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 0.77 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I hope I did discharge my place with care. ushers should have much wit, but little hair; Thou hast of both sufficient: prithee leave me, If thou hast an honest Lady, commend me to her, But she is none. Farewell thou private strumpet worse than common. Man were on earth an Angel but for woman, That sevenfold branch of hell from them doth grow, Pride, Lust, and Murder, they raise from below, With all their fellow sins. Women were made Of blood, without souls: when their beauties fade, And their lust's past, avarice or bawdry Makes them still loved: than they buy venery, Bribing damnation, and hire brothel slaves. Shame's their executors, Infamy their graves. Your painting will wipe off, which Art did hide, And show your ugly shape in spite of pride. Farewell Isabella poor in soul and fame, I leave thee rich in nothing but in shame. Then soulless women know, whose faiths are hollow, Your lust being quenched, a bloody act must follow. justice that makes Princes like the Gods, draws us unto the Senate, That with unpartial balance we may poise The crimes and innocence of all offenders, Our presence can chase bribery from Laws: He best can judge, that hears himself the cause. True mighty Duke, it best becomes our places, To have our light from you the Son of Virtue, Subject Authority, for gain, love or fear Oft quits the guilty, and condemns the clear. The Land and people's mine, the crimes being known, I must redress my subjects wrong's, mine own. Call for the two suspected for the murder Of Mendosa, our endered kinsman. These voluntary murderers That confess the Murder of him that is yet alive. we'll sport with serious justice for a while, In show we'll frown on them that make us smile. Bring forth the Prisoners we may hear their answers. Stand forth you Vipers, that have sucked blood, And lopped a branch sprung from a royal tree: What can you answer to escape tortures? We have confessed the fact my Lord, to God and man, Our ghostly father, and that worthy Captain: We beg not life but favourable death. On what ground sprung your hate to him we loved? Upon that curse laid on Venetians jealousy. we thought he being a Courtier, would have made us Magnificoes of the right stamp, and have played at Primero in the presence, with gold of the City brought from our Indies. Nay more, my Lord, we feared that your kinsman for a mess of Sonnets, would have given the plot of us and our wives, to some needy Poet, and for sport and profit brought us in some venetian Comedy upon the Stage. Our justice dwells with mercy; be not desperate. His Highness fain would save your lives if you would see it. All the Law in Venice shall not save me, I will not be saved.
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 1287–1336 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 40 in this edition
Length
485 words · 635 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.774 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I hope I did discharge my place with care. Vshers should haue much vvit, but little haire; Thou hast of both sufficient: prethee leaue mee, If thou hast an honest Lady, commend me to her, But shee is none. Farewell thou priuate strumpet worse then common. Man were on earth an Angell but for woman, That seauen-fold branch of hell from them doth grow, Pride, Lust, and Murder, they raise from below, With all their fellow sinnes. Women were made Of blood, without soules: vvhen their beauties fade, And their lust's past, auarice or bawdry Makes them still lou'd: then they buy venerie, Bribing damnation, and hire brothell slaues. Shame's their executors, Infamie their graues. Your painting vvill wipe off, vvhich Art did hide, And shew your vgly shape in spite of pride. Farewell Isabella poore in soule and fame, I leaue thee rich in nothing but in shame. Then soulelesse women know, whose faiths are hollow, Your lust being quench'd, a bloudy act must follow. IVstice that makes Princes like the Gods, drawes vs vnto the Senate, That with vnpartiall ballance wee may poyse The crimes and innocence of all offenders, Our presence can chase bribery from Lawes: He best can iudge, that heares himselfe the cause. True mighty Duke, it best becomes our places, To haue our light from you the Sonne of Vertue, Subiect Authoritie, for gaine, loue or feare Oft quits the guilty, and condemnes the cleare. The Land and people's mine, the crimes being knowne, I must redresse my subiects wrong's, mine owne. Call for the two suspected for the murder Of Mendosa, our endered kinsman. These voluntary murderers That confesse the Murder of him that is yet aliue. Wee'll sport vvith serious Iustice for a vvhile, In shew wee'll frowne on them that make vs smile. Bring forth the Prisoners we may heare their answeres. Stand forth you Vipers, that haue suck'd bloud, And lopt a branch sprung from a royall tree: What can you answere to escape tortures? We haue confest the fact my Lord, to God and man, Our ghostly father, and that worthy Captaine: We beg not life but fauourable death. On what ground sprung your hate to him we lou'd? Vpon that curse laid on Venecians ielousie. Wee thought he being a Courtier, would haue made vs Magnificoes of the right stampe, and haue plaid at Primero in the presence, vvith gold of the Citie brought from our Indies. Nay more, my Lord, vve feared that your kinsman for a messe of Sonnets, would haue giuen the plot of vs and our wiues, to some needy Poet, and for sport and profit brought vs in some Venician Comedy vpon the Stage. Our Iustice dwels with mercy; be not desperate. His Highnesse faine vvould saue your liues if you would see it. All the Law in Venice shall not saue mee, I vvill not be saued.