Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
(Gracchus) I once again commend your zeal Thank, and admit your love, which labours well To win the height of our capacity: But (Gracchus) tell me now, suppose I stay, Suppose Amilcar do continue still, Like a wild Satire, most libidinous; Admit he shall extend so far as rape And by the ruin of our modest grace Erect a shameful Priapus in place? Tell me (good Gracchus) what rich victory Can the fool boast of? what egregious act Can he ascribe to conquest of our sex? we are alas like walls unfortified, Or like a Castle made of Marchpane walls Easily subdued, without fierce ravishment. Women were made to make rash men repent. Shame to my fortunes, I did seek revenge And sure the Gods will turn revenge on me; Lucilla's death, the king's Catastrophe Might have been both avoided, if revenge And malice had not been so forceable To banish pity from our spiteful breast, The want of which procured a funeral chest To keep the cinders of a sleeping pair; Which loss, no time can prove, no age repair: Lucilla's death had my malicious doom As Epitaph to dead Manander's Tomb; The plaintiffs lie which proved Lucilla's death Did likewise rob Manander of his breath. (Madam) you are deluded; I can give A testimonial that both do live. Maenander live? and doth Lucilla live? Speak it again, proclaim the news aloud Let heaven and earth be witness to thy tale: Speak it again (good Gracchus) give the God's Notice again of my certificate Which makes me in a glorious estate: Dance my dejected soul, sing merrily Leap all my organs, I am innocent, Gracchus will witness, I am innocent, I did not kill Maenander, not accuse My rival young Lucilla, no (good heaven) Gracchus will witness I am innocent: Lucilla lives, my best MENANDER lives, Speak it again (good Gracchus.) both do live. Bear witness now; hark heaven, he said they live Take special notice of his name and words For he is prompt enough to justify Our depositions, neither will he lie: No, he's an honest, very honest man Is called Gracchus so inscribe his name; And set his certain testimonial Upon record: Lucilla doth survive And my Maenander he is yet alive: So saith good Gracchus, so inscribe the same. joy hath no passage through my ravished soul: I did before put on a painted face Forging false colour to my innocence But now indeed am truly innocent: Thou Gracchus be my judge, and heaven be judge I am not now defiled with bloody thoughts And fearful agues; thou be likewise judge That false Amilcar is a menstruous rag, A youth rank-rotten, before mellow-ripe: fly-blown already as a carcase hot Which hath no shelter from the dog-day Sun: Beyond all virtues cunning to reclaim: Goodness and reformation be to him Monsters in nature; and detested more, Then of a Hermit is the common-whore. Vices, like Maggots, creep on him so thick, As who destroys the one, he must not stick To follow the subversion of them both: Of lewd Amilcar and his lustful growth.
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Length
518 words · 728 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.768 (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)
(Gracchus) I once againe commend your zeale Thanke, and admit your loue, which labours well To win the heigth of our capacity: But (Gracchus) tell mee now, suppose I stay, Suppose Amilcar doe continue still, Like a wilde Satyre, most libidinous; Admit hee shall extend so farre as rape And by the ruine of our modest grace Erect a shamefull Priapus in place? Tell mee (good Gracchus) what rich victory Can the foole boast of? what egregious act Can hee ascribe to conquest of our sex? Wee are alas like wals vn-fortified, Or like a Castle made of March-pane wals Easely subdu'd, without fierce rauishment. Women were made to make rash men repent. Shame to my fortunes, I did seeke reuenge And sure the Gods will turne reuenge on mee; Lucilla's death, the Kings Catastrophe Might haue bene both auoided, if reuenge And malice had not bene so force-able To banish pitty from our spightfull brest, The want of which procur'd a funerall chest To keepe the cinders of a sleeping paire; Which losse, no time can proue, no age repaire: Lucilla's death had my malicious doome As Epitaph to dead Mananders Tombe; The plaintiffs lye which prou'd Lucilla's death Did like-wise rob Manander of his breath. (Madam) you are deluded; I can giue A testimoniall that both doe liue. Maenander liue? and doth Lucilla liue? Speake it againe, proclaime the newes aloud Let heauen and earth be witnesse to thy tale: Speake it againe (good Gracchus) giue the Gods Notice againe of my certificate Which makes mee in a glorious estate: Dance my deiected soule, sing merrily Leape all my organs, I am innocent, Gracchus will witnesse, I am innocent, I did not kill Maenander, not accuse My riuall yong Lucilla, no (good heau'n) Gracchus will witnesse I am innocent: Lucilla liues, my best MENANDER liues, Speake it againe (good Gracchus.) both do liue. Beare witnesse now; hearke heauen, he said they liue Take speciall notice of his name and words For hee is prompt enough to iustify Our depositions, neither will hee lye: No, hee's an honest, very honest man Is called Gracchus so inscribe his name; And set his certaine testimoniall Vpon record: Lucilla doth suruiue And my Maenander hee is yet aliue: So saith good Gracchus, so inscribe the same. Ioy hath no passage through my rauish'd soule: I did before put on a painted face Forging false colour to my innocence But now indeed am truely innocent: Thou Gracchus be my iudge, and heau'n be iudge I am not now defil'd with bloudy thoughts And fearefull agues; thou be like-wise iudge That false Amilcar is a menstruous ragge, A youth ranke-rotten, before mellow-ripe: Flye-blowne already as a carkasse hot Which hath no shelter from the dog-day Sunne: Beyond all vertues cunning to reclaime: Goodnesse and reformation bee to him Monsters in nature; and detested more, Then of a Hermite is the common-whore. Vices, like Maggots, creepe on him so thicke, As who destroies the one, hee must not sticke To follow the sub-version of them both: Of lewd Amar and his lustfull growth.