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 0.76 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
ONe of the crucified bodies taken down! Enough. And the Sentinel not to be heard off? No sir. Make out; haste, search about for him; does none of you know him? nor his name? he's but a stranger here of some four days standing; and we never set eye on him, but at setting the watch. For whom serves he? you look well to your watch masters. For Seigneur Stratio, and whence he is, 'tis ignorant to us; we are not correspondent for any, but our own places. You're eloquent. Abroad I say, let me have him. This negligence will by the Governor be wholly cast on me, he hereby will suggest to the Viceroy, that the City guards are very carelessly attended. He loves me not I know; because of late I knew him but of mean condition; but now by fortunes injudicious hand, guided by bribing Courtiers, he is raised to this high seat of honour. Nor blushes he, to see himself advanced over the heads of ten times higher worths; but takes it all forsooth, to his merits; and looks (as all upstarts do) for most huge observance. Well, my mind must stoop to his high place, and learn within itself to sever him from that, and to adore Authority the Goddess, however borne by an unworthy beast; and let the Beasts dull apprehension take the honour done to Isis, done to himself. I must sit fast, and be sure to give no hold to these fault-hunting enemies. Pray thee disturb me not; put out the lights. Faith I'll take a nap again. Thou shalt not rest before I be resolved What happy wind hath driven thee back to harbour? Was it my love? No. Yet say so (sweet) that with the thought thereof I may enjoy all that I wish in earth. I am sought for. A crucified body is stolen while I loitered here; and I must die for't, Die? All the Gods forbid; O this affright torments me ten parts more than the sad loss of my dear husband. (Damnation) I believe thee. Yet hear a woman's wit. Take counsel of Necessity and it. I have a body here which once I loved And honoured above all; but that time's passed. It is, revenge it heaven. That shall supply at so extreme a need the vacant Gibbet. Canero. What? thy husband's body? What hurt is't, being dead it save the living? O heart hold in, check thy rebellious motion. Vex not thyself dear love, nor use delay. Tempt not this danger, set thy hands to work. I can not do't; my heart will not permit My hands to execute a second murder. The truth is I am he that slew thy husband. The Gods forbid. It was this hand that bathed my reeking sword In his life blood, while he cried out for mercy, But I remorseless, paunched him, cut his throat, He with his last breath crying, Cynthia.
nodes 1063–1100 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 43 in this edition
Length
495 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.755 (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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ONe of the crucified bodies taken downe! Enough. And the Sentinell not to be heard off? No sir. Make out; hast, search about for him; does none of you know him? nor his name? Hee's but a stranger here of some foure daies standing; and we neuer set eie on him, but at setting the watch. For whom serues he? you looke well to your watch masters. For Seigneur Stratio, and whence he is, tis ignorant to vs; we are not correspondent for any, but our owne places. Y'are eloquent. Abroad I say, let me haue him. This negligence will by the Gouernour be wholly cast on me, he hereby will suggest to the Viceroy, that the Citie guards are very caresly attended. He loues mee not I know; because of late I knew him but of meane condition; but now by fortunes iniudicious hand, guided by bribing Courtiers, hee is rais'd to this high seate of honour. Nor blushes he, to see him selfe aduanc't ouer the heads of ten times higher worths; but takes it all forsooth, to his merits; and lookes (as all vpstarts doe) for most huge obseruance. Well, my mind must stoope to his high place, and learne within it selfe to seuer him from that, and to adore Authoritie the Goddesse, how euer borne by an vnworthie beast; and let the Beasts dull apprehension take the honour done to Isis, done to himselfe. I must sit fast, and bee sure to giue no hold to these fault-hunting enemies. Pray thee disturbe me not; put out the lights. Faith Ile take a nap againe. Thou shalt not rest before I be resolu'd What happy winde hath driuen thee back to harbour? Was it my loue? No. Yet say so (sweet) that with the thought thereof I may enioy all that I wish in earth. I am sought for. A crucified body is stolne while I loiter'd here; and I must die for't, Die? All the Gods forbid; O this affright torments me ten parts more then the sad losse of my deare husband. (Damnation) I beleeue thee. Yet heare a womans wit. Take counsaile of Necessitie and it. I haue a bodie here which once I lou'd And honour'd aboue all; but that time's past. It is, reuenge it heauen. That shall supply at so extrem a need the vacant Gibbet. Canero. What? thy husbands bodie? What hurt is't, being dead it saue the liuing? O heart hold in, check thy rebellious motion. Vexe not thy selfe deare loue, nor vse delay. Tempt not this danger, set thy handes to worke. I can not doo't; my heart will not permit My handes to execute a second murther. The truth is I am he that slew thy husband. The Gods forbid. It was this hand that bath'd my reeking sword In his life bloud, while he cried out for mercie, But I remorslesse, panch't him, cut his throat, He with his last breath crying, Cynthia.