Chapman, George · published 1612 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.82 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
He would be less mad: for your only way To clear his jealousy, is to let him know it. When knowledge comes suspicion vanishes. The Sunbeams breaking forth swallow the mists. But as for you Sir Gallant; howsoever Your banquet seems sweet in your liquorous palate, It shall be sure to turn gall in your maw. Thy hand a little Lycus here without. To what? No booty serve you sir Soldado But my poor sister? Come, lend me thy shoulder, I'll climb the cross; it will be such a cooler To my Venerean Gentleman's hot liver, When he shall find one of his crucified bodies Stolen down, and he to be forthwith made fast In place thereof, for the sign Of the lost Sentinel. Come glorify Firm Confidence in great Inconstancy. And this believe (for all proved knowledge swears) He that believes in error, never errs. 'tis late; I must away. Not yet sweet love. Tempt not my stay, 'tis dangerous. The law is strict, and not to be dispensed with. If any Sentinel be too late in's watch, or that by his neglect one of the crucified bodies should be stolen from the cross, his life buys it. A little stay will not endanger them. The days proclaimer has not yet given warning. The Cock yet has not beat his third alarm. What? shall we ever dwell here amongst th' Antipodes? Shall I not enjoy the honour of my fortune in public? sit in Lysander's chair? Reign in his wealth? Thou shalt, thou shalt; though my love to thee Hath proved thus sudden and for haste leaped over The complement of wooing, Yet only for the world's opinion. Mark that again. I must maintain a form in parting hence. Out upon't, Opinion the blind Goddess of Fools, Foe to the virtuous; and only friend to undeserving persons, contemn it. Thou know'st thou hast done virtuously; thou hast strangely sorrowed for thy husband, followed him to death; further thou couldst not, thou hast buried thyself quick. (O that 'twere true) spent more tears over his carcase, then would serve a whole City of saddest widows in a plague time; beside sighings, and swoonings, not to be credited. True; but those compliments might have their time for fashion sake. Right, Opinion and Fashion. 'sfoot what call you time? th' hast wept these four whole days. Nay by’r lady almost five. Look you there; near upon five whole days. Well go and see; Return, we'll go home. Hell be thy home, Huge Monsters damn ye, and your whole creation, O ye Gods; in the height of her mourning in a Tomb, within sight of so many deaths! her husbands believed body in her eye. He dead, a few days before; this mirror of Nuptial chastity; this Votress of widow-constancy: to change her faith; exchange kisses, embraces, with a stranger; and but my shame withstood, to give the utmost earnest of her love, to an eight-penny Sentinel: in effect, to prostitute herself upon her husband's Coffin! Lust, impiety, hell, womanhood itself, add if you can one step to this.
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516 words · 704 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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seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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He would be lesse mad: for your only way To cleare his iealousie, is to let him know it. When knowledge comes suspicion vanishes. The Sunne-beames breaking forth swallow the mists. But as for you Sir Gallant; howsoeuer Your banquet seemes sweet in your lycorous pallat, It shall be sure to turne gall in your maw. Thy hand a little Lycus here without. To what? No bootie serue you sir Soldado But my poore sister? Come, lend me thy shoulder, Ile climbe the crosse; it will be such a cooler To my Venerean Gentlemans hot liuer, When he shall finde one of his crucified bodies Stolne downe, and he to be forthwith made fast In place thereof, for the signe Of the lost Sentinell. Come glorifie Firme Confidence in great Inconstancie. And this beleeue (for all prou'd knowledge sweares) He that beleeues in errour, neuer errs. Tis late; I must away. Not yet sweet loue. Tempt not my stay, tis dangerous. The law is strict, and not to bee dispenst with. If any Sentinell be too late in's watch, or that by his neglect one of the crucified bodies should be stollen from the crosse, his life buyes it. A little stay will not endanger them. The daies proclaimer has not yet giuen warning. The Cock yet has not beate his third alarme. What? shall we euer dwell here amongst th' Antipodes? Shall I not enioy the honour of my fortune in publique? sit in Lysanders chaire? Raigne in his wealth? Thou shalt, thou shalt; though my loue to thee Hath prou'd thus sodaine and for hast lept ouer The complement of wooing, Yet only for the worlds opinion. Marke that againe. I must maintaine a forme in parting hence. Out vpon't, Opinion the blind Goddesse of Fooles, Foe to the vertuous; and only friend to vndeseruing persons, contemne it. Thou know'st thou hast done vertuously; thou hast strangly sorrow'd for thy husband, follow'd him to death; further thou could'st not, thou hast buried thy selfe quick. (O that 'twere true) spent more teares ouer his carcase, then would serue a whole Citie of saddest widdowes in a plague time; besides sighings, and swownings, not to be credited. True; but those complements might haue their time for fashion sake. Right, Opinion and Fashion. Sfoot what call you time? t' hast wept these foure whole daies. Nay berladie almost fiue. Looke you there; nere vpon fiue whole daies. Well goe and see; Returne, weele goe home. Hell be thy home, Huge Monsters damne yee, and your whole creation, O yee Gods; in the height of her mourning in a Tomb, within sight of so many deaths! her husbands beleeu'd bodie in her eie. He dead, a few daies before; this mirrour of Nuptiall chastitie; this Votresse of widdow-constancie: to change her faith; exchange kisses, embraces, with a stranger; and but my shame with-stood, to giue the vtmost earnest of her loue, to an eight-pennie Sentinell: in effect, to prostitute her selfe vpon her husbands Coffin! Lust, impietie, hell, womanhood it selfe, adde if you can one step to this.