Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1610 [c.1610-1611] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.87 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Dost thou not feel amongst all those one brave anger That breaks out nobly, and directs thine arm To kill this base King? All the gods forbid it. No all the gods require it, they are dishonoured in him. 'tis too fearful. You're valiant in his bed, and bold enough To be a stale whore, and have your madam's name, Discourse for grooms and pages, and hereafter When his cool Majesty hath laid you by To be at pension with some needy Sir For meat and courser clothes, thus far you had no fear. Come you shall kill him. Good Sir. And 'twere to kiss him dead, thou'dst smother him. Be wise and kill him, canst thou live and know What noble minds shall make thee see thyself, Found out with every finger, made the shame Of all successions, and in this thy ruin Thy brother and thy noble husband broken? Thou shalt not live thus, kneel and swear to help me When I shall call thee to it, or by all Holy in heaven and earth thou shalt not live To breath a foul hour longer, not a thought. Come 'tis a righteous oath, give me thy hand, And both to heaven held up, swear by that wealth This lustful thief stole from thee, when I say it, To let his foul soul out. Here I swear it, And all you spirits of abused Ladies, Help me in this performance. Enough, this must be known to none But you and I Euadne, not to your Lord, Though he be wise and noble, and a fellow Dare step as far into a worthy action, As the most daring, I as far as justice. Ask me not why. Farewell. Would I could say so to my black disgrace, Gods where have I been all this time; how friended, That I should lose myself thus desperately, And none for pity show me how I wandered. There is not in the compass of the light A more unhappy creature, sure I am monstrous, For I have done those follies those mad mischiefs Would dare a woman. O my loaden soul, Be not so cruel to me, choke not up The way to my repentance. O my Lord. How now? My much abused Lord. This cannot be. I do not kneel to live, I dare not hope it, The wrongs I did are greater, look upon me Though I appear with all my faults. Stand up. This is a new way to beget more sorrows, Heaven knows I have too many, do not mock me, Though I am tame and bred up with my wrongs, Which are my foster-brothers, I may leap Like a hand-wolf into my natural wildness, And do an outrage, prithee do not mock me. My whole life is so leprous it infects All my repentance, I would buy your pardon Though at the highest set, even with my life, That sleight contrition, that; no sacrifice For what I have committed.
nodes 1702–1766 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 42 in this edition
Length
500 words · 633 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.873 (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)
Dost thou not feele amongst al those one braue anger That breakes out nobly, and directs thin arme To kill this base King? All the gods forbid it. No al the gods require it, they are dishonored in him. Tis too fearfull. Y'are valiant in his bed, and bold enough To be a stale whore, and haue your Madams name, Discourse for groomes and pages, and hereafter When his coole Maiestie hath laid you by To be at pension with some needie Sir For meat and courser cloathes, thus farre you had no feare. Come you shall kill him. Good Sir. And twere to kisse him dead, thoudst smother him. Be wise and kill him, canst thou liue and know What noble minds shall make thee see thy selfe, Found out with euery finger, made the shame Of all successions, and in this thy ruine Thy brother and thy noble husband broken? Thou shalt not liue thus, kneele and sweare to helpe me When I shall call thee to it, or by all Holy in heauen and earth thou shalt not liue To breathe a foule houre longer, not a thought. Come tis a righteous oath, giue me thy hand, And both to heauen held vp, sweare by that wealth This lustfull theefe stole from thee, when I say it, To let his foule soule out. Here I sweare it, And all you spirits of abused Ladies, Helpe me in this performance. Enough, this must be knowne to none But you and I Euadne, not to your Lord, Though he be wise and noble, and a fellow Dare step as farre into a worthy action, As the most daring, I as farre as iustice. Aske me not why. Farewell. Would I could say so to my blacke disgrace, Gods where haue I beene all this time; how friended, That I should lose my selfe thus desperately, And none for pitie shew me how I wandred. There is not in the compasse of the light A more vnhappy creature, sure I am monstrous, For I haue done those follies those mad mischiefes Would dare a woman. O my loaden soule, Be not so cruell to me, choake not vp The way to my repentance. O my Lord. How now? My much abused Lord. This cannot be. I doe not kneele to liue, I dare not hope it, The wrongs I did are greater, looke vpon me Though I appeare with all my faults. Stand vp. This is a new way to beget more sorrowes, Heauen knowes I haue too many, doe not mocke me, Though I am tame and bred vp with my wrongs Which are my foster-brothers, I may leape Like a hand-wolfe into my naturall wildnesse, And doe an outrage, prethee doe not mocke me. My whole life is so leaprous it infects All my repentance, I would buy your pardon Though at the highest set, euen with my life, That sleight contrition, that; no sacrifice For what I haue committed.