Field, Nathan · published 1618 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) comedy · Children of the Queen's Revels · Blackfriars T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.72 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I'll be hanged, if you were not busy to soon, you should have let her slept first. zounds man, she put her hands to my breasts and swore I was no maid, now I being eager to prove her words true, took that hint, and would violently have thrust her hand lower, when her thought being swifter than my strength, made her no sooner imagine that she was betrayed, but she leaps out of the bed, whips me down a sword that hung by, and as, if fortitude and justice had met to assist her, spite of all argument fair or foul she forced me away. But is't possible thou shouldst have no more wit, wouldst thou come away upon any terms, but sure ones, having night, her chamber and herself naked in thine arms? By that light, if I had a son of 14 whom I had help 't thus far, that had served me so, I would breech him. S'hart, what would you have me done? Have done? done, done twice at least. Have played Tarquin and ravished her. Pish, Tarquin was a blockhead, if he had had any wit and could have spoke, Lucrece had never been ravished, she would have yielded, I warrant thee, & so will any woman I was such an erroneous heretic to love, and women, as thou art, till now. God's precious, it makes me mad, when I think on't: was there ever such an absurd trick? now will she abuse thee horribly, say thou art a fainthearted fellow, a milksop and I know not what, as indeed thou art. zounds, would you had been in my place. zounds, I would I had, I would have so jumbled her honesty: wouldst thou be held out at staves end with words? dost not thou know a widow's a weak vessel, and is easily cast if you close. Well-tried, you deal unfriendly. By this light I shall blush to be seen in thy company. Pray leave my chamber. Pox upon your chamber, I care not for your chamber, nor yourself More than you care for me. 'Sblood I as little for you. Why fare you well. Why, farewell you. Well-tried, I prithee stay, Thou know'st I love thee. S'hart, I love you as well; but for my spleen, or choler I think, I have as much as you. Well friend, this is the business you must do for me, Repair unto the widow, where give out, Tomorrow morn, I shall be married, Invite her to the wedding, I have a trick, To put upon this Lord to, whom I made My instrument to prefer me. What shall follow, I will not ask, because I mean to see't. The jars twixt friends, still keeps their friendship sweet. Why Well-tried, you rogue, what's that a vision? Why how now my Lord? who do you call rogue? the Gentleman you name is my friend, if you were wise I should be angry.
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Length
495 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.717 (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)
I'le e hang'd, if you were not busie to soone, you should haue let her slept first. Z'oones man, she put her hands to my breasts and swore I was no maid, now I being eager to proue her words true, tooke that hint, and would violently haue thrust her hand lower, when her thought being swifter then my strength, made her no sooner imagine that she was betrai'd, but she leapes out of the bed, whips me downe a sword that hung by, and as, if fortitude and justice had met to assist her, spight of all argument faire or fowle she forc't me away. But is't possible thou should'st haue no more wit, would'st thou come away vpon any tearmes, but sure ones, hauing night, her chamber and her selfe naked in thine armes? By that light, if I had a sonne of 4 whom I had help 't thus farre, that had seru'd me so, I would breech him. S'hart, what would you haue me done? Haue done? done, done twice at least. Haue plaid Tarquin and rauish't her. Pish, Tarquin was a block-head, if he had had any wit and could haue spoke, Lucrce had neuer been rauished, she would haue yeelded, I warrant thee, & so wil any woman I was such an erronious heretique to loue, and women, as thou art, till now. God's pretious, it makes me mad, when I thinke on't: was there euer such an obsur'd trick? now will she abuse thee horriblie, say thou art a faint-hearted fellow, a milk-sop and I know not what, as indeede thou art. Z'oones, would you had beene in my place. Z'oones, I would I had, I would haue so jumbl'd her honestie: would'st thou be held out at staues end with words? dost not thou know a widdow's a weake vessell, and is easily cast if you close. Weltri'd, you deale vnfriendly. By this light I shal blush to be seen in thy companie. Pray leaue my chamber. Poxe vpon your chamber, I care not for your chamber, nor your selfe More than you care for me. S'blood I as little for you. Why fare you well. Why, fare-well you. Weltri'd, I prithee stay, Thou know'st I loue thee. S'hart, I loue you as well; but for my spleene, or choller I thinke, I haue as much as you. Well friend, this is the businesse you must doe for me, Repaire vnto the widdow, where giue out, To morrow morne, I shall be married, Inuite her to the wedding, I haue a trick, To put vpon this Lord to, whom I made My instrument to preferre me. What shall follow, I will not aske, because I meane to see't. The ars 'twixt friends, still keeps their friendship sweet. Why Weltri'd, you rogue, whats that a vision? Why how now my Lord? who do you call rogue? the Gentleman you name is my friend, if you were wise I should be angrie.