Philaster, or Love Lies a-Bleeding · chunk 32 of 40
Beaumont, Francis / Fletcher, John · published 1620 · first performed or written 1609 [May(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Globe T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.86 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
My own revenge. Revenge, for what? It pleased her to receive me as her Page, And when my fortunes ebbed, that men strid o'er them careless. She did shower her welcome graces on me, And did swell my fortunes: till they overflowed Their banks, threatening the men that crossed them, whenas swift as storms arise at sea, she turned Her eyes to burning Sins upon me, and did dry the streams She had bestowed, leaving me worse, and more contemned Then other little brooks, Because I had been great, In short, I knew I could not live: And therefore did desire to die revenged. If tortures can be found, long as thy natural life, Resolve to feel the utmost vigour. Help to lead him hence. Turn back you ravishers of innocents, Know you the price of what you bear away So rudely. Who's that? My Lord Phylaster. 'tis not the treasure of all the Kings in one, The wealth of Tagus, nor the rocks of pearl, That pave the Court of Neptune, can weigh down That virtue. It was I that hurt the Princess, Place me some god, on a pyramid, higher than Hills of earth: and lend a voice loud as you Thunder to me, that from thence I may teach The under-world, the worth that dwells in him. How's this? My Lord, some man weary of life that would be glad to die. Leave this untimely courtesy Bellario. Alas, he's mad, come, will you bear me hence? By all the oaths that men ought most to keep, And gods to punish most, when men do break. He touched her nor, take heed Bellario, How thou dost drown the virtues thou hast shown, With perjury, by all the gods 'twas I, You know she stood betwixt me and my right. Thy own tongue be thy judge. It was Phylaster. is't not a brave boy? Well, I fear me sir, we were deceived. Have I no friend here? Yes. Then show it some good body, lend a hand to draw us nearer: Would you have tears shed for you, when you die? then lay me gently on his neck, that there I may weep floods, and breath forth my spirit. Not all the wealth of Pluto, nor the gold locked in the heart of earth, can buy away this armful from me; this had been a ransom to have redeemed the great Augustus Cesar, had he been taken; you hard-hearted men, more stony than these Mountains, can you see such a clear pure blood drop, and not cut your flesh to stop his life, to bind whose bitter wounds, Queens ought to tear their hairs, and with their tears bathe them: forgive me thou that art the wealth of poor Phylaster, Is the villain ta'en? Sir, here be two confess the deed, but suit it was Phylaster. Question it no more, it was. The fellow that did fight with him, will tell us that.
nodes 1384–1433 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 40 in this edition
Length
494 words · 643 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.861 (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)
My owne reuenge. Reuenge, for what? It pleas'd her to receiue me as her Page, And when my fortunes eb'd, that men strid o're them carelesse. She did showre her welcome graces on me, And did swell my fortunes: till they ouer-flowde Their bankes, threatning the men that crost them, When as swift as stormes arise at sea, she turnde Her eyes to burning Sines vpon me, and did drie the streames She had bestow'd, leauing me worse, and more contem'd Then other little brookes, Because I had beene great, In short, I knew I could not liue: And therefore did desire to die reueng'd. If tortures can be found, long as thy naturall life, Resolue to feelethe vtmost vigor. Helpe to leade him hence. Turne back you rauishers of innocents, Know you the price of what you beare away So rudely. Who's that? My Lord Phylaster. Tis not the treasure of all the Kings in one, The wealth of Tagus, nor the rocks of pearle, That paue the Court of Neptune, can weigh downe That vertue. It was I that hurt the Princesse, Place me some god, on a Pyramades, higher then Hils of earth: and lend a voyce lowd as you Thunder to me, that from thence I may teach The vnder-world, the worrh that dwels in him. How's this? My Lord, some man weary oflife that would be glad to dy. Leaue this vntimely courtesie Bellario. Alas, he's mad, come, will you beare me hence? By all the oathes that men ought most to keepe, And gods to punish most, when men do breake. He toucht her nor, take heede Bellario, How thou doost drowne the vertues thou hast showne, With periurie, by all the gods twas I, You know she stood betwixt me and my right. Thy owne tongue be thy Iudge. It was Phylaster. I'st not a braue boy? Well, I feare me sir, we were deceiued. Haue I no friend here? Yes. Then shew it some good body, lend a hand to draw vs neerer: Would you haue teares shed for you, when you die? then lay me gentlie on his neck, that there I may weep flouds, and breath forth my spirit. Not all the wealth of Pluto, nor the gold locked in the heart of earth, can buy away this from me; this had beene a ransome to haue redeem'd the , had hee beene taken; you hard-hearted men, more stony then these Mountaines, can you see such a cleere pure bloud drop, and not cut your flesh to stop his life, to binde whose bitter wounds, Queenes ought to teare their haires, and with their teares bathe them: forgiue me thou that art the wealth of poore Phylaster, Is the villaine tane? Sir, here be two confesse the deed, but sute it was Phylaster. Question it no more, it was. The fellow that did fight with him, will tell vs that.