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 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Youhave a mind Like to my Sister, but have patience now, If next charge speed not, I'll resign to you. Pray thee let him decide it. No, my Lord, I am the man in fate, and since so bravely Your Lordship stands me, scape but one more charge, And on my life, I'll set your life at large. Said like a D'Ambois, and if now I die, Sit joy and all good on thy victory. Farewell, I heartily forgive thee. Wife, And thee, let penitence spend thy rest of life. Noble and Christian. O it breaks my heart. And should, for all faults found in him before, These words, this end, makes full amends and more. Rest worthy soul, and with it the dear spirit Of my loved Brother, rest in endless peace: Soft lie thy bones Heaven be your soul's abode, And to your ashes be the earth no load. How strange is this? the Guise amongst these spirits, And his great Brother Cardinal, both yet living, And that the rest with them, with joy thus celebrate This our revenge? This certainly presages Some instant death both to the Guise and Cardinal. That the chatillion's Ghost to should thus join In celebration of this just revenge, With Guise, that bore a chief stroke in his death, It seems that now he doth approve the act, And these true shadows of the Guise and Cardinal, Fore-running thus their bodies, may approve That all things to be done, as here we live, Are done before all times in th'other life. That Spirits should rise in these times yet are fables; Though learnedst men hold that our sensive spirits A little time abide about the graves Of their deceased bodies; and can take In cold condensed air, the same forms they had, When they were shut up in this Body's shade. O Sir, the Guise is slain. Avert it Heaven. Sent for to Council, by the King, an ambush (Lodged for the purpose) rushed on him, and took His Princely life; who sent (in dying then) His love to you, as to the best of men. The worst, and most accursed of things creeping On earth's sad bosom. Let me pray ye all A little to forbear, and let me use Freely mine own mind in lamenting him. I'll call ye straight again. We will forbear, and leave you free sir. Shall I live, and he Dead, that alone gave means of life to me? There's no disputing with the acts of Kings, Revenge is impious on their sacred persons: And could I play the worldling (no man loving Longer than gain is reaped, or grace from him) I should survive, and shall be wondered at, (Though in mine own hands being) I end with him: But Friendship is the cement of two minds, As of one man the soul and body is, Of which one cannot sever, but the other Suffers a needful separation.
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Length
493 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.765 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Y'haue a minde Like to my Sister, but haue patience now, If next charge speede not, Ile resigne to you. Pray thee let him decide it. No, my Lord, I am the man in fate, and since so brauely Your Lordship stands mee, scape but one more charge, And on my life, Ile set your life at large. Said like a D'Ambois, and if now I die, Sit ioy and all good on thy victorie. Farewell, I hartily forgiue thee. Wife, And thee, let penitence spend thy rest of life. Noble and Christian. O it breakes my heart. And should, for all faults found in him before, These words, this end, makes full amends and more. Rest worthy soule, and vvith it the deare spirit Of my lou'd Brother, rest in endlesse peace: Soft lie thy bones Heauen be your soules abode, And to your ashes be the earth no lode. How strange is this? the Guise amongst these spirits, And his great Brother Cardinall, both yet liuing, And that the rest vvith them, vvith ioy thus celebrate This our reuenge? This certainely presages Some instant death both to the Guise and Cardinall. That the Shattilians Ghost to should thus ioyne In celebration of this iust reuenge, With Guise, that bore a chiefe stroke in his death, It seemes that now he doth approue the act, And these true shadowes of the Guise and Cardinall, Fore-running thus their bodies, may approue That all things to be done, as here wee liue, Are done before all times in th'other life. That Spirits should rise in these times yet are fables; Though learnedst men hold that our sensiue spirits A little time abide about the graues Of their deceased bodies; and can take In colde condenc't ayre, the same formes they had, When they were shut vp in this bodies shade. O Sir, the Guise is slaine. Auert it Heauen. Sent for to Councill, by the King, an ambush (Lodg'd for the purpose) rushton him, and tooke His Princely life; who sent (in dying then) His loue to you, as to the best of men. The worst, and most accurst of things creeping On earths sad bosome. Let me pray yee all A little to forbeare, and let me vse Freely mine owne minde in lamenting him. Ile call yee straight againe. We will forbeare, and leaue you free sir. Shall I liue, and hee Dead, that alone gaue meanes of life to me? There's no disputing with the acts of Kings, Reuenge is impious on their sacred persons: And could I play the worldling (no man louing Longer then gaine is reapt, or grace from him) I should suruiue, and shall be wondred at, (Though in mine owne hands being) I end with him: But Friendship is the Sement of two mindes, As of one man the soule and body is, Of which one cannot seuer, but the other Suffers a needfull separation.