Tomkis, Thomas · published 1615 · first performed or written 1615 [Mar 9] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.79 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Treacherous villain! Accursed Trincalo! I'll— But this no place, he's too well backed. But shortly when the date Of his Antonioship's expired, revenge Shall sweeten this disgrace. signor Pandolfo, When you recover yourself, lost desperately In disproportioned dotage, than you'll thank me For this great favour: be not obstinate: Disquiet not yourself. I thank you sir. ANd that you freeze not for a bedfellow, I marry you with Patience. Traitorous villain! Is't not enough to wrong me, and betray me, But 't must be done with scoffs? accursed Trincalo! And me most miserable! that when I thought T'embrace young Flavia, see her before my face Bestowed upon my son! my son my rival! This is Eugenio's plot, and his friend Lelio's; Who, with my servant Cricca, have conspired, And suborned Trincalo to betray his master. Why do I rage 'gainst any but myself, That have committed such a serious business To th'hands of a base clown, and ignorant? I see mine error, but no means to help it. Only the sweetness of revenge is left me, Which I must execute: th'hours of's gentry Are now clean spent. I'll home, and there attend him. WElcome old trusty Trincalo, good Farmer welcome! give me thy hand, we must not part hereafter. Fie, what a trouble 'tis to be out of a man's self! If gentlemen have no pleasure but what I felt today; a team of horses shall not drag me out of my profession. There's nothing amongst them but borrowing, compounding for half their debts, and have their purse cut for the rest, cozened by whores, frighted with husbands, washed in wet hogsheads, cheated of their clothes, and falling in cellars for conclusion. O Precious piece of villainy! are you unchanged? How confident the rogue dares walk the streets! And then such quarreling: never a suit I wore today, but hath been soundly basted. Only this faithful Country case 'scaped fist-free; and be it spoken in a good hour, was never beaten yet since it came from fulling! Tiff. toff. Base treacherous villain! toff. toff. toff. Is this the recompense of my days work? You marry me to patience? there's patience. And that you freeze not, there's warm patience, she's a good bedfellow; have patience. You'll beat me out on't sir: how have I wronged you? So, as deserves th'expression of my fury With th'cruelest tortures I can execute. You kill me sir. Have patience. Pray you sir! Seek not by humble penitence t'appease me. Nothing can satisfy. Farewell humility. Now am I beaten sober. Shall age and weakness master my youth and strength? Now speak your pleasure: what's my fault? Dar'st deny Thy own act done before so many witnesses? Suborned by others, and betray my confidence With such a stony impudence? I have been faithful In all you trusted me. To them; not me. O what a proem stuffed with grave advice, And learned counsel, you could shower upon me Before the thunder of your deadly sentence! And give away my Mistress with a scoff!
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506 words · 736 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.795 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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Trecherous villaine! Accursed Trincalo! Ile— But this no place, Hee's too well back't. But shortly when the date Of his Antonioship's expir'd, revenge Shall sweeten this disgrace. Signior Pandolfo, When you recouer your selfe, lost desperately In disproportion'd dotage, then you'l thanke me For this great fauour: be not obstinate: Disquiet not your selfe. I thanke you sir. ANd that you freeze not for a bed-fellow, I marry you with Patience. Traiterous villaine! Is't not enough to wrong me, and betray me, But 't must be done with scoffes? accursed Trincalo! And me most miserable! that when I thought T'embrace yong Flauia, see her before my face Bestow'd vpon my sonne! my sonne my rivall! This is Eugenio's plot, and his friend Lelio's; Who, with my seruant Cricca, haue conspir'd, And suborn'd Trincalo to betray his master. Why doe I rage 'gainst any but my selfe, That haue committed such a serious businesse To th'hands of a base clowne, and ignorant? I see mine error, but no meanes to helpe it. Onely the sweetnesse of reuenge is left me, Which I must execute: th'houres of's gentry Are now cleane spent. I'le home, and there attend him. WElcome old trusty Trincalo, good Farmer welcome! giue me thy hand, wee must not part hereafter. Fye, what a trouble 'tis to be out of a mans selfe! If gentlemen haue no pleasure but what I felt to day; a teame of horses shall not dragge me out of my profession. There's nothing amongst them but borrowing, compounding for halfe their debts, and haue their purse cut for the rest, cosned by whores, frighted with husbands, wash't in wet hogges-heads, cheated of their clothes, and falling in cellars for conclusion. O Pretious peece of villany! are you vnchang'd? How confident the rogue dares walke the streetes! And then such quarrelling: neuer a sute I wore to day, but hath been soundly basted. Onely this faithfull Countrey case scap't fist-free; and bee it spoken in a good houre, was neuer beaten yet since it came from fulling! Tiff. toff. Base treacherous villaine! toff. toff. toff. Is this the recompence of my dayes worke? You marry me to patience? there's patience. And that you freeze not, there's warme patience, Shee's a good bed-fellow; haue patience. You'l beat me out on't sir: how haue I wrong'd you? So, as deserues th'expression of my fury With th'cruelst tortures I can execute. You kill me sir. Haue patience. Pray you sir! Seeke not by humble penitence t'appease me. Nothing can satisfie. Fare-well humilitie. Now am I beaten sober. Shall age and weaknesse master my youth and strength? Now speake your pleasure: what's my fault? Dar'st deny Thy owne act done before so many witnesses? Suborn'd by others, and betray my confidence With such a stony impudence? I haue bin faithfull In all you trusted me. To them; not me. O what a Proaeme stuft with graue advice, And learned counsaile, you could showre vpon me Before the thunder of your deadly sentence! And giue away my Mistresse with a scoffe!