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 0.74 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
here's a change. A Tempest never looked for. Pack for shame, Run to thine own destruction: What, a Whore? A poisoning Whore? a bawdy Murderess? Nay, more; a treacherous Strumpet? O that Heaven Had made mine anger Lightning, that it might Destroy thee in a moment. Madam, stay; Can your true goodness think me culpable? Is it not proved apparent? Then be dumb, Be dumb for ever Marriam; if you think I can be guilty, who is innocent? Madam, you are my Mother; O call up Your worst imaginations, all the scapes Both of mine Infance, Childhood or ripe years, And if the smallest shadow in them all Betoken such an error, curse me still, Let me find death with horror; otherwise, Silence and patience help me. Sir, 'tis fit You plead your own cause; I am conquered. There's but one true judge over Israel, And he knows I am guiltless. 'tis the Plea Of every guilty person: Animis, Convey those wicked creatures, with your Guard, Unto the marketplace, and there in sight Of all the people, cause the Hangman take Their cursed head from their bodies. Stay, great Sir, Do not an act t'amaze all Israel; O look with mercy's eyes upon the Queen; The Innocent Queen our Mother; let not Slaves Blast her with false reproaches; be a God And find out Truth by Miracle. No more. No more? yes sure, if every word I speak Should nail me to destruction: Mighty Sir, Favour your own repentance, do not spill The innocent blood unjustly; for th'account Is heavy as damnation: to yourself, And to your own, become a Daniel. I'll hear no more. O sacred Sir, you must; Upon my knees I beg compassion; Compassion for my Mother. To this ground we'll grow eternally; till you vouchsafe To grant her mercy; or to give her Cause A larger course of trial. Once again, I charge you to forget her. How, forget The chaste womb which did bear us; or the paps Which gave us suck? Can there in Nature be A Lethargy so frozen? Nay, what's more; Can we forget her holy Stock, derived From all the blessed Patriarchs, in whom You and ourselves are glorious? O, dread Sir, Have mercy on her goodness. Mercy, Sir. How am I vexed with importunity; Away to Execution: if again I do command 'tis fatal. And if we Endure it, let us perish; brother draw, And let our good swords guard her: Sir, you'ave broke A link in Nature's best chain; and her death, Converts us to your mortal enemies. What; am I braved by Traitors? villains, force Way to the Execution, or you perish. Mother, hold life but one hour and we'll rescue you. Did ever Kings own bowels thus become The Typhon of sedition; or, can't be, I could beget these Serpents? If't be so Under the Aetna of their damned pride, I'll smother and consume them.
nodes 1205–1283 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 44 in this edition
Length
488 words · 679 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.741 (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)
Heere's a change. A Tempest neuer lookt for. Packe for shame, Runne to thine owne destruction: What, a Whore? A poysoning Whore? a baudy Murderesse? Nay, more; a treacherous Strumpet? O that Heauen Had made mine anger Lightning, that it might Destroy thee in a moment. Madam, stay; Can your true goodnesse thinke me culpable? Is it not prou'd apparant? Then be dumbe, Be dumbe for euer Marriam; if you thinke I can be guilty, who is innocent? Madam, you are my Mother; O call vp Your worst imaginations, all the scapes Both of mine Infance, Childhood or ripe yeares, And if the smallest shadow in them all Betoken such an error, curse me still, Let me finde death with horror; otherwise, Silence and patience helpe me. Sir, tis fit You plead your owne cause; I am conquered. There's but one true Iudge ouer Israel, And hee knowes I am guiltlesse. Tis the Plea Of euery guilty person: Animis, Conuay those wicked creatures, with your Guard, Vnto the market-place, and there in sight Of all the people, cause the Hangman take Their curst head from their bodies. Stay, great Sir, Doe not an act t'amaze all Israel; O looke with mercies eyes vpon the Queene; The Innocent Queene our Mother; let not Slaues Blast her with false reproches; be a God And finde out Truth by Miracle. No more. No more? yes sure, if euery word I speake Should naile me to destruction: Mighty Sir, Fauour your owne repentance, doe not spill The innocent bloud vniustly; for th'account Is heauy as damnation: to your selfe, And to your owne, become a Daniel. Ile heare no more. O sacred Sir, you must; Vpon my knees I begge compassion; Compassion for my Mother. To this ground Weele grow eternally; till you vouchsafe To grant her mercy; or to giue her Cause A larger course of tryall. Once againe, I charge you to forget her. How, forget The chast wombe which did beare vs; or the paps Which gaue vs sucke? Can there in Nature be A Lethargie so frozen? Nay, what's more; Can we forget her holy Stocke, deriu'd From all the blessed Patriarchs, in whom You and our selues are glorious? O, dread Sir, Haue mercy on her goodnesse. Mercy, Sir. How am I vext with importunity; Away to Execution: if againe I doe command tis fatall. And if we Indure it, let vs perish; brother draw, And let our good swords guard her: Sir, y'aue broke A linke in Natures best chaine; and her death, Conuerts vs to your mortall enemies. What; am I brau'd by Traitors? Villaines, force Way to the Execution, or you perish. Mother, hold life but one houre and wee'l rescue you. Did euer Kings owne bowels thus become The Typhon of sedition; or, can't be, I could beget these Serpents? Ift be so Vnder the Aetna of their damned pride, Ile smoother and consume them.