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 0.80 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Patience? there is a worm hath bitten Patience off; And, being entered, sucks my vitals up. Herod, loathed Herod: O credulous Pheroas! Why do you call on Herod? Nothing now: Was't not a strange thing, that he killed his Wife? Who do you mean, Marriam? Indeed 'twas easily done; but soundly sworn to. O, I feel a dagger. Let not her name offend you; she deserved A death more horrid, and her end was just: O Pheroas, I hated her for that Act More than the screech-owl day; and would myself Have been her Executioner; had not Law Stepped in twixt me and anger. O Madam, you're deceived; merely deceived: I have a Conscience tells me otherwise. O my sins leave, torment me not within, Nor raise this strange rebellion: hark, they cry judgement upon a wretch; that wretch am I. This savours of distraction. A Hall, a hall; let all the deadly sins Come in and here accuse me: I'll confess, Truth must no longer be obscured: why so; All things are now prepared; the judge is set, And wrangling Pleaders buzzing in his ears, Makes Babel no confusion. Whom do you see Sir? Fear and a guilty Conscience; nay, what's more, See where proud Herod and pale Envy sits; Poor Marriam standing at the Bar of death, And her Accuser I, falsely opposing her. Let not your passion work thus. Give him leave; Passion abates by venting. This is strange meditation. I do confess before the Mercy-seat Of Men and Angels, I slew Marriam; 'Twas I accused her falsely, I suborned, Struck her toth' heart with Slander; but her foes Shall follow after when the Hubbub comes And overtakes me downward, down below, In Hell amongst the damned. Gentle Sir, Name them which thus seduced you. Pardon me, I dare not, nor I may not; you may guess, Their Characters are easy; for myself, Let mine own shame sleep with me; I confess, Marriam was chaste as fair, all good, all virtuous. But yet, she's dead. So are my joys and comforts: O, till now I had clean lost myself; and as a man Left in a Wilderness, finds out no path To carry him to safety; so was I Distract, till this was uttered. You have divulged a Mystery, whose truth Shall sprinkle blood through all Ierusalem. O me, poor innocent Marriam, let thy soul Look down on my revengement; for thy sake, I will so get all Greatness; faith I will. Sir, I do wish you may die happy now; Your free confession is a Sacrifice. Madam, I thank you; and believe't for truth, The hurly-burly which but late I had Is now appeased; Truth's a brave Secretary. I could not rest before; yet now I feel A calmness overspread me; and my mind, Like a decayed Temple new adorned, Shows, as it ne'er was sullied. You're happy Sir.
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483 words · 690 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.798 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Patience? there is a worme hath bitten Patience off; And, being entred, sucks my vitalls vp. Herod, loath'd Herod: O credulous Pheroas! Why doe you call on Herod? Nothing now: Was't not a strange thing, that he kild his Wife? Who doe you meane, Marriam? Indeed t'was easily done; but soundly sworne to. O, I feele a dagger. Let not her name offend you; she deseru'd A death more horrid, and her end vvas iust: O Pheroas, I hated her for that Act More then the Scriech-Owle day; and vvould my selfe Haue beene her Executioner; had not Law Stept in twixt me and anger. O Madam, y'are deceiu'd; meerely decein'd: I haue a Conscience tels me otherwise. O my leaue, torm me not within, Nor raise this strange rebellion: harke, they cry Iudgement vpon a wretch; that wretch am I. This sauors of distraction. A Hall, a hall; let all the deadly sinnes Come in and here accuse me: Ile confesse, Truth must no longer be obscur'd: why so; All things are now prepar'd; the Iudge is set, And wrangling Pleaders buzzing in his eares, Makes Babel no confusion. Whom doe you see Sir? Feare and a guilty Conscience; nay, what's more, See where proud Herod and pale Enuy sits; Poore Marriam standing at the Barre of death, And her Accuser I, falsly opposing her. Let not your passion worke thus. Giue him leaue; Passion abates by venting. This is strange meditation. I doe confesse before the Mercy-seate Of Men and Angels, I slew Marriam; 'Twas I accus'd her falsly, I subornd, Strucke her toth' heart with Slander; but her foes Shall follow after when the Hbbub comes And ouertakes me downward, downe below, In Hell amongst the damned. Gentle Sir, Name them which thus seduc'd you. Pardon mee, I dare not, nor I may not; you may guesse, Their Characters are easie; for my selfe, Let mine owne shame sleepe with me; I confesse, Marriam was chast as faire, all good, all vertuous. But yet, shee's dead. So are my Ioyes and comforts: O, till now I had cleane lost my selfe; and as a man Left in a Wildernesse, findes out no path To carry him to safety; so was I Distract, till this was vtter'd. You haue divulg'd a Mystery, whose truth Shall sprinkle blood through all Ierusalem. O me, poore innocent Marriam, let thy soule Looke downe on my reuengement; for thy sake, I will so get all Greatnesse; faith I will. Sir, I doe wish you may dye happy now; Your free confession is a Sacrifice. Madam, I thanke you; and belieu't for truth, The hurly burly which but late I had Is now appeas'd; Truth's a braue Secretary. I could not rest before; yet now I feele A calmenesse ouerspread me; and my minde, Like a decayed Temple new adorn'd, Shewes, as it nere was sullied. Y'are happy Sir.