Field, Nathan · published 1612 · first performed or written 1609 [1609-1610] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?) · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 521 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Hear me, and thou shalt go: I do confess I do deserve all this, Have wounded all the faith my sex doth owe, But will recover it, or pay my life: Strive not to go, for you shall hear me first, I charge thee Scudmore, thou hard-hearted man, Upon my knees: thou most implacable man, since penitence and satisfaction to, gets not thy pardon, I charge thee use some means to set me free, Before the Revels of this night have end, Prevent my entering to this marriage bed; Or by the memory of Lucretia's knife, Ere Morn I'll die a Virgin, though a wife. Pish do, the world will have one mischief less. Bowl they that list, for I will Bowl no more, Cupid that little Bowler in my breast Rubs at my heart, and will not let me rest. ay, ay, you may cry rub, fly to your Bowls, For you are free, love troubles not your jowls, But from my head to heel; from heel to heart, Behind, before, and round about I smart, Then in this Arbour sitting all alone, In doleful Ditty, let me howl my moan. Oh Boy, leave pricking for I vail my Bonnet, Give me but breath while I do write a Sonnet. I have lost my money, and Sir Abraham too, yonder he sits at his Muse by heaven, drowned in the Ocean of his love, Lord how he labours, like a hard bound Poet, whose brains had a frost in 'em, now it comes. I die, I sigh. What after you are dead? Very good, I die, I sigh, thou precious stony jewel. Good: because she is hard-hearted. I die. He has died three times, and come again. I sigh thou precious stony jewel, Wearing of silk, why art thou still so cruel. Oh Newington conceit, and quieting else. Thy servant Abraham sends this foolish Ditty. You say true in troth Sir. Thy Servant Abra. sends this foolish Dit Tie unto thee, pity both him and it. Tie unto thee: well, if she do not pity both, 'tis pity she should live. But if thou still wilt poor Sir Abra: frump Come grim death come, here give thy mortal thump. So now I'll read it together. I die, I sigh, thou precious stony jewel, Oh wherefore wear'st thou Sulk, yet art so cruel: To thee thy Ninnie sends this foolish Dit— Tie, and pity both him and it, If thou deny, and still Sir Abraham frump, Come grim death come, here give thy mortal thump. Let me see, who shall I get now, to set too a dampish Note. In good faith I do not know, but Nobody that is wise, I am sure of that. It will be an excellent matter sung to the knacking of the tongues. But to my business, God save the right Worthy and Worshipful Sir Abraham: what musing and writing: oh, this love will undo us all, and that made me prevent love, and undo myself: but what news of Mistress Lucida, ha, will she not come off, not cannot you come on little Abraham.
Children of the Queens Revels (Children of the Whitefriars) (?)
Theater
before the Court;Whitefriars;Whitehall;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
comedy
Play type
Boys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 697 · TCP A00725 · DEEP 575
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1028–1079 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 32 in this edition
Length
521 words · 701 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.781 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Heare me, and thou shalt go: I do confesse I do deserue all this, Haue wounded all the faith my sex doth owe, But will recouer it, or pay my life: Striue not to go, for you shall heare me first, I charge thee Scudmore, thou hard-hearted man, Vpon my knees: thou most implacable man, since penitence and satisfaction to, gets not thy pardon, I charge thee vse some meanes to set me free, Before the Reuels of this night haue end, Preuent my entering to this marriage bed; Or by the memorie of Lucretiaes knife, Ere Morne Ile die a Virgin, though a wise. Pish do, the world will haue one mischiefe lesse. Bowle they that list, for I will Bowle no more, Cupid that litle Bowler in my brest Rubs at my heart, and will not let me rest. I, I, you may crie rub, flie to your Bowles, For you are free, loue troubles not your iowles, But from my head to heele; from heele to hat, Behind, before, and round about I smart, Then in this Arbor sitting all alone, In dolefull Dittie, let me howle my mone. Oh Boy, leaue pricking for I vaile my Bonnet, Giue me but breath while I do write a Sonnet. I haue lost my monie, and Sir Abraham too, yonder he sits at his Muse by heauen, drownd in the Ocean of his loue, Lord how hee labours, like a hard bounde Poet, whose braines had a frost in em, now it comes. I die, I sigh. What after you are dead? Verie good, I die, I sigh, thou precious stonie Iewell. Good: because she is hard-hearted. I die. He has di'de three times, and come againe. I sigh thou precious stonie Iewell, Wearing of silke, why art thou still so cruell. Oh Newington conceit, and quieting ele. Thy seruant Abraham sends this foolish Dittie. You say true introh Sir. Thy Seruant Abra. sends this foolish Dit Tie vnto thee, pittie both him and it. Tie vnto thee: well, if shee do not pittie both, tis pittie she should liue. But if thou still poore Sir Abra: rump Come grim death come, heere giue thy mortall thumpe. So now Ile read it together. I die, I sigh, thou precious stonie Iewell, Oh wherefore wear'st thou Sulke, yet art so cruell: To thee thy Ninnie sends this foolish Dit— Tie, and pittie both him and it, If thou denie, and still Sir Abraham frumpe, Come grim death come, heere giue thy mortall thumpe. Let mee see, who shall I get now, to set too a dumpish Note. In good faith I do not know, but Nobody that is wise, I am sure of that. It will be an excellent matter sung to the knacking of the tongues. But to my businesse, God saue the right Worthy and Woorshipfull Sir Abraham: what musing and writing: oh, this loue will vndoo vs all, and that made me preuent loue, and vndoo my selfe: but what newes of Mistris Lucida, ha, will shee not come off, not cannot you come on little Abraham.