black Canopy of congealed clouds That you may seem a Chaos to the world, And bode eternal darkness: thou wert not made to kill, Nor was the Diadem of her Pontic Queen Made as a fatal instrument of death, And yet it was the engine stop her breath As thou must mine. Soul of Borgias Thus to thy ghost I sacrifice my life, To buy thy requiem. I accept it wife. And thus return the fall of Borgias. Nay nay repent not dear Timoclea, You're caught in faith: then like a Lioness Snared in the wary hunter's tangled toils, Grind the thin air: swell higher till thou burst, And let the breath that like a vapour priest Struggle within thy bosom, hurl thee up. Soft— the time spends fast, & I have much to think of Before the tell-tale god displays his light, To show the world the horror of this night. First for thy death the lustful Turk must die, My rival in the love of Iulia. Him I'll accuse for murdering thee. The Dukes Because his claim may alienate my hopes Him in my accusation I will join As joint coagent in the Turk devices. As for that rumour of fair Julia's death, I'll first proclaim her life: and on Mulleasses (Who now detains her) will transfer the falsehood, As if myself had been by him deluded: These mazes when like Theseus I have trodden Fortune shall spread her wings to make me sails, And with a strong air cut the angry tide, That into mountains swells to stay my pride. Hah! what heavy noise beats through my ears? Hang heavy Morpheus on the eyes of men, And make suspicion sleep. The rumours strange I pray possess me with your proper knowledge. You shall understand Sir, that according to my function, giving near attendance to my Lady, she being fervently employed in the Lobby, about a mixture or composure of (as we vulgarly term it) a posset: upon our first entrance, ere we had relished the sweet of her sweet, that is the fruit of her labours, we were suddenly assailed by a she-goblin: to describe it Sir I am not able, for my eyesight turned inward to look after my heart that was running from my heels, yet thanks to the lankness of my calf they made reasonable haste.
nodes 1763–1815 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 35 in this edition
Length
489 words · 631 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.758 (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)
It shall, it shall: Hard hap of misery, it hath many hands, That like the windings of a laborinth, Leads the despayring wretch into a maze: But not an Ariadn in the world, That lends a clewe to led vs out the world. The very maze of horror. Cease thou that stands first mouer of the Spheres From whose high concaue all inferiour fires Deriue successiue motion. Stand ye night-wandring planets in a maze, And from your hollow Fabricks vewe Timoclea, Or else ye heauens put in your flaring lights, And on your azure-seiled arches hang A rauen-blacke Canopy of congealed cloudes That you may seeme a Chaos to the world, And boade eternall darkenes: thou wert not made to kill, Nor was the Diademe of her Ponticke Queene Made as a fatall instrument of death, And yet it was the engine stop her breath As thou must mine. Soule of Borgias Thus to thy ghost I sacrifice my life, To buy thy requiem. I accept it wife. And thus returne the fall of Borgias. Nay nay repent not deere Timoclea, Y'are caught in faith: thn like a Lyonesse Snar'd in the wary hunters tangled toyles, Grinde the thin aire: swell higher till thou burst, And let the breath that like a vapour prest Struggle within thy bosome, hurle the vp. Soft—the time spends fast, & I haue much to thinke of Before the tell-tale god displaies his light, To shewe the world the horror of this night. First for thy death the lustfull Turke must dye, My riuall in the loue of Iulia. Him Ile accus for murdring thee. The Dukes Because his claime may alienate my hopes Him in my accusation I will ioyne As ioynt coagent in the Turke deuises. As for that rumour of faire Iulias death, I'le first proclaime her life: and on Mulleasses (Who now detaines her) will transfer the falsehood, As if my selfe had bene by him deluded: These mazes when like Theseus I haue trod Fortune shall spread her wings to make me sailes, And with a strong ayre cut the angry tide, That into mountaines swels to stay my pride. Hh! what heauy noise beates through my eares? Hang heauy Morpheus on the eies of men, And make suspition sleepe. The rumours strange I pray possesse me with your propper knowledge. You shall vnderstand Sir, that according to my function, giuing neere attendance to my Lady, she being feruently imployed in the Lobby, bout a mixture or composure of (as we vulgarly tearme it) a posset: vpon our first entrance, ere we had relisht the sweete of her sweete, that is the fruit of her labors, we were suddainely assayled by a she-goblin: to describe it Sir I am not able, for my eye-sight turn'd inward to looke after my heart that was running from my heeles, yet thankes to the lancknesse of my calfe they made reasonable haste.