Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Hymen's Triumph · chunk 28 of 31

Daniel, Samuel · published 1615 · first performed or written 1614 [Feb 2] (Annals)
pastoral; tragicomedy · before the Court
unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 476 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.

Do good Palaemon, make what haste you may Seek out for help, and be not long away. Alas sweet boy, that thou shouldst ever have So hard misfortune, coming unto me, And end thy tale with this sad tragedy; That tale which well resembled Sylvia's case, Which thou resemblest; for such brows had she. Such a proportioned face, and such a neck. What have we here, the mole of Silvia too? What and her breasts? what? and her hair? what all? All Silvia? yes, all Silvia, and all dead. And art thou thus returned again to me? Art thou thyself, that strange delivered nymph? And didst thou come to tell me thine escape From death to die before me? had I not Enough to do, to wail reported harms But thou must come to bleed within my arms? Was not one death sufficient for my griefs But that thou must die twice? why thou wert dead To me before. Why? must thou die again? Ah, better had it been still to be lost Then thus to have been found; yet better found Though thus, then so lost as was thought before. For howsoever, now I have thee yet Though in the saddest fashion that may be. Yet Silvia now I have thee, and will I No more for ever part with thee again: And we this benefit shall have thereby Though fate would not permit us both to have One bed, yet Silvia we shall have one grave. And that is something, and much more than I Expected ever could have come to pass. And sure the gods but only sent thee thus To fetch me; and to take me hence with thee; And Silvia so thou shalt. I ready am T'accompany thy soul, and that with speed. The strings I feel, are all dissolved, that hold This woeful heart, reserved it seems for this: And well reserved, for this so dear an end. SO, we have took the villain, and him bound Fast to an Oak, as rugged as himself. And there he stars and gapes in th'air, and raves Like a wild beast, that's taken in the toil: And so he shall remain, till time we see What will become of this his savage act. Cheer Thirsis, Lamia will come presently And bring the best preservatives she hath. What now? Who lies discovered here? Ay me, A woman dead? Is this that boy transformed? Why, this is Silvia, O good Thirsis how Comes this to pass? Friend Thirsis, Thirsis speak. Good Thirsis tell me. Out alas he swoons, As well as she, and both seem gone alike. Come gentle herds men, come and carry them To yonder sheepcote quickly, that we may (If possible) recover them again. If not perform those rites that appertain Unto so rare a couple. Come my friends, make haste.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayHymen's Triumph
AuthorDaniel, Samuel
Publication year (edition)1615
First performance / composition (Annals)1614 [Feb 2]
First performance (BritDrama)1614 [Feb]
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)pastoral; tragicomedy
Play typeOccasional;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 736 · TCP A19829 · DEEP 616
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1702–1759 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 31 in this edition
Length476 words · 617 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T1 — Death, grief and revenge at 0.724
Other seedsseed 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)
Do good Palaemon, make what haste you may Seeke out for help, and be not long away. Alas sweet boy, that thou should'st euer haue So hard misfortune, comming vnto me, And end thy tale with this sad tragedie; That tale which well resembled Siluias case, VVhich thou resemblest; for such browes had she. Such a proportion'd face, and such a necke. VVhat haue we here, the mole of Siluia too? VVhat and her breasts? what? and her haire? what all? All Siluia? yes, all Siluia, and all dead. And art thou thus return'd againe to me? Art thou thy selfe, that strange deliuered nymphe? And didst thou come to tell me thine escape From death to die before me? had I not Ynough to doe, to wayle reported harmes But thou must come to bleed within my armes? VVas not one death sufficient for my greifes But that thou must die twice? why thou wert dead To me before. Why? must thou dye againe? Ah, better had it bene still to be lost Then thus to haue bene found; yet better found Though thus, then so lost as was thought before. For howsoeuer, now I haue thee yet Though in the saddest fashion that may be. Yet Siluia now I haue thee, and will I No more for euer part with thee againe: And we this benefit shall haue thereby Though fate would not permit vs both to haue Onebed, yet Siluia we shall haue one graue. And that is something, and much more then I Expected euer could haue come to passe. And sure the gods but only sent thee thus To fetch me; and to take me hence with thee; And Siluia so thou shalt. I ready am T'accompany thy soule, and that with speed. The strings I feele, are all dissolu'd, that hold This wofull heart, reseru'd it seemes for this: And well reseru'd, for this so deare an end. SO, we haue tooke the villaine, and him bound Fast to an Oake, as rugged as himselfe. And there he stares and gapes in th'ayre, and raues Like a wilde beast, that's taken in the toyle: And so he shall remaine, till time we see What will become of this his sauage act. Cheere Thirsis, Lamia will come presently And bring the best preseruatiues she hath. VVhat now? VVho lyes discouered here? Ay me, A woman dead? Is this that boy transform'd? VVhy, this is Siluia, O good Thirsis how Comes this to passe? Friend Thirsis, Thirsis speake. Good Thirsis tell me. Out alas he sownes, As well as she, and both seeme gone alike. Come gentle heards men, come and carry them To yonder sheep-cote quickly, that we may (If possible) recouer them againe. If not performe those rites that appertaine Vnto so rare a couple. Come my friends, make hast.