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 0.77 · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
But for your servant, I dare swear him guiltless. He would not for his Kingdom traitor be; His Laws are not so true to him, as he. O knew I how to free him, by way forced Through all their army, I would fly, and do it: And had I, of my courage and resolve, But ten such more, they should not all retain him; But I will never die, before I give Maillard an hundred slashes with a sword, Chalon an hundred breaches with a Pistol. They could not all have taken Clermont D'Ambois, Without their treachery; he had bought his bands out With their slave bloods: but he was credulous; He would believe, since he would be believed; Your noblest natures are most credulous. Who gives no trust, all trust is apt to break; Hate like hell mouth, who think not what they speak. Well, madam, I must tender my attendance On him again. Will't please you to return No service to him by me? Fetch me straight My little Cabinet. 'tis little tell him, And much too little for his matchless love: But as in him the worths of many men Are close contracted; so in this are jewels Worth many Cabinets. Here, with this (good sir) Commend my kindest service to my servant, Thank him, with all my comforts; and, in them With all my life for them: all sent from him n his remembrance of mee, and true loue: And look you tell him, tell him how I lie Prostrate at feet of his accursed misfortune, Pouring my tears out, which shall ever fall, Till I have poured for him out eyes and all. O madam, this will kill him: comfort you With full assurance of his quick acquittal; Be not so passionate: rise, cease your tears. Then must my life cease. Tears are all the vent My life hath to scape death: Tears please me better, Than all life's comforts, being the natural seed Of hearty sorrow. As a tree fruit bears, So doth an undissembled sorrow, tears. This might have been before, and saved much charge. Now sir, I hope you're much abused Eyes see In my word for my Clermont, what a villain He was that whispered in your jealous ear His own black treason in suggesting Clermont's: Coloured with nothing but being great with me, Sign then this writ for his delivery, Your hand was never urged with worthier boldness: Come, pray sir, sign it: why should Kings be prayed To acts of justice? 'tis a reverence Makes them despised, and shows they stick and tire In what their free powers should be hot as fire. Well, take your will sir, I'll have mine ere long. But wherein is this Clermont such a rare one?
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464 words · 595 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.769 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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But for your seruant, I dare sweare him guiltlesse. Hee would not for his Kingdome traitor be; His Lawes are not so true to him, as he. O knew I how to free him, by way forc'd Through all their armie, I would flye, and doe it: And had I, of my courage and resolue, But tenne such more, they should not all retaine him; But I will neuer die, before I giue Maillard an hundred slashes with a sword, Chalon an hundred breaches with a Pistoll. They could not all haue taken Clermont D'Ambois, Without their treacherie; he had bought his bands out With their slaue blouds: but he was credulous; Hee would beleeue, since he would be beleeu'd; Your noblest natures are most credulous. Who giues no trust, all trust is apt to breake; Hate like hell mouth, who thinke not what they speake. Well, Madame, I must tender my attendance On him againe. Will't please you to returne No seruice to him by me? Fetch me straight My little Cabinet. Tis little tell him, And much too little for his matchlesse loue: But as in him the worths of many men Are close contracted; so in this are Iewels Worth many Cabinets. Here, with this (good sir) Commend my kindest seruice to my seruant, Thanke him, with all my comforts; and, in them With all my life for them: all sent from him n his remembrance of mee, and true loue: And looke you tell him, tell him how I lye Prostrate at feet of his accurst misfortune, Pouring my teares out, which shall euer fall, Till I haue pour'd for him out eyes and all. O Madame, this will kill him: comfort you With full assurance of his quicke acquitall; Be not so passionate: rise▪ cease your teares. Then must my life cease. Teares are all the vent My life hath to scape death: Teares please me better, Then all lifes comforts, being the naturall seede Of heartie sorrow. As a tree fruit beares, So doth an vndissembled sorrow, teares. This might haue beene before, and sau'd much charge. Now sir, I hope you're much abus'd Eyes see In my word for my Clermont, what a villaine Hee was that whisper'd in your iealous eare His owne blacke treason in suggesting Clermonts: Colour'd with nothing but being great with mee, Signe then this writ for his deliuerie, Your hand was neuer vrg'd with worthier boldnesse: Come, pray sir, signe it: why should Kings be praid To acts of Iustice? tis a reuerence Makes them despis'd, and showes they sticke and tyre In what their free powers should be hot as fire. Well, take your will sir, Ile haue mine ere long. But wherein is this Clermont such a rare one?