The Atheist's Tragedy, or The Honest Man's Revenge · chunk 33 of 41
Tourneur, Cyril · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [1607-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
My brains begin to put themselves in order. I apprehend thee now.— 'tis e'en so.— Borachio! I will search the Centre but I'll find the murderer. Here, here, here.— Stay. asleep? so soundly? and so sweetly upon deaths Heads? and in a place so full of fear and horror? Sure there is some other happiness within the freedom of the conscience, than my knowledge e'er attained too.— Ho, ho, You're welcome Uncle. Had you sooner come, You had been sooner welcome. I'm the Man, You seek. You sha'not need examine me. My Nephew! and my Daughter! O my dear Lamented blood! what Fate has cast you thus Unhappily upon this accident? You know Sir, she's as clear as Chastity. As her own chastity. The time; the place; All circumstances argue that unclear. Sir, I confess it; and repentantly Will undergo the self same punishment, That justice shall inflict on Charlemont. Unjustly she betrays her innocence. But Sir, she's taken with you; and she must To prison with you. There's no remedy. Yet were it not my sons bed she abused; My land should fly but both should be excused. Is not my wife come in yet? No my Lord. methinks she's very affectedly inclined, To young Sebastian's company o'late. But jealousy is such a torment, that I am afraid to entertain it. Yet The more I shun by circumstance to meet Directly with it; the more ground I find To circumvent my apprehension. First, I know sh'as a perpetual appetite; Which being so oft encountered with a man Of such a bold luxurious freedom, as Sebastian is; and of so promising A body: her own blood, corrupted, will Betray her to temptation.— 'Precious! I was sent by his Lady to see if her Lord were in bed; I should ha' done't slily without discovery; and now I am blurted upon 'em before I was aware. Know not you the Gentlewoman my wife brought home? By sight my Lord. Her man was here but now. Her man? I pray run and call him quickly.— This villain. I suspect him ever since I found him hid behind the Tapestry.— Frisco! thouart welcome Frisco.— Leave us. Dost hear Frisco! is not my wife at thy Mistresses? I know not my Lord. I prithee tell me Frisco; we are private; tell me. Is not thy Mistress a good wench? How means your Lordship that? A wench o'the trade. Yes faith Frisco; e'en a wench o'the trade. O no my Lord. Those falling diseases cause baldness; and my Mistress recovers the loss of hair, for she is a Periwig-maker. And nothing else? Sells Falls and tires, and Bodies for Ladies; or so. So Sir: and she helps my Lady to falls and bodies now and then; does she not? At her ladyships pleasure; my Lord. Her pleasure; you Rogue? you are the Pandar to her pleasure you Varlet, are you not? you know the conveyances between Sebastian and my wife. Tell me the truth; or by this hand I'll nail thy bosom to the earth. Stir not you Dog; but quickly tell the truth.
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519 words · 715 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.775 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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My braines begin to put themselues in order. I apprehend thee now.—T'is e'en so.—Borachio! I will search the Center but I'le finde the murderer. Heere, heere, heere.— Stay. A sleepe? so soundly? and so sweetly vpon Deathes Heads? and in a place so full of feare and horrour? Sure there is some other happinesse within the freedome of the conscience, then my knowledge e'er attain'd too.—Ho, ho, ho! Y'are welcome Vncle. Had you sooner come, You had beene sooner welcome. I'm the Man, You seeke. You sha'not neede examine me. My Nephew! and my Daughter! O my deare Lamented bloud! what Fate has cast you thus Vnhappily vpon this accident? You know Sir, she's as cleare as Chastitie. As her owne chastitie. The time; the place; All circumstances argue that vncleare. Sir, I confesse it; and repentantly Will vndergoe the selfe same punishment, That Iustice shall inflict on Charlemont. Vniustly she betrayes her innocence. But Sir, she's taken with you; and she must To prison with you. There's no remedie. Yet were it not my Sonnes bed she abus'd; My land should flie but both should be excus'd. Is not my wife come in yet? No my Lord. Me thinks she's very affectedly enclin'd, To young Sebastian's company o'late. But iealousie is such a torment, that I am afraid to entertaine it. Yet The more I shunne by circumstance to meee Directly with it; the more ground I finde To circumuent my apprehension. First, I know sh'as a perpetuall appetite; Which being so oft encounter'd with a man Of such a bold luxurious freedome, as Sebastian is; and of so promising A body: her owne bloud, corrupted, will Betray her to temptation.— 'Precious! I was sent by his Lady to see if her Lord were in bed; I should ha' done't slily without discouery; and now I am blurted vpon 'em before I was aware. Know not you the Gentlewoman my wise brought home? By sight my Lord. Her man was here but now. Her man? I pr'ithee runne and call him quickly.— This villaine. I suspect him euer since I found him hid behind the Tapestry.—Frisco! th'art welcome Frisco.—Leaue vs. Doest heare Frisco! is not my wife at thy Mistresses? I know not my Lord. I prithee tell me Frisco; we are priuate; tell me. Is not thy Mistresse a good wench? How meanes your Lordship that? A wench o'the trade. Yes faith Frisco; e'en a wench o'the trade. O no my Lord. Those falling diseases cause baldnesse; and my Mistresse recouers the losse of haire, for she is a Periwig-maker. And nothing else? Sels Falls and Tyres, and Bodies for Ladies; or so. So Sir: and she helpes my Lady to falles and bodies now and then; doe's she not? At her Ladiships pleasure; my Lord. Her pleasure; you Rogue? you are the Pandar to her pleasure you Varlet, are you not? you know the conueyances betweene Sebastian and my wife. Tell me the truth; or by this hand I'le naile thy bosome to the earth. Stirre not you Dogge; but quickly tell the truth.