May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.74 · 503 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Bring forth the prisoner, where are the witnesses? Here my Lords, I am the wronged party, And the fact my man, here besides the Officers That took them can justify. That's enough. Philocles stand to the Bar, and answer to such Crimes as shall be here objected against thy life. read the indictment. Spare that labour, I do confess the fact that I am charged with, And speak as much as my accusers can, As much as all the witnesses can prove, 'twas I that stole away the Daughter and Heir Of the Lord Polimetes, which wert to do again Rather than lose her, I again would venture, This was the fact, your sentence honoured fathers. 'tis brave and resolute. A heavy sentence noble Philocles, And such a one, as I could wish myself Off from this place, some other might deliver, You must die for it, death is your sentence. Which I embrace with willingness, now my Lord, Is your hate glutted yet, or is my life Too poor a sacrifice to appease the rancour Of your inveterate malice, if it be to Invent some scandal that may after blot My reputation, father dry your tears, Weep not for me, my death shall leave no stain Upon your blood, nor blot on your fair name: The honoured ashes of my ancestors May still rest quiet in their tear wet Urns For any fact of mine, I might have lived If heaven had not prevented it, and found Death for some foul dishonourable act. Brother farewell, no sooner have I found But I must leave thy wished for company. Farewell my dearest love, live thou still happy, And may some one of more desert than I, Be blessed in the enjoying what I lose, I need not wish him happiness that has thee, For thou wilt bring it may he prove as good worthy. dearest Philocles, no roome for any man but thee good my Lords both together are both a like, why should the law partial thus, and lay it all on him, Lady, I would we could as lawfully he you, he should die dye for this, who's that you have brought there? Con. A benefactor, if it please your Lordships, I reprehended him in my watch last night. What's his offence? murder. No master Constable, 'twas but poisoning of a man. a foole. am undone for ever, all will out. What proofs have you against him? His own profession if it please your honour. And that s an ill profession, to be a murderer, thou Meanest hee has confessed the fact. Yes my Lord, he cannot deny it. Did he not name the party who it was that he had Poisoned? marry with reverence be it spoken. was Eugenio, my Lord Polimetes his son. How's this He died long sense at Athens. I cannot tell what I should think of it, This is the man that lately brought me news Fellow stand to the bar, thou hear'st thy accusation say.
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Length
503 words · 638 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.736 (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)
Bring forth the priſoner, where are the witneſſes? Here my Lords, I am the wrong'd party, And the fact my man, here beſides the Officers That tooke them can iuſtifie. That's enough. Philocles ſtand to the Barre, and anſwere to ſuch Crimes as ſhall be here obiected againſt thy life. Reade the enditement. Spare that labour, I do confeſſe the fact that I am charg'd with, And ſpeake as much as my accuſers can, As much as all the witneſſes can proue, Twas I that ſtole away the Daughter and Heire Of the Lord Polimetes, which wert to doe againe Rather then loſe her, I againe would venture, This was the fact, your ſentence honour'd fathers. Tis braue and reſolute. A heauy ſentence noble Philocles, And ſuch a one, as I could wiſh my ſelfe Off from this place, ſome other might deliuer, You muſt dye for it, death is your ſentence. Which I embrace with willingneſſe, now my Lord, Is your hate glutted yet, or is my life Too poore a ſacrifice to appeaſe the rancor Of your inueterate malice, if it be to Inuent ſome ſcandall that may after blot My reputation, father dry your teares, Weepe not for me, my death ſhall leaue no ſtaine Vpon your bloud, nor blot on your faire name▪ The honour'd aſhes of my anceſtors May ſtill reſt quiet in their teare wet Vrnes For any fact of mine, I might haue liu'd If heauen had not preuented it, and found Death for ſome foule diſhonourable act. Brother farewell, no ſooner haue I found But I muſt leaue thy wiſht for company. Farewell my deareſt loue, liue thou ſtill happy, And may ſome one of more deſert then I, Be bleſt in the enioying what I looſe, I neede not wiſh him happineſſe that has thee, For bring it may hee proue as good worthy. deareſt Philocles, for any man but thee good my Lords both together alike, why ſhould the law and lay it all on him, would we could as lawfully hee ſhould not dye for this, , whoſe that you haue brought there? A benefactor, if it pleaſe your Lordſhips, him in my watch laſt night. Wha's his offence? murder. No maſter Conſtable, twas but poiſoning of a man. a foole. for euer, all will out. What proofes haue you againſt him? His owne profeſſion if it pleaſe your honor. And ill profeſſion, to be a murderer, thou has confe the fact. Yes my Lord, hee cannot deny it. Did he not name the party who it was that he had marry with reuerance be it ſpoken. my Lord Polimetes his ſonne. How's this He di'd long ſence at Athens. I cannot tell what I ſhould thinke of it, the man that lately brought me newes to the barre, thou thy accuſation ſay.