Dekker, Thomas / Massinger, Philip · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 [licensed for stage, Oct 6; revised and re-licensed for stage, Jul 7, 1624] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.71 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Then with her dies The abstract of all sweetness that's in woman, Set me down friend, that ere the iron hand Of death close up mine eyes, they may at once Take my last leave both of this light, and her: For she being gone, the glorious Sun himself To me's Cimmerian darkness. Strange affection! Cupid once more hath changed his shafts with death, And kills in stead of giving life. Nay weep not, Though tears of friendship be a sovereign balm, On me they are cast a way: it is decreed That I must die with her, our clew of life Was spun together. Yet sir 'tis my wonder That you who hearing only what she suffers, Partake of all her tortures, yet will be To add to your calamity, an eye witness Of her last Tragic scene, which must pierce deeper And make the wound more desperate. O Macrinus, 'twould linger out my torment self, not kill me, Which is the end I aim at, being to die to. What instrument more glorious can I wish for, Then what is made sharp by my constant love And true affection. It may be the duty And loyal service with which I pursued her, And sealed it with my death, will be remembered Among her blessed actions, and what honour Can I desire beyond it? See she comes, How sweet her innocence appears, more like To heaven itself then any sacrifice That can be offered to it. By my hopes Of joys hereafter, the sight makes me doubtful In my belief, nor can I think our gods Are good, or to be served, that take delight In offerings of this kind, that to maintain Their power, do face the master piece of nature, Which they themselves come short of she ascends, An every step raises her nearer heaven. What god soe'er thou art that most enjoy her, Receive in her a boundless happiness You are too blame To let him come abroad. It was his will, And we were left to serve him, not command him, Good sir be not offended, nor deny My last of pleasures in this happy object That I shall ere be blessed with. Now proud contemner Of us and of our gods, tremble to think It is not in the power thou servest, to save thee. Not all the riches of the sea increased By violent shipwrecks, nor the unsearched mines Mammon's unknown exchequer shall redeem thee. And therefore having first with horror weighed What 'tis to die, and to die young, to part with All pleasures, and delights: lastly, to go Where all Antipathies to comfort dwell Furies behind, about thee, and before thee, And to add to affliction the remembrance Of the Elysian joys thou might'st have tasted, Hadst thou not turned Apostata to those gods That so reward their servants, let despair Prevent the hangman's sword, and on this scaffold Make thy first entrance into hell.
1620 [licensed for stage, Oct 6; revised and re-licensed for stage, Jul 7, 1624]
First performance (BritDrama)
1620 [Oct]
Company (BritDrama)
Red Bull (Revels) Company (first)
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 843 · TCP A07249 · DEEP 698
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 2043–2110 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 43 in this edition
Length
494 words · 618 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.714 (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)
Then with her dies The abstract of all sweetnesse that's in woman, Set me downe friend, that ere the iron hand Of death close vp mine eyes, they may at once Take my last leaue both of this light, and her: For she being gone, the glorious Sun himselfe To me's Cymerian darkenesse. Stange affection! Cupid once more hath chang'd his shafts with death, And kills in stead of giuing life. Nay weepe not, Though teares of friendship be a soueraigne balme, On me they are cast a way: it is decreed That I must die with her, our clew of life Was spun together. Yet sir tis my wonder That you who hearing onely what she suffers, Pertake of all her tortures, yet will be To adde to vour calamitie, an eye witnesse Of her last Ttagicke scene, which must pierce deeper And make the wound more desperate. O Macrinus, T would linger out my tormentselfe, not kill me, Which is the end I aime at, being to die to. What instrument more glorious can I wish for, Then what is made sharpe by my constant loue And true affection. It may be the duty And loyall seruice with which I pursude her, And seald it with my death, will be remembred Among her blessed actions, and what honor Can I desire beyond it? See she comes, How sweet her innocence appeares, more like To heauen it selfe then any sacrifice That can be offerd to it. By my hopes Of ioyes hereafter, the sight makes me doubtfull In my beleefe, nor can I thinke our gods Are good, or to be seru'd, that take delight In offrings of this kinde, that to maintaine Their power, do face the master peece of nature, Which they themselues come short of she ascends, An euery step raises her neerer heauen. What god so erethou art that most enioy her, Receiue in her a boundlesse happinesse You are too blame To let him come abrode. It was his will, And we were left to serue him, not command him, Good sir be not offended, nor deny My last of pleasures in this happy obiect That I shall ere be blest with. Now prowd contemner Of vs and of our gods, tremble to thinke It is not in the power thou seru'st, to saue thee. Not all the riches of the sea increasd By violent shipwrackes, nor the vnsearched mines Mammons vnknowne exchequer shall redeeme thee. And therefore hauing first with horror weigh'd What tis to die, and to die yong, to part with All pleasures, and delights: lastly, to goe Where all Antipathies to comfort dwell Furies behind, about thee, and before thee, And to adde to affliction the remembrance Of the Elizian ioyes thou might'st haue tasted, Hadst thou not turnd Apostata to those gods That so reward their seruants, let despayre Preuent the hangmans sword, and on this scaffold Make thy first entrance into hell.