Chapman, George · published 1613 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Whitefriars T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.80 · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
And might right well (my Clermont) and for this Virtuous digression, we will thank the scoffs Of vicious Monsieur. But now for the main point Of your late resolution for revenge Of your slain friend. I have here my Challenge, Which I will pray my Brother Baligny To bear the murderous Earl. I have prepared Means for access to him, through all his Guard. About it then, my worthy Baligny, And bring us the success. I will my Lord. Revenge, that ever red sit'st in the eyes Of injured Ladies, till we crown thy brows With bloody Laurel; and receive from thee justice for all our humours injury, Whose wings none fly, that Wrath or Tyranny Have ruthless made, and bloody. Enter here, Enter, O enter: and, though length of time Never let's any scape thy constant justice, Yet now prevent that length. Fly, fly, and here Fix thy steel footsteps: Here, O here, where still Earth (moved with pity) yielded and embraced My loves fair figure, drawn in his dear blood, And marked the place, to show thee where was done The cruel'st murder that ere fled the Sun. O Earth! why keep'st thou not as well his spirit, To give his form life? No, that was not earthly: That (rarefying the thin and yielding air) Flew sparkling up into the Sphere of fire, Whence endless flames it sheds in my desire: Here be my daily pallet, here all nights That can be wrested from thy rivals arms; (O my dear Bussy) I will lie, and kiss Spirit into thy blood, or breath out mine In sighs, and kisses, and sad tunes to thine. Still on this haunt? Still shall adulterous blood Affect thy spirits? Think, for shame, but this, This blood that Cockatrice-like thus thou brood'st To dry is to breed any quench to thine. And therefore now (if only for thy lust A little covered with a vail of shame) Look out for fresh life, rather then witchlike, Learn to kiss horror, and with death engender. Strange cross in nature, purest virgin shame Lies in the blood, as lust lies; and together Many times mix too: and in none more shameful Than in the shamefaced. Who can then distinguish Twixt their affections; or tell when he meets With one not common? Yet, as worthiest Poets Shun common and plebeian forms of speech, Every illiberal and affected phrase To clothe their matter: and together tie Matter and form, with Art and decency. So worthiest women should shun vulgar guises, And though they cannot but fly out for change, Yet modesty, the matter of their lives, Be it adulterate, should be painted true With modest out-parts; what they should do still Graced with good show, though deeds be ne'er so ill.
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Length
462 words · 614 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.803 (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)
And might right well (my Clermont) and for this Vertuous digression, wee vvill thanke the scoffes Of vicious Monsieur. But now for the maine point Of your late resolution for reuenge Of your slaine friend. I haue here my Challenge, Which I will pray my Brother Baligny To beare the murtherous Earle. I haue prepar'd Meanes for accesse to him, through all his Guard. About it then, my worthy Baligny, And bring vs the successe. I will my Lord. Reuenge, that euer red itt'st in the eyes Of iniur'd Ladies, till we crowne thy browes With bloudy Lawrell; and receiue from thee Iustice for all our humors iniurie, Whose wings none flye, that Wrath or Tyrannie Haue ruthlesse made, and bloudy. Enter here, Enter, O enter: and, though length of time Neuer lets any scape thy constant iustice, Yet now preuent that length. Flye, flye, and here Fixe thy steele foot-steps: Here, O here, where still Earth (mou'd with pittie) yeelded and embrac'd My Loues faire figure, drawne in his deare bloud, And mark'd the place, to show thee where was done The cruell'st murther that ere fled the Sunne. O Earth! why keep'st thou not as well his spirit, To giue his forme life? No, that was not earthly: That (rarefying the thinne and yeelding ayre) Flew sparkling vp into the Sphaere of fire, Whence endlesse flames it sheds in my desire: Here be my daily pallet, here all nights That can be wrested from thy riuals armes; (O my deare Bussy) I will lye, and kisse Spirit into thy bloud, or breathe out mine In sighes, and kisses, and sad tunes to thine. Still on this hant? Still shall adulterous bloud Affect thy spirits? Thinke, for shame, but this, This bloud that Cockatrice-like thus thou brood'st To dry is to breede any quench to thine. And therefore now (if onely for thy lust A little couer'd with a vaile of shame) Looke out for fresh life, rather then witch-like, Learne to kisse horror, and with death engender. Strange crosse in nature, purest virgine shame Lies in the bloud, as lust lyes; and together Many times mixe too: and in none more shamefull Then in the shamefac't. Who can then distinguish Twixt their affections; or tell when hee meetes With one not common? Yet, as worthiest Poets Shunne common and plebeian formes of speech, Euery illiberall and affected phrase To clothe their matter: and together tye Matter and forme, with Art and decencie. So worthiest women should shunne vulgar guises, And though they cannot but flye out for change, Yet modestie, the matter of their liues, Be it adulterate, should be painted true With modest out-parts; what they should doe still Grac'd with good show, though deedes be ne'er so ill.