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 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
It pleased my Lady Sir, this other day, (Hearing how desperately strong sickness raged Upon Prince Pheroas) for some special cause To go and visit him; she found him pained, Both in his mind and body; uttering forth Many distracted Speeches; some against Your highness' person, most against himself; Saying, he had maliciously accused The late Queen most unjustly: in the end, He makes his Lady from his Study bring A Viol filled with Poison; saying, this Was for the King prepared; and by those That had least cause to hurt him: when he had Viewed it, and showed the venom; he bequeathes The Viol to his Lady; gives her charge Of safe and curious keeping, till his eyes Were closed in death for ever; but, that done, To cast it forth and spill it on the ground, Where none that lives might know it: this scarce spoke, His Soul forsakes his Body; but the Glass My Lady, and his sad Wife doth preserve, I fear, for your destruction; Marriams Soul Hath strong revengement promised. 'tis enough; thoust told me likely danger: Hillus with Your Guard attach the Wife of Pheroas; Then search the house; and whatsoe'er you find Like Poison, see you bring me: Animis, With your Guard cease my Mother; go, away; Be careful, & be happy. Doubt us not. Still shall I thus be hunted, and compelled To turn head on mine own blood? Is there left Nothing to guard me but my Cruelty? Then let my Passion conquer and keep down All Mercy from appearing. Sir, 'twill be A royal justice in you: who not knows The Lybian lions never dare approach The walls whereon their spoils hang; Wolves we see Fly from the sound of those Drums, which we know Are headed with their own Skins: Sir, believe't, Severity brings safety. 'tis most true, And I will hence begin to study it. How now, whom have you there? Sir, 'tis the Wife of the deceased Pheroas. By what means comes she thus disabled? By her own fatal mischief: when she saw I did approach her Dwelling; first she barres All Doors against my passage; then, herself Mounts up into a Turret, which o'erlooks whatever stands about it; thence she calls, And asks me what I came for; I declared The pleasure of your Greatness; and with terms Fit for her royal Calling, wished she would Obey what I must finish: She returns An answer like her fury; said she would Nor yield to you, nor mine authority. Which anger being over; she cried see, Thus will I fly to Herod; and that spoke, down from the Turret did she throw herself As if a Whirlwind took her: which perceived, I made the Soldiers catch her; yet the force Came with such deadly violence, that some She struck dead underneath her; and herself Bruised, as you see, and wounded: By our means Hath yet so much life left, as may resolve, What we cannot discover. What of the Poison?
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Length
503 words · 661 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.774 (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
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It pleas'd my Lady Sir, this other day, (Hearing how desperately strong sicknesse rag'd Vpon Prince Pheroas) for some speciall cause To goe and visite him; she found him pain'd, Both in his minde and body; vttering forth Many distracted Speeches; some against Your Highnesse person, most against himselfe; Saying, he had maliciously accus'd The late Queene most vniustly: in the end, He makes his Lady from his Study bring A Violl fild with Poyson; saying, this Was for the King prepared; and by those That had least cause to hurt him: vvhen he had View'd it, and shew'd the venome; he bequeathes The Violl to his Lady; giues her charge Of safe and curious keeping, till his eyes Were clos'd in death for euer; but, that done, To cast it forth and spill it on the ground, Where none that liues might know it: this scarse spoke, His Soule forsakes his Body; but the Glasse My Lady, and his sad Wife doth preserue, I feare, for your destruction; Marriams Soule Hath strong reuengement promis'd. Tis enough; Th'ast told me likely danger: Hillus with Your Guard attach the Wife of Pheroas; Then search the house; and whatsoere you finde Like Poyson, see you bring me: Animis, With your Guard ceaze my Mother; goe, away; Be carefull, & be happy. Doubt vs not. Still shall I thus be hunted, and compel'd To turne head on mine owne blood? Is there left Nothing to guard me but my Cruelty? Then let my Passion conquer and keepe downe All Mercy from appearing. Sir, twill be A royall Iustice in you: who not knowes The Lybian Lyons neuer dare approach The walls wheron their spoiles hang; Wolues we see Fly from the sound of those Drums, which we know Are headed with their owne Skins: Sir, beleeu't, Seuerity brings safety. Tis most true, And I will hence begin to study it. How now, whom haue you there? Sir, tis the Wise of the deceased Pheroas. By what meanes comes she thus disabled? By her owne fatall mischiefe: when she saw I did aproach her Dwelling; first she barres All Dores against my passage; then, her selfe Mounts vp into a Trret, which orelookes What euer stands about it; thence she calls, And asks me what I came for; I declar'd The pleasure of your Greatnesse; and with tearmes Fit for her royall Calling, wisht she would Obey what I must finish: She returnes An answer like her fury; said she would Nor yeeld to you, nor mine authority. Which anger being ouer; she cry'd see, Thus will I flye to Herod; and that spoke, Downe from the Turret did she throw her selfe As if a VVhirle-winde tooke her: which perceiud, I made the Soldiers catch her; yet the force Came with such deadly violence, that some She struck dead vnderneath her; and her selfe Bruiz'd, as you see, and wounded: By our meanes Hath yet so much life left, as may resolue, VVhat we cannot discouer. What of the Poyson?