Markham, Gervase / Sampson, William · published 1622 · first performed or written 1622 [c.1619-1622] (Annals) tragedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.77 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
O my dread Lord, Grant me your gracious pardon; I must tell A sad and heavy Story; yet most true: And yet 'gainst such a person, as I fear Your ear will not receive it. Speak; 'gainst whom? Against the Queen. O sacred Truth, but thee, I have nor sword, nor armour. Utter it. Since your departure, to my hands she brought This fatal Viol; saying, Pheroas, Thou art the king's Cupbearer; by my love I charge thee, when his Majesty shall call For wine, give him this Potion; 'tis a draught Shall crown thee with great fortunes: I desired To know the nature; she, with solemn oaths, Swore it was nothing but a wholesome drink, Compounded with such Art; that, tasting it, You would dote of her beauty, and become A very Slave to her perfections: I promised to perform it; yet my fear Arguing with my judgement, made me try The virtue on a Spaniel; and I found It was an odious poison. Wonderful! After this trial, I demanded then, From whom her Highness had it: she affirmed, From the Lord Ioseph; but by stricter search, I found this Iew was he compounded it. I do confess the Queen of Israel Commanded me to try my utmost skill In this most strong Confection; said it was To prove the force of Simples: ay, her Slave, Durst not to disobey her; yet suspect Made me reveal it to this Nobleman. How answer you this Treason? Silently. That's a confession. Why, as good be dumb, As speak to ears are glued up; or a faith That's armed against believing: but (great Sir) If either of these open; then, believe't, Was never wronged a greater innocence. Malice hath wrought upon us, and o'erta'en Our guiltless lives with vengeance: Hell itself Is not more false than these are; yet, I know, Nothing can save us but a Miracle. The guilty ever plead thus; cursed chance, To have my joys devour me: but, 'tis done; Princes, your ears and Counsels. Ha! is't so, Hath Mischief got the Conquest; then 'tis time To change my disposition, and deceive Those which would else deceive me; in this kind, It skills not whom we injure, whom we blind. Sir, of my life all this is counterfeit, And this great Devil enchants you; for these slaves, They speak but what is taught them. On my life, Our royal Mother's guiltless; do not let Their hateful malice step between her life, And your most gracious favour. Princely youths, Nature and love deceives you: wretched things, What can you say to stay destruction? That we're the Kings, and none are innocent, Unless he please to think so. Impudent! Is that all thou canst utter? Have I lived To see thee grow thus odious, to forsake The chaste embracements of a royal bed, For an incestuous Lecher; to become The people's scorn, the honest matron's curse, The Tribes disgrace, and Israel's obloquy; Nay more, the whole world's wonder, and a stain ne'er to be washed off from Ierusalem? O mine afflicted honour!
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Length
512 words · 709 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.773 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
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)
O my dread Lord, Grant me your gracious pardon; I must tell A sad and heauy Story; yet most true: And yet 'gainst such a person, as I feare Your eare will not receiue it. Speake; 'gainst whom? Against the Queene. O sacred Truth, but thee, I haue nor sword, nor armour. Vtter it. Since your departure, to my hands she brought This fatall Violl; saying, Pheroas, Thou art the Kings Cup-bearer; by my loue I charge thee, when his Maiesty shall call For wine, giue him this Potion; tis a draught Shall crowne thee with great fortunes: I desir'd To know the nature; shee, with solemne oathes, Swore it was nothing but a wholsome drinke, Compounded with such Art; that, tasting it, You would doate of her beauty, and become A very Slaue to her perfections: I promis'd to performe it; yet my feare Arguing with my Iudgement, made me try The vertue on a Spaniel; and I found It was an odious poyson. Wonderfull! After this triall, I demanded then, From whom her Highnesse had it: she affirm'd, From the Lord Ioseph; but by stricter search, I found this Iew was he compounded it. I doe confesse the Queene of Israel Commanded me to try my vtmost skill In this most strong Confection; said it was To proue the force of Simples: I, her Slaue, Durst not to disobay her; yet suspect Made me reueale it to this Noble-man. How answer you this Treason? Silently. Thats a confession. Why, as good be dumbe, As speake to eares are glewd vp; or a faith Thats arm'd against beleeuing: but (great Sir) If either of these open; then, beleeu't, Was neuer wrong'd a greater innocence. Malice hath wrought vpon vs, and oretane Our guiltlesse liues with vengeance: Hell it selfe Is not more false then these are; yet, I know, Nothing can saue vs but a Miracle. The guilty euer plead thus; cursed chance, To haue my Ioyes deuoure me: but, tis done; Princes, your eares and Counsels. Ha! is't so, Hath Mischiefe got the Conquest; then tis time To change my disposition, and deceiue Those which would else deceiue me; in this kinde, It skils not whom we iniure, whom we blinde. Sir, of my life all this is counterfait, And this great Diuell inchants you; for these slaues, They speake but what is taught them. On my life, Our royall Mother's guiltlesse; doe not let Their hatefull malice step betweene her life, And your most gracious fauour. Princely youths, Nature and loue deceiues you: wretched things, What can you say to stay destruction? That w'are the Kings, and none are innocent, Vnlesse he please to thinke so. Impudent! Is that all thou canst vtter? Haue I liu'd To see thee grow thus odious, to forsake The chast imbracements of a royall bed, For an incestuous Letcher; to become The Peoples scorne, the honest Matrons curse, The Tribes disgrace, and Israels obloquy; Nay more, the whole worlds wonder, and a staine Nere to be washt off from Ierusalem? O mine afflicted honor!