Marston, John / Machin, Lewis / Barkstead, William · published 1613 · first performed or written 1607 [c.1607-1608; revised 1609-1613] (Annals) tragedy · Children of the Queen's Revels (?); Children of the King's Revels (?) · Whitefriars T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.79 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Heyday; cross-ruff at midnight. Is't Christmas? You go a gaming to your neighbour's house. Dost make a Mummer of me ox-head? Make answer Gentlemen, it doth concern you. ox-head will bear an action; I'll ha'the Law; I'll not be yoked. Bear witness Gentlemen, he calls me ox-head. Do you hear sir? Very well, very well, take Law and hang thyself, I care not. Had she no other but that good face to dote upon? I'd rather she had dealt with a dangerous Frenchman, then with such a Pagan. Are you mad? answer my demand. I am as good a Christian as thyself, Though my Wife have now new christened me. Are you deaf, you make no answer? Would I had had the circumcising of thee Iew, I'd ha' Cut short your Cuckold-maker, I would i'faith, I would i'faith. Away with them to prison; they'll answer better there. Not to fast Gentlemen: what's our crime? Murder of the Duke's kinsman, signor Mendosa. Nothing else? we did it, we did it, we did it. Take heed Gentlemen what you confess. I'll confess any thing since I am made a fool by a knave. I'll be hanged like an innocent, that's flat. I'll not see my shame. Hemp in stead of a Quacksalver, you shall put out mine eyes, and my head shall be bought to make inkhorns of. You do confess the murder? Sir, 'tis true, Done by a faithless Christian and a Iew. To prison with them, we will hear no further, The tongue betrays the heart of guilty murder. Welcome to Pavy sweet, and may this kiss Chase Melancholy from thy company: Speak my soul's joy, how fare you after travail. Like one that scapeth dangers on the Seas, Yet trembles with cold fears being safe on land, With bare imagination of what's past. Fear keep with cowards, aire-stars cannot move. Fear in this kind, my Lord, doth sweeten love. To think fear joy (dear) I cannot conjecture. fear's sire to fervency, Which makes loves sweet prone Nectar: Trembling desire, fear, hope, and doubtful leisure, Distill from love the Quintessence of pleasure. madam, I yield to you; Fear keeps with Love, My Oratory is too weak against you: You have the ground of knowledge, wise experience, Which makes your argument invincible. You are Times Scholar, and can flatter weakness. Custom allows it, and we plainly see Princes and women maintain flattery. Anna, go see my jewels and my Trunks Be aptly placed in their several rooms. My Lord, know you this Gallant? 'tis a complete Gentleman. I do; 'tis Count Guiaca, my endeared friend. Welcome to Pavie, welcome fairest Lady: Your sight dear friend, is life's restorative; This day's the period of long-wished content, More welcome to me then day to the world, Night to the wearied, or gold to a miser; Such joy feels Friendship in Society. A rare shaped man: compare them both together,
Marston, John / Machin, Lewis / Barkstead, William
Publication year (edition)
1613
First performance / composition (Annals)
1607 [c.1607-1608; revised 1609-1613]
First performance (BritDrama)
1610 [1608-1613]
Company (BritDrama)
Children of the Queen's Revels (?); Children of the King's Revels (?)
Theater
Whitefriars;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Boys Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 721 · TCP A07067 · DEEP 599
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 933–989 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 40 in this edition
Length
486 words · 701 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.789 (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)
Hey-day; crosse-ruffe at midnight. Is't Christmas? You goe a gaming to your neighbours house. Dost make a Mummer of me Oxe-head? Make answere Gentlemen, it doth concerne you. Oxe-head will beare an action; Ile ha'the Law; Ile not be yoakt. Beare vvitnesse Gentlemen, he cals me Oxe-head. Doe you heare sir? Very well, very well, take Law and hang thy selfe, I care not. Had she no other but that good face to doate vpon? Ide rather she had dealt vvith a dangerous French-man, then with such a Pagan. Are you mad? answere my demaund. I am as good a Christian as thy selfe, Though my Wife haue now new christned mee. Are you deafe, you make no answere? Would I had had the circumcising of thee Iew, Ide ha' Cut short your Cuckold-maker, I would ifaith, I would ifaith. Away with them to prison; they'll answere better there. Not to fast Gentlemen: vvhat's our crime? Murther of the Dukes kinsman, Signior Mendosa. Nothing else? vve did it, vve did it, vve did it. Take heede Gentlemen vvhat you confesse. Ile confesse any thing since I am made a foole by a knaue. Ile be hang'd like an innocent, that's flat. Ile not see my shame. Hempe in stead of a Quacksaluer, you shall put out mine eyes, and my head shall be bought to make Incke-hornes of. You doe confesse the murder? Sir, 'tis true, Done by a faithlesse Christian and a Iew. To prison vvith them, wee will heare no further, The tongue betrayes the heart of guilty murder. Welcome to Pauy sweet, and may this kisse Chase Melancholy from thy company: Speake my soules ioy, how fare you after trauaile. Like one that scapeth dangers on the Seas, Yet trembles vvith cold feares being safe on land, With bare imagination of what's past. Feare keepe vvith cowards, aire-stars cannot moue. Feare in this kinde, my Lord, doth sweeten loue. To thinke feare ioy (deare) I cannot coniecture. Feare's sire to feruencie, Which makes loues sweet prone Nectar: Trembling desire, feare, hope, and doubtfull leasure, Distill from loue the Quintessence of pleasure. Madame, I yeeld to you; Feare keepes vvith Loue, My Oratorie is too weake against you: You haue the ground of knowledge, vvise experience, Which makes your argument inuincible. You are Times Scholler, and can flatter weaknesse. Custome allowes it, and vve plainly see Princes and women maintaine flatterie. Anna, goe see my Iewels and my Trunckes Be aptly placed in their seuerall roomes. My Lord, know you this Gallant? 'tis a compleate Gentleman. I doe; 'tis Count Gniaca, my endeared friend. Welcome to Pauie, vvelcome fairest Lady: Your sight deare friend, is lifes restoratiue; This day's the period of long-wish'd content, More vvelcome to me then day to the vvorld, Night to the vvearyed, or gold to a Mizer; Such ioy feeles Friendship in Societie. A rare shap'd man: compare them both together,