Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Widow's Tears · chunk 40 of 43

Chapman, George · published 1612 · first performed or written 1604 [1604-1605] (Annals)
comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars
unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 480 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.

What have I done? O let me lie and grieve, and speak no more. BRing him away; you must have patience Sir: If you can say aught to quit you of those presumptions that lie heavy on you, you shall be heard. If not, 'tis not your braves, nor your affecting looks can carry it. We must acquit our duties. You're Captain a th' watch Sir. You take me right. So were you best do me; see your presumptions be strong; or be assured that shall prove a dear presumption, to brand me with the murder of my friend. But you have been suborned by some close villain to defame me. 'twill not be so put off friend Lycus, I could wish your soul as free from taint of this foul fact; as mine from any such unworthy practice. Conduct me to the Governor himself; to confront before him your shallow accusations. First Sir, I'll bear you to Lysander's Tomb, to confront the murmured body; and see what evidence the wounds will yield against you. You're wise Captain. But if the body should chance not to speak; If the wounds should be tongue-tied Captain; where's then your evidence Captain? will you not be laughed at for an officious Captain? You're gallant Sir. Your Captainship commands my service no further. Well Sir, perhaps I may, if this conclusion take not; we'll try what operation lies in torture, to pull confession from you. Say you so Captain? but hark you Captain, Might it not concur with the quality of your office, ere this matter grow to the height of a more threatening danger; to wink a little at a by slip, or so? How's that? To send a man abroad under guard of one of your silliest shack-rags; that be may beat the knave, and runs way. I mean this on good terms Captain; I'll be thankful. I'll think on't hereafter. Mean time I have other employment for you. Your place is worthily replenished Captain. My duty Sir; Hark Captain, there's a mutiny in your Army; I'll go raise the Governor. No haste Sir; he'll soon be here without your summons. Bring forth the Knight ath' Tomb; have we meet with you Sir? Pray thee soldier use thine office with better temper. Come convey him to the Lord Governor, First afore the Captain Sir. Have the heavens nought else to do, but to stand still, and turn all their malignant Aspects upon one man? Captain here's the Sentinel we sought for; he's some new priest Soldier, for none of us know him. Where found you him? My truant was mich't Sir into a blind corner of the Tomb. Well said, guard him safe, burr for the Corpse. For the Corpse Sir? bare misprision, there's nobody, nothing. A mere blandation; a deceptio visus. Unless this soldier for hunger have eat up Lysander's body.
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PlayThe Widow's Tears
AuthorChapman, George
Publication year (edition)1612
First performance / composition (Annals)1604 [1604-1605]
First performance (BritDrama)1605 [1603-1605]
Company (BritDrama)Children of the Queen's Revels
TheaterBlackfriars;Whitefriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)comedy
Play typeBoys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 699 · TCP A18426 · DEEP 577
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1279–1304 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 43 in this edition
Length480 words · 638 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T8 — Captains, gallants and cheats at 0.813
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T46 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What haue I done? O let me lie and grieue, and speake no more. BRing him away; you must haue patience Sir: If you can say ought to quit you of those presumptions that lie heauie on you, you shall be heard. If not, tis not your braues, nor your affecting lookes can carrie it. We must acquite our duties. Y'are Captaine a th' watch Sir. You take me right. So were you best doe mee; see your presumptions bee strong; or be assured that shall proue a deare presumption, to brand me with the murther of my friend. But you haue beene suborn'd by some close villaine to defame me. Twill not be so put off friend Lycus, I could wish your soule as free from taint of this foule fact; as mine from any such vnworthy practise. Conduct mee to the Gouernour him selfe; to confront before him your shallow accusations. First Sir, Ile beare you to Lysanders Tombe, to confront the murther'd body; and see what euidence the wounds will yeeld against you. Y'are wise Captaine. But if the bodie should chance not to speake; If the wounds should bee tongue-tied Captaine; where's then your euidence Captaine? will you not be laught at for an officious Captaine? Y'are gallant Sir. Your Captainship commands my seruice no further. Well Sir, perhaps I may, if this conclusion take not; weele trie what operation lies in torture, to pull confession from you. Say you so Captaine? but hearke you Captaine, Might it not concurre with the qualitie of your office, ere this matter grow to the height of a more threatning danger; to winck a little at a by slip, or so? How's that? To send a man abroad vnder guard of one of your silliest shack-rags; that be may beate the knaue, and run's way. I meane this on good termes Captaine; Ile be thankfull. Ile thinke ont hereafter. Meane time I haue other emploiment for you. Your place is worthily replenisht Captaine. My dutie Sir; Hearke Captaine, there's a mutinie in your Armie; Ile go raise the Gouernour. No hast Sir; heele soone be here without your summons. Bring forth the Knight ath' Tomb; haue we meet with you Sir? Pray thee souldier vse thine office with better temper. Come conuay him to the Lord Gouernour, First afore the Captaine Sir. Haue the heauens nought else to doe, but to stand still, and turne all their malignant Aspects vpon one man? Captaine here's the Sentinell wee sought for; hee's some new prest Souldier, for none of vs know him. Where found you him? My truant was mich't Sir into a blind corner of the Tomb. Well said, guard him safe, bur for the Corps. For the Corps Sir? bare misprision, there's no bodie, nothing. A meere blandation; a deceptio visus. Vnlesse this souldier for hunger haue eate vp Lysanders bodie.