Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
What shadow void of substance hither comes? What incorporeal essence doth approach? What vapours painted like myself with fume? (Who steal existence from united fog) What substance insubstantial? what Ghost Walks in the clouded element of air? Aread thou dumb associate of dark And thievish midnights; now aread thy name. Recital serves to tortuose, yet know I am the ghost of slaughtered Cassio, Slain for the zeal I nourished to a friend; Unfaithful usage wrought my timeless end. My true born Cassius? well encountered; see The soul and image of thy zealous friend. What echo bred of impudence, what air, ejaculates the name without a blush? Avaunt, o vanish (thou vild caitiff) run, lest with a repetition of old tort, I make thee vanish by the full report. Stay thou abortive image, who assum'st The title of a traitor, whom I loved, Stay thou ignoble wretch, I will inform How falsehood hath deluded innocence. Tremble, o tremble (earth) when I repeat The black disaster of my fatal end. Tremble; for know, this ignominious man, Whose wicked mischief did enthrall my days, He was produced from out the loins of earth; Yes (damned politician) thy proud aim Thought by invasion to surprise thy prince, Under pretext of high abuses done, Of wrongful censure, of imprisonment. Thus did your oiled speech insinuate, Thus move a simple meaning friend, myself To train forth Soldiers; o impiety! Pretending rescue still to undertake Rescue of thee, whose finger did not ache. Seated in triumph, sole competitor, With Princes of high courage, thou didst rule: Envy, the common traitor to estate Stood far enough from thee: imprisonment, No way impeached thy lustre: yet as winds Crowded within the recluse caverns, swell, That dreadful earthquake is engendered thence, So did thy turbulent faction overboil The brim of due obedience; poor I (Incited to rebellion by fair gloss, Which colourable smoothness had put on) Perished in battle, through thy peevish train, Imprisonment proved false, and rescue vain. I vanish where thy Ghost shall never see My shadowed substance of impiety. Run thou remorseless Image to the womb Of hell, thy heavy mansion: let all sex Believe that man to lethargy condemned, Who takes a politician for his friend. Gape greedy Lerna, thou most impious gulf, Stretch thy unhallowed gums, belch poison forth; Send some infectious plague into my blood, Into my blood and bosom, send a curse More biting than the breath of Scorpions: Be boundless my swollen outrage; o blaspheme That irreligious deity of chance; My good estate's consumed with idle game: Whatever this inconstant age terms Wealth, Whatever I did call Peculiar, My own poor substance, styled with proper name: What with much travail, and extorting means, I scraped (laborious to enrich my 'state) All, in five hours, hath foolish game destroyed: Large expectation doth impoverish The wisest politician: we are cozened With our opinionate luck; delusive hope: Amongst all creatures (upon equal terms) Man is most foolish, most improvident; Confirmed in a belief, that happiness
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Length
500 words · 725 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.677 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
VVhat shadow voide of substance hither comes? VVhat incorporeall essence doth approach? VVhat vapors painted like my selfe with fume? (VVho steale existence from vnited fogge) What substance insubstantiall? what Ghost Walks in the clouded element of aire? Aread thou dumbe associate of darke And theeuish midnights; now aread thy name. Recitall serues to tortuose, yet know I am the ghost of slaughterd Cassio, Slaine for the zeale I nourish'd to a friend; Vnfaithfull vsage wrought my timelesse end. My true borne Cassius? well incountred; see The soule and image of thy zealous friend. What eccho bred of impudence, what aire, Eiaculates the name without a blush? Avaunt, ô vanish (thou vild caitise) run, Least with a repetition of old tort, I make thee vanish by the full report. Stay thou abortiue image, who assum'st The title of a traytor, whom I lou'd, Stay thou ignoble wretch, I will informe How falshood hath deluded innocence. Tremble, ô tremble (earth) when I repeate The blacke disaster of my fatall end. Tremble; for know, this ignominious man, Whose wicked mischiefe did enthrall my dayes, Hee was produc'd from out the loynes of earth; Yes (damned polititian) thy proud aime Thought by inuasion to surprise thy prince, Vnder praetext of high abuses done, Of wrongfull censure, of imprisonment. Thus did your oyled speech infinuate, Thus moue a simple meaning friend, my selfe To traine forth Souldiers; ô impiety! Pretending rescue still to vndertake Rescue of thee, whose finger did not ache. Seated in triumph, sole competitor, With Princes of high courage, thou didst rule: Enuy, the common traytor to estate Stood farre inough from thee: imprisonment, No way impeach'd thy lustre: yet as windes Crouded within the re-cluse cauernes, swell, That dreadfull earth-quake is ingendred thence, So did thy turbulent faction ouer-boyle The brim of due obedience; poore I (Incited to rebellion by faire glosse, Which colourable smoothnesse had put on) Perish'd in battell, through thy peevish traine, Imprisonment prou'd false, and rescue vaine. I vanish where thy Ghost shall neuer see My shadowed substance of impiety. Runne thou remorslesse Image to the wombe Of hell, thy heauy mansion: let all sexe Beleeue that man to lethargy condemn'd, Who takes a polititian for his friend. Gape greedy Lerna, thou most impious gulfe, Stretch thy vnhallowed gums, belch poyson forth; Send some infectious plague into my blood, Into my blood and bosome, send a curse More biting then the breath of Scorpions: Be boundlesse my swolne ourage; ô blaspheme That irreligious deity of chance; My good estate's consum'd with idle game: What-euer this inconstant age tearmes Wealth, What-euer I did call Peculiar, My owne poore substance, stil'd with proper name: What with much trauaile, and extorting meanes, I scrap'd (laborious to enrich my 'state) All, in fiue houres, hath foolish game destroy'd: Large expectation doth impoverish The wisest polititian: wee are cousen'd With our opinionate lucke; delusiue hope: Amongst all creatures (vpon aequall tearmes) Man is most foolish, most improvident; Confirm'd in a beliefe, that happinesse