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 0.81 · 511 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
The night grows horrible, and all about me Like my black purpose, O the conscience Of a lost virtue, whither wilt thou pull me? To what things dismal, as the depth of hell, Wilt thou provoke me? Let no woman dare From this hour be disloyal, if her heart Be flesh; if she have blood and can fear, 'tis a madness Above that desperate man's that left his peace, And went to sea to fight, 'tis so many sins, An age cannot repent 'em, and so great, The gods want mercy for, yet I must through 'em, I have begun a slaughter on my honour, And I must end it there, a sleeps, oh God, Why give you peace to this untemperate beast, That has so far transgressed you? I must kill him, And I will do't bravely: the mere joy Confirms me that I merit, yet I must not Thus tamely do it as he sleeps, that were To rake him to another world, my vengeance Shall seize him waking, and then say before him The number of his wrongs and punishments. I'll shape his sins like furies till I waken His evil Angel, his sick conscience, And then I strike him dead. King by your leave, I dare not trust your strength, your Grace and I Must grapple upon even terms no more. So, if he rail me not from my resolution, As I believe I shall not, I shall fit him. My Lord the King, my Lord, a sleeps As if he meant to wake no more, my Lord, Is he not dead already? Sir, my Lord. whose's that? O you sleep soundly Sir. My dear Euadne, I have been dreaming of thee, come to bed. I am come at length Sir, but how welcome? What pretty new device is this Euadne? What, do you tie me to you by my love? This is a quaint one: come my dear and kiss me, I'll be thy Mars, to bed my Queen of love, Let us be caught together, that the gods may look, And envy our embraces. Stay Sir, stay, You are too hot, and I have brought you physic, To temper your high veins. Prithee to bed then, let me take it warm, Here thou shalt know the state of my body better. I know you have a surfeited foul body, And you must bleed. Bleed! I you shall bleed, lie still, and if the devil Your lust will give you leave, repent, this steel Comes to redeem the honour that you stole King, my fair name, which nothing but thy death Can answer to the world. How Euadne? I am not she, nor bear I in this breast So much cold spirit to be called a woman, I am a Tiger, I am any thing That knows not pity, stir not, if thou dost, I'll take thee unprepared, thy fears upon thee, That make thy sins look double, and so send thee (By my revenge I will) to look those torments Prepared for such black souls.
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Length
511 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.808 (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)
The night growes horrible, and all about me Like my blacke purpose, O the conscience Of a lost virtue, whither wilt thou pull me? To what things dismall, as the depth of hell, Wilt thou prouoke me? Let no woman dare From this houre be disloyall, if her heart Be flesh; if she haue bloud and can feare, tis a madnesse Aboue that desperate mans that left his peace, And went to sea to fight, tis so many sins, An age cannot repent 'em, and so great, The gods want mercy for, yet I must through 'em, I haue begun a slaughter on my honour, And I must end it there, a sleepes, oh God, Why giue you peace to this vntemperate beast, That has so farre transgrest you? I must kill him, And I will doo't brauely: the meere ioy Confirmes me that I merit, yet I must not Thus tamely doe it as he sleepes, that were To rake him to another world, my vengeance Shall seaze him waking, and then ay before him The number of his wrongs and punishments. Ile shape his sins like furies till I waken His euill Angell, his sicke conscience, And then I strike him dead. King by your leaue, I dare not trust your strength, your Grace and I Mst grapple vpon euen tearmes no more. So, if he raile me not from my resolution, As I beleeue I shall not, I shall fit him. My Lord the King, my Lord, a sleepes As if he meant to wake no more, my Lord, Is he not dead already? Sir, my Lord. Whose that? O you sleepe soundly Sir. My deare Euadne, I haue beene dreaming of thee, come to bed. I am come at length Sir, but how welcome? What prettie new deuice is this Euadne? What, doe you tie me to you by my loue? This is a queint one: come my deare and kisse me, Ile be thy Mars, to bed my Queene of loue, Let vs be caught together, that the gods may looke, And enuie our embraces. Stay Sir, stay, You are too hot, and I haue brought you physicke, To temper your high veines. Prethee to bed then, let me take it warme, Here thou shalt know the state of my body better. I know you haue a surfeited foule body, And you must bleed. Bleed! I you shall bleed, lie still, and if the deuill Your lust will giue you leaue, repent, this steele Comes to redeeme the honour that you stole King, my faire name, which nothing but thy death Can answer to the world. How Euadne? I am not she, nor beare I in this breast So much cold spirit to be cald a woman, I am a Tiger, I am any thing That knowes not pittie, stirre not, if thou doest, Ile take thee vnprepar'd, thy feares vpon thee, That make thy sins looke double, and so snd thee (By my reuenge I will) to looke those torments Prepar'd for such blacke soules.