Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1619 · first performed or written 1611 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.88 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
God put into your bosom temperate thoughts, I'll leave you though I fear. Go, thou art honest, Why should the hasty errors of my youth Be so unpardonable, to draw a sin Helpless upon me? There is the King, now it is ripe. Draw near thou guilty man, That art the author of the loathedst crime Five ages have brought forth, and hear me speak Curses incurable, and all the evils man's body or his spirit can receive Be with thee. Why Sir do you curse me thus? Why do I curse thee, if there be a man Subtle in curses, that exceeds the rest, His worst wish on thee. Thou hast broke my heart. How Sir? Have I preserved you from a child, From all the arrows, malice or ambition Could shoot at you, and have I this for pay? 'tis true thou didst preserve me, and in that Wert crueler then hardened murderers Of Infants and their mothers; thou didst save me Only till thou hadst studied out a way How to destroy me cunningly thyself: This was a curious way of torturing. What do you mean? Thou know'st the evils thou hast done to me, Dost thou remember all those witching letters Thou sent'st unto me to Armenia, Filled with the praise of my beloved Sister, Where thou extol'st her beauty; what had I To do with that, what could her beauty be To me, and thou didst write how well she loved me, Dost thou remember this: so that I doted Something before I saw her. This is true. Is it, and I when I was returned thou know'st Thou didst pursue it, till thou woundst me into Such a strange, and unbelieved affection, As good men cannot think on. This I grant, I think I was the cause. Wert thou? Nay more, I think thou meantst it. Sir I have a lie As I love God and honesty, I did: It was my meaning. Be thine own sad judge, A further condemnation will not need: Prepare thyself to die. Why Sir to die? Why wouldst thou live, was ever yet offendor So impudent, that had a thought of mercy After confession of a crime like this? Get out I cannot, where thou hurlest me in, But I can take revenge, that's all the sweetness Left for me. Now is the time, hear me but speak. No, yet I will be far more merciful Than thou wert to me; thou didst steal into me, And never gavest me warning: so much time As I give thee now, had prevented thee For ever. Notwithstanding all thy sins, If thou hast hope, that there is yet a prayer To save thee, turn, and speak it to yourself. Sir, you shall know your sins before you do 'em If you kill me. I will not stay then. Know you kill your Father. How? You kill your Father.
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Length
488 words · 628 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.885 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
God put into your boſome temperate thoughts, Ile leaue you though I feare. Goe, thou art honeſt, Why ſhould the haſtie errors of my youth Be ſo vnpardonable, to draw a ſinne Helpeleſſe vpon me? There is the King, now it is ripe. Draw neere thou guiltie man, That art the author of the loathedſt crime Fiue ages haue brought forth, and heare me ſpeake Curſes incurable, and all the euils Mans bdie or his ſpirit can receiue Be with thee. VVhy Sir doe you curſe me thus? VVhy doe I curſe thee, if there be a man Subtill in curſes, that exceedes the reſt, His worſt wiſh on thee. Thou haſt broke my hart. How Sir? Haue I preſeru'd you from a childe, From all the arrowes, malice or ambition Could ſhoot at you, and haue I this for pay? Tis true thou didſt preſerue me, and in that VVert crueiler then hardned murderers Of Infants and their mothers; thou didſt ſaue me Onely till thou hadſt ſtuddied out a way How to deſtroy me cunningly thy ſelfe: This was a curious way of torturing. What doe you meane? Thou knowſt the euils thou haſt done to me, Doſt thou remember all thoſe witching letters Thou ſentſt vnto me to Armenia, Fild with the praiſe of my beloued Siſter, Where thou extolſt her beautie; what had I To doe with that, what could her beautie be To me, and thou didſt write how well ſhee lou'd me, Doeſt thou remember this: ſo that I doated Something before I ſaw her. This is true. Is it, and when I was returnd thou knowſt Thou didſt purſue it, till thou woundſt mee into Such a ſtrange, and vnbeleeu'd affection, As good men cannot thinke on. This I grant, I thinke I was the cauſe. VVert thou▪ Nay more, I thinke thou meantſt it. Sir I haue a lie As I loue God and honeſtie, I did: It was my meaning. Be thine owne ſad Iudge, A further condemnation will not need: Prepare thy ſelfe to die. VVhy Sir to die? VVhy wouldſt thou liue, was euer yet offendor So impudent, that had a thought of mercy After confeſſion of a crime like this? Get out I cannot, where thou hurlſt me in, But I can take reuenge, that's all the ſweetneſſe Left for me. Now is the time, heare me but ſpeake. No, yet I will be farre more mercifull Then thou wert to me; thou didſt ſteale into me, And neuer gaueſt me warning: ſo much time As I giue thee now, had preuented thee For euer. Notwithſtanding all thy ſinnes, If thou haſt hope, that there is yet a prayer To ſaue thee, turne, and ſpeake it to your ſelfe. Sir, you ſhall know your ſinnes before you doe vm If you kill me. I will not ſtay then. Know you kill your Father. How? You kill your Father.