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 0.78 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Fear not, I have a trick to bring us to hanging in spite of the Law. Why now I see thou lovest me; thou hast confirmed Thy friendship for ever to me by these words. Why, I should never hear lantern and candle called for, But I should think it was for me and my Wife. I'll hang for that, forget not thy trick. upon'em with thy trick, I long for sentence. Will you appeal for mercy to the Duke? Kill not thy justice Duke, to save our lives: We have deserved death. Make not us precedents for after wrongs, I will receive punishment for my sins, It shall be a means to lift me towards heaven. Let's have our desert; we crave no favour. Take them asunder, grave justice makes us mirth, That man is soulless that ne'er sins on earth. signor Mizaldus, relate the weapon you killed him with, and the manner. My Lord, your lustful kinsman, I can title him no better, came sneaking to my house like a Promoter to spy flesh in the Lent: now I having a venetian spirit, watched my time, and with my Rapier run him through, knowing all pains are but trifles to the horn of a Citizen. Take him aside. signor Claridiana, what weapon had you for this bloody act? what dart used Death? My Lord, I brained him with a leaver my neighbour lent me, and he stood by and cried strike home old boy. With several Instruments. Bring them face to face. With what killed you our Nephew? With a Rapier Liege. 'tis a lie, I killed him with a leaver, and thou stoodst by. Dost think to save me & hang thyself? no I scorn it; is this the trick thou saidst thou hadst: I killed him Duke. He only gave consent: 'twas I that did it. Thou hast always been cross to me and wilt be to my death. Have I taken all this pains to bring thee to hanging, and dost thou slip now? We shall never agree in a tale till we come to the gallows, than we shall jump. I'll show you a cross-point, if you cross me thus, When thou shalt not see it. I'll make a wry mouth at that, or it shall cost me a fall: 'Tis thy pride to be hanged alone, because thou scornest my company: but it shall be known I am as good a man as thyself, and in these actions will keep company with thy betters Iew. Monster. Dog-killer. Fencer. Part them, part'em. Hang us, and quarter us, we shall ne'er be parted till then. You do confess the murder done by both. But that I would not have the slave laugh at me, And count me a coward, I have a very good mind to live, But I am resolute: 'tis but a turn. I do confess. So do I, Pronounce our doom, we are prepared to die.
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 1337–1379 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 40 in this edition
Length
494 words · 643 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.783 (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)
Feare not, I haue a tricke to bring vs to hanging in spite of the Law. Why now I see thou louest me; thou hast confirm'd Thy friendship for euer to me by these vvordes. Why, I should neuer heare Lanthorne and candle call'd for, But I should thinke it was for me and my Wife. Ile hang for that, forget not thy tricke. Vpon'em with thy tricke, I long for sentence. Will you appeale for mercy to the Duke? Kill not thy Iustice Duke, to saue our liues: We haue deserued death. Make not vs presidents for after wrongs, I will receiue punishment for my sinnes, It shall be a meanes to lift me towards heauen. Let's haue our desert; we craue no fauour. Take them asunder, graue Iustice makes vs mirth, That man is soulelesse that ne'er sinnes on earth. Signior Mizaldus, relate the weapon you kill'd him with, and the manner. My Lord, your lustfull kinsman, I can title him no better, came sneaking to my house like a Promoter to spye flesh in the Lent: now I hauing a Venecian spirit, watcht my time, and with my Rapier runne him through, knowing all paines are but trifles to the horne of a Citizen. Take him aside. Signior Claridiana, what weapon had you for this bloudy act? vvhat dart vs'd Death? My Lord, I brain'd him with a leauer my neighbour lent me, and he stood by and cryed strike home olde boy. With seuerall Instruments. Bring them face to face. With what kill'd you our Nephew? With a Rapier Leige. Tis a lye, I kill'd him with a leauer, and thou stood'st by. Dost think to saue me & hang thy selfe? no I scorne it; is this the tricke thou said'st thou had'st: I kill'd him Duke. Hee onely gaue consent: 'twas I that did it. Thou hast alwayes beene crosse to me and wilt be to my death. Haue I taken all this paines to bring thee to hanging, and dost thou slip now? We shall neuer agree in a tale till we come to the gallowes, then we shall iumpe. Ile shew you a crosse-point, if you crosse me thus, When thou shalt not see it. Ile make a wry mouth at that, or it shall cost me a fall: 'Tis thy pride to be hang'd alone, because thou scorn'st my company: but it shall be knowne I am as good a man as thy selfe, and in these actions will keepe company with thy betters Iew. Monster. Dog-killer. Fencer. Part them, part'em. Hang vs, and quarter vs, we shall ne'er be parted til then. You doe confesse the murther done by both. But that I vvould not haue the slaue laugh at mee, And count me a coward, I haue a very good mind to liue, But I am resolute: 'tis but a turne. I doe confesse. So doe I, Pronounce our doome, wee are prepar'd to dye.