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 0.83 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
We sentence you to hang till you be dead: Since you were men eminent in place and worth, We give a Christian burial to you both, Not in one grave together we beseech you, we shall ne'er agree. He scorns my company, till the day of judgement, I'll not hang with him. You hang together, that shall make you friends, An everlasting hatred death soon ends: To prison with them till the day of death; Kings words like Fate, must never change their breath. You malice-monger, I'll be hanged afore thee, an't be but to vex thee. I'll do you as good a turn or the hangman, & shall fall out. Now to our kinsman, shame to royal blood, Bring him before us. Theft in a Prince is sacrilege to honour 'Tis virtues scandal, death of Royalty, I blush to see my shame; Nephew sit down justice that smiles on those on him must frown, Speak freely Captain, where found you him wounded? Between the widows house & these cross neighbours, Besides an Artificial ladder made of ropes Was fastened to her window which he confessed He brought to rob her of jewels and coin. My knowledge yields no further circumstance. Thou know'st too much, would I were past all knowledge, I might forget my grief springs from my shame, Thou monster of my blood, answer in brief To these Assertions made against thy life. Is thy soul guilty of so base a fact? I do confess I did intend to rob her. In the attempt I fell and hurt myself laws thunder is but death, I dread it not, So my Lentulus' honour be preserved From black suspicion of a lustful night. Thy head's thy forfeit for thy heart's offence, Thy blood's prerogative may claim that favour, Thy person then to death doomed by just laws, Thy death is infamous, but worse the cause. O heavens that I was borne to be hates slave, The food of Rumor, that devours my fame; I am called Insatiate Countess lusts paramour A glorious Devil, and the noble whore, I am sick, vexed, and tormented, O revenge. On whom would my Isabella be revenged? Upon a Viper, that does get mine honour, I will not name him till I be revenged, See, her's the Libels are divulged against me, An everlasting scandal to my name. And thus the villain writes in my disgrace. Who loves Isabella the insatiate, Needs Atlas back for to content her lust, That wandering Strumpet, and chaste wedlocks hate, That renders truth: deceit for loyal trust, That sacrilegious thief to Hymen's rights, Making her lust her God, heaven her delights. Swell not proud heart, I'll quench thy grief in blood, Desire in woman cannot be withstood. I'll be thy champion sweet 'gainst all the world, Name but the villain that defames thee thus. Dare thy hand execute, whom my tongue condemns, Then art thou truly valiant, mine for ever, But if thou feign'st, hate must our true love sever.
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 1380–1442 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 40 in this edition
Length
501 words · 665 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.835 (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)
We sentence you to hang till you be dead: Since you were men eminent in place and vvorth, We giue a Christian buriall to you both, Not in one graue together we beseech you, wee shall ne'er agree. He scornes my company, till the day of Iudgement, Ile not hang vvith him. You hang together, that shall make you friends, An euerlasting hatred death soone ends: To prison with them till the day of death; Kings words like Fate, must neuer change their breath. You malice-monger, Ile be hang'd afore thee, And't be but to vexe thee. Ile doe you as good a turne or the hangman, & shall fall out▪ Now to our kinsman, shame to royall blood, Bring him before vs. Theft in a Prince is sacrilege to honour 'Tis vertues scandall, death of Royalty, I blush to see my shame; Nephew sit downe Iustice that smiles on those on him must frowne, Speake freely Captaine, where found you him wounded? Betweene the widowes house & these crosse neighbors, Besides an Artificiall ladder made of ropes Was fastned to her window which he confest He brought to rob her of Iewels and coine. My knowledge yeelds no further circumstance. Thou know'st too much, would I were past all knowledge, I might forget my griefe springs from my shame, Thou monster of my blood, answere in briefe To these Assertions made against thy life. Is thy soule guilty of so base a fact? I doe confesse I did intend to rob her. In the attempt I fell and hurt my selfe Lawes thunder is but death, I dread it not, So my Lentulus honor be preseru'd From black suspition of a lustfull night. Thy head's thy forfeit for thy harts offence, Thy bloods prerogatiue may claime that fauour, Thy person then to death doomb'd by iust lawes▪ Thy death is infamous, but worse the cause. O heau'ns that I was borne to be hates slaue, The foode of Rumor, that deuour's my fame; I am call'd Insatiat Countesse lusts paramowre A glorious Diuell, and the noble whore, I am sick, vext, and tormented, O reuenge. On whom would my Isabella be reueng'd? Vpon a Viper, that does get mine honour, I will not name him till I be reueng'd, See, her's the Libels are diuulg'd against me, An euerlasting scandall to my name. And thus the villen writes in my disgrace. Who loues Isabella the insatiate, Needs Atlas back for to content her lust, That wandring Strumpet, and chaste wedlockes hate, That renders truth: deceipt for loyall trust, That sacrilegious thiefe to Himens rights, Making her lust her God, heau'n her delights. Swell not proud heart, Ile quench thy griefe in blood, Desire in woman cannot be withstood. Ile be thy champion sweet gainst all the world, Name but the villaine that defames thee thus. Dare thy hand execute, whom my tongue condemnes, Then art thou truely valiant, mine for euer, But if thou fain'st, hate must our true loue seuer.