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 · 541 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
She sounds: Aspasia. Help, for God's sake: water, Such as may chain life ever to this frame. Aspasia, speak: what no help? yet I fool, I'll chafe her temples, yet there nothing stirs. Some hidden power tell her Amintor calls, And let her answer me: Aspasia speak. I have heard, if there be any life, but bow The body thus, and it will show itself. Oh she is gone, I will not leave her yet. Since out of justice we must challenge nothing, I'll call it mercy if you'll pity me, You heavenly powers, and lend forth some few years The blessed soul to this fair seat again. No comfort comes, the gods defy me too. I'll bow the body once again: Aspasia. The soul is fled for ever, and I wrong myself, so long to lose her company. Must I talk now? Here's to be with thee love, This is a great grace to my Lord to have the new King come to him, I must tell him he is entering. Oh God, help, help. Where's Amintor? O there, there. How strange is this? What should we do here? These deaths are such acquainted things with me, That yet my heart dissolves not. May I stand Stiff here for ever: eyes call up your tears, This is Amintor: heart, he was my friend, Melt, now it flows, Amintor give a word To call me to thee. Oh. Melantius calls his friend Amintor, oh thy arms Are kinder to me than thy tongue, Speak, speak. What? That little word was worth all the sounds That ever I shall hear again. Oh brother here lies your sister slain, You lose yourself in sorrow there. Why Dip. it is A thing to laugh at in respect of this, Here was my Sister, Father, Brother, Son, All that I had, speak once again What youth lies slain there by thee. 'tis Aspasia, My last is said, let me give up my soul Into thy bosom. What's that, what's that Aspasia? I never did repent the greatness of heart till now, It will not burst at need. My daughter, dead here too, and you have all fine new tricks to grieve, but I near knew any but direct crying. I am a Prattler, but no more. Hold Brother. Stop him. Fie how unmanly was this offer in you, Does this become our strain. I know not what the matter is, but I am Grown very kind, and am friends with you all now You have given me that among you will kill me Quickly, but I'll go home and live as long as I can. His spirit is but poor, that can be kept. From death for want of weapons, Is not my hands a weapon sharp enough To stop my breath, or if you tie down those, I vow Amintor I will never eat Or drink, or sleep, or have to do with that That may preserve life, this I swear to keep. Look to him tho, and bear those bodies in May this a fair example be to me. To rule with temper, for on lustful Kings Unlooked for sudden deaths from God are sent, But cursed is he that is their instrument.
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Length
541 words · 702 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.782 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
She sounds: Aspatia. Helpe, for Gods sake: water, Such as may chaine life euer to this frame. Aspatia, speake: what no helpe? yet I foole, Ile chafe her temples, yet there nothing stirs. Some hidden power tell her Amintor cals, And let her answer me: Aspatia speake. I haue heard, if there be any life, but bow The body thus, and it will shew it selfe. Oh she is gone, I will not leaue her yet. Since out of iustice we must challenge nothing, Ile call it mercy if youle pittie me, You heauenly powers, and lend forth some few yeeres The blessed soule to this faire seat againe. No comfort comes, the gods deuie me too. Ile bow the body once againe: Aspatia. The soule is fled for euer, and I wrong My selfe, so long to loose her companie. Must I talke now? Heres to be with thee loue, This is a great grace to my Lord to haue the new King come to him, I must tell him he is entring. Oh God, helpe, helpe. Wheres Amintor? O there, there. How strange is this? What should we doe here? These deaths are such acquainted things with me, That yet my heart dissolues not. May I stand Stiffe here for euer: eyes call vp your teares, This is Amintor: heart, he was my friend, Melt, now it flowes, Amintor giue a word To call me to thee. Oh. Melantius cals his friend Amintor, oh thy armes Are kinder to me then thy tongue, Speake, speake. What? That little word was worth all the sounds That euer I shall heare againe. Oh brother here lies your sister slaine, You loose your selfe in sorrow there. Why Dip. it is A thing to laugh at in respect of this, Here was my Sister, Father, Brother, Sonne, All that I had, speake once againe What youth lies slaine there by thee. Tis Aspatia, My last is said, let me giue vp my soule Into thy bosome. Whats that, whats that Aspatia? I neuer did repent the greatnesse of heart till now, It will not burst at need. My daughter, dead here too, and you haue all fine new trices to greiue, but I nere knew any but direct crying. I am a Pratler, but no more. Hold Brother. Stop him. Fie how vnmanly was this offer in you, Does this become our straine. I know not what the matter is, but I am Growne very kinde, and am friends with you all now You haue giuen me that among you will kill me Quickly, but Ile go home and liue as long as I can. His spirit is but poore, that can be kept. From deah for want of weapons, Is not my hands a weapon shape enough To stop my breath, or if you tie downe those, I vow Amintor I will neuer eate Or drinke, or slepe, or haue to doe with that That may preseue life, this I sweare to keepe. Looke to him tho, and beare those bodies in May this a faire example be me. To rule with temper, for on lufll Kings Vnlookt for suddaine deaths from God are sent, But curst is he that is their instrument.