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 unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
That death or danger, now shall ne'er remove, Go tell thy insatiate Countess Anna, We have escaped the snares of her false Love, Vowing for ever to abandon her. You have heard our Resolution, pray be gone. My office ever rested at your pleasure, I was the Indian, yet you had the treasure. My faction often sweats, and oft takes cold, Then gild true diligence o'er with gold. Thy speech deserves it there's gold, Be honest now, and not loves Noddy, Turned up and played on whilst thou keep'st the stock, prithee formally let's ha' thy absence. Lords farewell, 'tis Whores and Panders, that makes earth like hell. Now I am got out of lust's Labyrinth, I will to Venice, for a certain time, To recreate my much abused spirits, And then revisit Pani and my friend, I'll bring you on your way but must return; Lust is like Aetna, and will ever burn. Yet now desire is quenched flamed once in height: Till man knows hell, he never has firm faith. Out screech-owl messenger of my revenges death Thou dost belie Guiaca 'tis not so. Upon mine honesty they are united. Thy honesty? thou vassal to my pleasure take that darest thou control me, when I say no? Art not my footstool, did not I create thee? And made thee gentle, being borne a beggar: Thou hast been my woman's Pandar for a crown, And dost thou stand upon thy honesty? I am, what you please madam. Yet 'tis so. Slave, I will slit thy tongue, less thou say no. No, no, no madam. I have my humour, though they now be false, fainthearted coward get thee from my sight, When villain? haste, and come not near me. madam: I run, her sight like death doth fear me. Perfidious cowards, stain of Nobility, Venetians, and be reconciled with words: O that I had Guiaca once more here, Within this prison, made of flesh and bone, I'd not trust Thunder with my fell revenge, But mine own hands, should do the dire exploit, And fame should Chronicle a woman's acts: My rage respects the persons not the facts. There place and worths hath power to defame me, Mean hate is stingless, and does only name me: I not regard it, 'tis high blood that swells, Give me revenge, and damn me into hells, A gallant Spaniard, I will hear him speak, Grief must be speechless, ere the heart can break. Lieutenant let good Discipline be used In quartering of our Troops within the City, Not separated into many streets, That shows weak love, but not sound policy. Division in small numbers makes all weak, Forces united are the nerves of war, Mother and nurse of observation. Whose rare ingenious sprite, fills all the world By looking on itself with piercing eyes, Will look through stranger's imbecilities: Therefore be careful.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
That death or danger, now shall ne'er remoue, Goe tell thy Insaciate Countesse Anna, We haue escap't the snares of her false Loue, Vowing for euer to abandon her. You haue heard our Resolution, pray be gone. My office euer rested at your pleasure, I was the Indian, yet you had the treasure. My faction often sweates, and oft takes cold, Then gilde true diligence o'er with gold. Thy speech deseru's it there's gold, Be honest now, and not loues Noddy, Turn'd vp and plaid on whil'st thou keep'st the stock, Prethe formally let's ha thy absence. Lords farewell, Tis Whores and Panders, that makes earth like hell. Now I am got out of lusts Laborinth, I will to Venice, for a certaine time, To recreate my much abused spirits▪ And then reuisit Pani and my friend, Ile bring you on your way but must returne; Lust is like Aetna, and will euer burne. Yet now desire is quench't flam'd once in height: Till man knowes hell, he neuer has firme faith. Out scritch-Owle messenger of my reuenges death Thou do'st belye Guiaca 'tis not so. Vpon mine honestie they are vnited. Thy honestie? thou vassaile to my pleasure take that Darst thou controule me, when I say no? Art not my footestoole, did not I create thee? And made thee gentle, being borne a begger: Thou hast beene my womans Pandar for a crowne, And dost thou stand vpon thy honestie? I am, what you please Madame. Yet 'tis so. Slaue, I will slit thy tongue, lesse thou say no. No, no, no Madame. I haue my humour, though they now be false, Faint-hearted coward get thee from my sight, When villaine? hast, and come not nere me. Madame: I run, her sight like death doth feare me. Perfidious cowards, staine of Nobilitie, Venecians, and be reconcil'd with words: O that I had Guiaca once more here, Within this prison, made of flesh and bone, I'de not trust Thunder with my fell reuenge, But mine owne hands, should doe the dire exploit, And fame should Chronicle a womans acts▪ My rage respects the persons not the facts. There place and worths hath power to defame me, Meane hate is stinglesse, and does onely name me: I not regard it, 'tis high bloud that swels, Giue me reuenge, and damne me into hels, A gallant Spaniard, I will heare him speake, Griefe must be speechlesse, ere the heart can breake. Lieutenant let good Discipline be vs'd In quartring of our Troops within the Citie, Not seperated into many streetes, That shewes weake loue, but not sound policie. Diuision in small numbers makes all weake, Forces vnited are the nerues of warre, Mother and nurse of obseruation. Whose rare ingenious spright, fils all the world By looking on it selfe with piercing eyes, Will looke through strangers imbecilities: Therefore be carefull.