Norton, Thomas / Sackville, Thomas · published 1565 · first performed or written 1562 [Jan 18] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court 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.
O Heavens send down the flames of your revenge, Destroy I say with flash of wreakful fire The Traitor son, and than the wretched sire: But let us go, that yet perhaps I may Die with revenge, and pease the hateful gods. The lust of kingdoms knows no sacred faith No rule of Reason, no regard of right No kindly love, no fear of heavens wrath: But with contempt of Gods, and man's despite, Through bloody slaughter doth prepare the ways To fatal Sceptre and accursed reign. The son so loathes the father's lingering days. Ne dreads his hand in Brother's blood to stain O wretched Prince, ne dost thou yet record The yet fresh Murders done within the Land Of thy forefathers, when the cruel sword Bereft Morgan his lief with cousins hand? Thus fatal plagues pursue the guilty race Whose murderous hand imbrued with guiltless blood Asks vengeance before the heavens face, With endless mischiefs on the cursed brood. The wicked child this brings to woeful sire The mournful plaints to waste his weary life: Thus do the cruel flames of civil fire Destroy the parted reign with hateful strife And hence doth spring the well frō which doth slo: The dead black streams of mournings, plaints & woe. Why sold I live and linger forth my tune In longer lief to double my distress? O me most woeful wight whom no mishap Long ere this day could have bereaved hence. Mought not these hands by fortune or by fate, Have pierced this breast and life with Iron reft, Or in this Palace here where I so long Have spent my days, could not that happy hour Ones, ones have happed I which these hugy frames With death by fall might have oppressed me Or should not this most hard and cruel soil, So eft where I have priest my wretched steps Sometime had ruth of mine accursed lief, To rend in twain and swallow me therein, So had my bones possessed now in peace Their happy grave within the closed ground And greedy worms had gnawn this pined heart Without my feeling pain: So should not now This living breast remain the ruthful tomb Wherein my heart yelden to death is graved: Nor dreary thoughts with pangs of pining grief My doleful mind had not afflicted thus, O my beloved son: O my sweet child, My tear Ferrex, my joy, my lives delight. Is my well-beloved son, is my sweet child, My dear Perrex, my joy, my lives delight Murdered with cruel death? O hateful wretch, O heinous Traitor both to heaven and earth, Thou Porrex, thou this damned deed hast wrought Thou Porrex, thou shalt dearly abye the same, Traitor to kin and kind, to Sire and me, To thine own flesh, and Traitor to thyself The Gods on the in hell shall wreak their wrath, And here in earth this hand shall take revenge
nodes 950–1010 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 29 in this edition
Length
489 words · 622 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.764 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O Heauēs ſend down the flames of your reuenge, Deſtroie I ſaie wt flaſſhe of wrekefull fier The Traitour ſonne, and than the wretched ſire: But let vs go, that yet perhappes I maye Die with reuenge, and peaze the hatefull gods. The luſt of kingdomes knowes no ſacred faithe No rule of Reaſon, no regarde of right No kindlie loue, no feare of heauens wrathe: But with contempt of Goddes, and mans deſpite, Through blodie ſlaughter doth prepare the waies To fatall Scepter and accurſed reigne. The ſonne ſo lothes the fathers lingerynge daies. Ne dreades his hand in Brothers blode to ſtaine O wretched Prince, ne doeſt thou yet recorde The yet freſſhe Murthers done within the Lande Of thie forefathers, when the cruell ſworde Bereft Morgan his liefe with Coſyns hande? Thus fatall plagues purſue the giltie race Whoſe murderous hand imbrued wt giltles blood Aſkes venge aunce before the heauens face, With endles miſchiefes on the curſed broode. The wicked childe this bringes to wofull Sier The mournefull plaintes to waſt his wery life: Thus do the cruell flames of Ciuyll fier Deſtroye the parted reigne with hatefull ſtrife And hence doth ſpring the well frō which doth ſlo: The dead black ſtreames of mournings, plaints & woe. VVhy ſould I lyue and lynger forth my tune In longer liefe to double my diſtreſſe? O me moſt wofull wight whome no miſhap Long ere this daie could haue bereued hence. Mought not theſe handes by fortune or by fate, Haue perſt this breſt and life with Iron reft, Or in this Pallaice here where I ſo longe Haue ſpent my daies, could not that happie houre▪ Ones, ones haue hapt I which theſe hugie frames With death by fall might haue oppreſſed me Or ſhould not this moſt hard and cruell ſoile, So eft where I haue preſt my wretched ſteps Somtyme had ruthe of myne accurſed liefe, To rende in twaine and ſwallowe me therin, So had my bones poſſeſſed nowe in peace Their happie graue within the cloſed grounde And greadie wormes had gnawen this pyned hart Without my feelyinge paine: So ſhulde not nowe This lyuynge breſt remayne the ruthefull tombe Wherin my hart yelden to death is graued: Nor driery thoughts with panges of pining griefe My dolefull minde had not afflicted thus, O my beloued ſonne: O my ſwete childe, My teare Ferrex, my Ioye, my lyues delyght. Is my welbeloued ſonne, is my ſweete childe, My deare Perrex, my Ioye, my lyues delight Murdered with cruell death? O hatefull wretche, O heynous Traytour bothe to heauen and earth, Thou Porrex, thou this damned dede haſt wrought Thou Porrex, thou ſhalt dearely abye the ſame, Traitour to kinne and kinde, to Sire and me, To thyne owne fleſſhe, and Traitour to thy ſelfe The Gods on the in hell ſhall wreke their wrath, And here in earth this hand ſhall take reuenge