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 0.78 · 531 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
A man can bear No more and keep his flesh, forgive me then, I would endure yet if I could, now show The spirit thou pretendest, and understand Thou hast no hour to live, what dost thou mean, Thou canst not fight, the blows thou mak'st at me Are quite beside, and those I offer at thee Thou spread'st thine arms, and tak'st upon thine breast Alas defenseless. I have got enough, And my desire, there is no place so fit For me to die as here. Amintor I am loaden with events That fly to make thee happy, I have joys That in a moment can call back thy wrongs And settle thee in thy free state again, It is Euadne still that follows thee But not her mischiefs. Thou canst not fool me to believe again, But thou hast books and things so full of news That I am stalled. Noble Amintor put off thy amaze, Let thine eyes loose, and speak, am I not fair, Looks not Evad. beauteous with these rites now Were those hours half so lovely in thine eyes When our hands met before the holy man, I was too foul within, to look fair then, Since I knew ill I was not free till now. There is presage of some important thing About thee which it seems thy tongue hath lost, Thy hands are bloody, and thou hast a knife. In this consists thy happiness and mine, joy to Amintor for the King is dead. Those have most power to hurt us, that we love We lay our sleeping lives within their arms, Why thou hast raised up mischief to his height And found one, to out-name thy other faults, Thou hast no intermission of thy sins, But all thy life is a continued ill, Black is thy colour now, disease thy nature joy to Amintor, thou hast touched a life The very name of which had power to chain Up all my rage, and tame my wildest wrongs. 'tis done, and since I could not find away To meet thy love so clear, as through his life I cannot now repent it. couldst thou procure the gods to speak to me, To bid me love this woman, and forgive, I think I should fall out with them, behold Here lies a youth whose wounds bleed in my breast, Sent by his violent Fate to fetch his death From my slow hand, this keeps night here And throws an unknown Wilderness about me. Oh oh oh. No more pursue me not. Forgive me then and take me to thy bed, We may not part. Forbear be wise, and let my rage go this way. 'tis you that I would stay, not it. Take heed it will return with me. If it must be I shall not fear to meet it, Take me home. Thou Monster of cruelty, forbear. For heavens sake look more calm, Thine eyes are crueler, than thou canst make thy sword. Away, away thy knees are more to me then violence, I am worse than sick to see knees follow me, For that I must not grant, for God's sake stand,
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531 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.784 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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A man can beare No more and keepe his flesh, forgiue me then, I would indure yet if I could, now show The spirit thou pretendest, and vnderstand Thou hast no houre to liue, what dost thou meane, Thou cast not fight, the blowes thou makst at me Are quite besides, and those I offer at thee Thou spreadst thine armes, and takst vpon thine brest Alas defencelee. I haue got enough, And my desire, there is no place so fit For me to die as here. Amintor I am loaden with euents That flie to make thee happy, I haue ioyes That in a moment can call backe thy wrongs And settle thee in thy free state againe, It is Euadne still that followes thee But not her mischiefes. Thou canst not foole me to beleeue agen, But thou hast bookes and things so full of newes That I am stald. Noble Amintr put off thy amaze, Let thine eies loose, and speake, am I not faire, Lookes not Euad: beatious with these rites now Were those houres halfe so louely in thine eyes When our hands met before the holy man, I was too foule within, to looke faire then Since I knew ill I was not free till now. There is presage of some important thing About thee which it seemes thy tongue hath lost, Thy hands are bloudy, and thou hast a knife. In this consists thy happinesse and mine, Ioy to Amintor for the King is dead. Those haue most power to hurt vs, that we loue We lay our sleeping liues within their armes, Why thou hast raisd vp mischiefe to his height And found one, to out-name thy other faults, Thou hast no intermission of thy sinnes, But all thy life is a continued ill, Blacke is thy coulor now, disease thy nature Ioy to Amintor, thou hast toucht a life The very name of which had power to chaine Vp all my rage, and tame my wildest wrongs. Tis done, and since I could not finde away To meete thy loue so cleare, as through his life I cannot now repent it. Cudst thou procure the gods to speake to me, To bid me loue this woman, and forgiue, I thinke I should fall out with them, behold Here lies a youth whose wounds bleed in my breast, Sent by his violent Fate to fetch his death From my slow hand, this keepes night here And throwes an vnknowne Wildernesse about me. Oh oh oh. No more persue me not. Forgiue me then and take me to thy bed, We may not part. Forbeare be wise, and let my rage go this way. Tis you that I would stay, not it. Take heed it will returne with me. If it must be I shall not feare to meete it, Take me home. Thou Monster of crueltie, forbeare. For heauens sake looke more calme, Thine eies are crueller, then thou canst make thy sword. Away, away thy knees are more to me then violence, I am worse then sicke to see knees follow me, For that I must not grant, for Gods sake stand,