The Atheist's Tragedy, or The Honest Man's Revenge · chunk 11 of 41
Tourneur, Cyril · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [1607-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.82 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
His forward spirit pressed into the front; And being engaged within the enemy, When they retreated through the rising stream; I'the violent confusion of the throng Was overborne and perished in the flood. And here's the sad remembrance of his life,— The Scarf. Which for his sake I will for ever wear. Torment me not with witnesses of that, Which I desire, not to believe; yet must. Thou art a screechowl; and dost come i'night To be the cursed messenger of death. Away. Depart my house; or (by my soul) You'll find me a more fatal enemy, Then ever was Ostend. Be gone. Dispatch. Sir 'twas my love. Your love to vex my heart with that I hate? Hark, do you hear? you, knave?— O thouart a most delicate sweet eloquent villain! Was't not well counterfeited? Rarely.— Be gone. I will not here reply. Why then farewell. I will not trouble you. So. The foundation's laid. Now by degrees, The work will rise and soon be perfected. O this uncertain state of mortal man! What then? it is th'inevitable fate Of all things underneath the Moon. 'tis true. Brother for health's sake overcome your grief. I cannot sir. I am uncapable Of comfort. My turn will be next. I feel myself not well. You yield too much to grief. All men are mortal. The hour of death is uncertain. Age makes sickness the more dangerous. And grief is subject to distraction. You know not how soon you may be deprived of the benefit of sense. In my understanding (therefore) you shall do well if you be sick to set your state in present order. Make your Will. I have my wish.— Lights for my brother. I'll withdraw a while; And crave the honest counsel of this man. With all my heart. I pray attend him sir. This next room please your Lordship. Where you will. My Daughter's gone. Come Son. Mistress Cataplasma, come; we'll up into her chamber. I'd fain see how she entertains the expectation of her husband's bedfellowship. i'faith howsoever she entertains it; I shall hardly please her; therefore let her rest. Nay, please her hardly and you please her best. Boy! fill some drink Boy. Enough good Sir; not a drop more by this light. Not by this light? Why then put out the candles and we'll drink i'the dark and t'wut old Boy. No, no, no, no, no. Why then take thy liquor. A health Fresco. Your health will make me sick sir. Then 'twill bring you o'your knees I hope sir. May I not stand and pledge it sir? I hope you will do as we do. Nay then indeed I must not stand, for you cannot. Well said old boy. Old boy, you'll make me a young child anon: for if I continue this, I shall scarce be able to go alone. My body is as weak as water, Fresco.
nodes 587–641 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 41 in this edition
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486 words · 658 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.821 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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His forward spirit press'd into the front; And being engag'd within the enemie, When they retreated through the rising streame; I'the violent confusion of the throng Was ouerborne and perish'd in the floud. And here's the sad remembrance of his life,—The Scarfe. Which for his sake I will for euer weare. Torment me not with witnesses of that, Which I desire, not to beleeue; yet must. Thou art a Scrichowle; and dost come i'night To be the cursed messenger of death. Away. Depart my house; or (by my soule) You'l finde me a more fatall enemie, Then euer was Ostend. Be gone. Dispatch. Sir t'was my loue. Your loue to vexe my heart with that I hate? Harke, doe you heare? you, knaue?— O th'art a most delicate sweete eloquent villaine Was't not well counterfaited? Rarely.—Be gone. I will not here reply. Why then farewell. I will not trouble you. So. The foundation's laid. Now by degrees, The worke will rise and soone be perfected. O this vncertaine state of mortall man! What then? it is th'ineuitable fate Of all things vnderneath the Moone. T'is true. Brother for healths sake ouercome your griefe. I cannot sir. I am vncapable Of comfort. My turne will be next. I feele My selfe not well. You yeeld too much to griefe. All men are mortall. The houre of death is vncertaine. Age makes sicknesse the more dangerous. And griefe is subiect to distraction. You know not how soone you may be depriu'd of the benefit of sense. In my vnderstanding (therefore) you shall doe well if you be sicke to set your state in present order. Make your Will. I haue my wish.—Lights for my Borther. Ile withdraw a while; And craue the honest counsell of this man. With all my heart. I pray attend him sir. This next roome please your Lordship. Where you will. My Daughter's gone. Come Sonne. Mistresse Cataplasma, come; wee'l vp into her chamber. I'de faine see how she entertaines the expectation of her husbands bedfellowship. 'Faith howsoeuer shee entertaines it; I shall hardly please her; therefore let her rest. Nay, please her hardly and you please her best. Boy! fill some drinke Boy. Enough good Sir; not a drop more by this light. Not by this light? Why then put out the candles and wee'l drinke i'the darke and t'wut old Boy. No no, no, no, no. Why then take thy liquour. A health Fresco. Your health will make me sicke sir. Then t'will bring you o'your knees I hope sir. May I not stand and pledge it sir? I hope you will doe as wee doe. Nay then indeed I must not stand, for you cannot. Well said old boy. Old boy, you'l make me a young childe anon: for if I continue this, I shall scarce be able to goe alone. My body is as weake as water, Fresco.