Markham, Gervase / Sampson, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1622 [c.1619-1622] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.81 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Do not give truth that title; for you know, It will be proved by many witnesses. Thart jealous Sister, and than such a fiend, There is no worse companion: come, no more; Should all the Prophets, Patriarchs, and Priests Lodged in the holy Books of Israel Come forth and tell this message, I would stand Boldly and interpose them; for I know, There is no truth to guard them; no nor faith. O my Divinest Marriam, how art thou And thy great sweetness injured? Th'unblown Rose, The mines of Crystal, nor the Diamond, Are half so chaste, so pure and innocent. O poor forsaken Virtue, how art thou Torn down by thy despisers, and consumed By th'envious flame of the malicious? But I am come to guard thee, and restore Thy goodness back with interest; for I vow To hear nought but thy praises: here she comes; Welcome my dearest, sweetest, happiest, All that my longings look for; thus, and thus, Like a rich Chain, my love shall hang about thee; And make the whole world do thee reverence; Nay weep not Mother; come, I know your care, And bear an equal burden: here, O here Is the true Tomb of Aristobulus. You can dissemble royally; but that Cannot cure mine Impostume. Say not so; You must forget the work of accident. Of accident? of plotted Massacre; Murder beyond example: but there's left A Hell to reckon with. Good sweet, no more; Let not your judgement wrong you to suspect Mine Innocence unjustly; for, I vow, Never came death so near me; or did force My tears in such abundance; but you know, Earth must not question Heaven: Yet to show My fair affection to your Princely Son; Within an Urn of Gold, I'll lodge his bones; And to his Funeral Rites, add such a Pomp, As shall amaze Invention; and besides, There's not an eye in all Ierusalem, But shall drop sorrow for him. Funerals are But wretched satisfactions. Note this pride. Yes, and her daughter's sullenness. Why looks my lovely Marriam downward, & dejects The glory of her bright eye? I had thought My safe return (which strikes a general joy Through Iuda and Ierusalem, and makes Mount Zion so triumphant) had not had The power to kill her comforts: Lovely one; How have I lost thy friendship; or, what Fiend Sends this Divorce betwixt us? Your own Dissimulation. Cruel Sir; Y'ave dealt unjustly with me, and profaned A Temple held you sacred. What, yourself? O do not speak it; for to that blessed Shrine I have been so religious, that the world Hath oft condemned me of Idolatry: And can you then accuse me? Yes, and call Your own heart to be witness. Let me then Be struck with fearful Thunder. Sir, take heed; Vengeance is quick in falling. Let it come: You call a Love in question, that's as just As Equity or Goodness; by that power—
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Length
491 words · 675 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.809 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Doe not giue truth that title; for you know, It will be prou'd by many witnesses. Thart iealous Sister, and than such a fiend, There is no worse companion: come, no more; Should all the Prophets, Patriarchs, and Priests Lodg'd in the holy Bookes of Israel Come forth and tell this message, I would stand Boldly and interpose them; for I know, There is no truth to guard them; no nor faith. O my Diuinest Marriam, how art thou And thy great sweetnesse iniur'd? Th'vnblowne Rose, The mines of Chrystall, nor the Diamond, Are halfe so chaft, so pure and innocent. O poore forsaken Vertue, how art thou Torne downe by thy despisers, and consum'd By th'enuious flame of the malicious? But I am come to guard thee, and restore Thy goodnesse backe with interest; for I vow To heare naught but thy praises: heere shee comes; Welcome my dearest, sweetest, happiest, All that my longings looke for; thus, and thus, Like a rich Chaine, my loue shall hang about thee; And make the whole world doe thee reuerence; Nay weepe not Mother; come, I know your care, And beare an equall burthen: heere, O heere Is the true Tombe of Aristobulus. You can dissemble royally; but that Cannot cure mine Impostume. Say not so; You must forget the worke of accident. Of accident? of plotted Massacre; Murder beyond example: but there's left A Hell to reckon with. Good sweet, no more; Let not your Iudgement wrong you to suspect Mine Innocence vniustly; for, I vow, Neuer came death so neare me; or did force My teares in such aboundance; but you know, Earth must not question Heauen: Yet to shew My faire affection to your Princely Sonne; Within an Vrne of Gold, Ile lodge his bones; And to his Funerall Rites, adde such a Pompe, As shall amaze Inuention; and besides, There's not an eye in all Ierusalem, But shall drop sorrow for him. Funerals are But wretched satisfactions. Note this pride. Yes, and her Daughters fullennesse. Why looks my louely Marriam downward, & deiects The glory of her bright eye? I had thought My safe returne (which strikes a generall ioy Through Iuda and Ierusalem, and makes Mount Sion so triumphant) had not had The power to kill her comforts: Louely one; How haue I lost thy friendship; or, what Fiend Sends this Diuorce betwixt vs? Your owne Dissimulation. Cruell Sir; Y'aue dealt vniustly with me, and prophan'd A Temple held you sacred. What, your selfe? O doe not speake it; for to that blest Shrine I haue beene so religious, that the world Hath oft condemnd me of Idolatry: And can you then accuse me? Yes, and call Your owne heart to be witnesse. Let me then Be strucke with fearefull Thunder. Sir, take heed; Vengeance is quicke in falling. Let it come: You call a Loue in question, that's as iust As Equity or Goodnesse; by that power—