May, Thomas · published 1622 · first performed or written 1620 (Annals) comedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.80 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Ah my good Lord, cannot now deny what I have said, o'erheard me, as my bleeding heart Was making confession of my crime. I told him an t shall please your Lordship's The king's officers had eyes to hear such rascals. You have been careful in your office Constable, You may now leave your Prisoner, I'll leave the fell on with your Lordship. Farewell good Murder I see will out. Why didst thou poison him. I was poor, And want made me be hired. Hired, by whom? By Count Virro, There he stands. I do beseech your Lordships not to credit What this base fellow speaks, I am innocent. I do believe you are, sirrah speak truth, You have not long to live. Please it your Lordship I may relate the manner. do. Eugenio was alive when first the news Was spread in Syracuse he was dead, Which false report Count Virro crediting, Became an earnest suitor to his Sister Thinking her Heir, but finding afterwards Her brother lived, and coming home Not a day's journey hence, he sent me to him, And with a promise of five hundred crowns Hired me to poison him, that this is true here's his own hand to witness it against him, Please it your Lordships to peruse the writing. This is his hand. Sure as I live, I have seen Warrants from him with just these Characters. Besides methinks this fellows Tale is likely. 'tis too true, This fellows sudden going from my house Put me into a fear. Count Virro, stand to the bar, What can you say to clear you of this murder? Nothing my Lords, I must confess the fact. Why then against you both do I pronounce. Sentence of death. The Law is just. Wretch that I am, is my dissembled grief Turned to true sorrow, were my acted tears But prophecies of my ensuing woe, And is he truly dead. oh pardon me Deie Ghost of my Eugenio, twas my fault That called this hasty vengeance from the Gods, And shortened thus thy life, for whilst with tricks I sought to fasten wealth upon our house, I brought a cannibal to be the grave Of me and mine, base bloody murderous Count. Vile cozener, cheating Lord, dissembler. Peace, stop the mouth of malediction there, This is no place to rail in. Ye just powers, at to the quality of mans offence, pe your correcting rods, and punish there Where he has sinned, did not my bleeding heart Bear such a heavy share in this day's woe, I could with a free soul applaud your justice. Lord Euphues and Philocles forgive me To make amends, I know's impossible For what my malice wrought, but I would fain Do somewhat that might testify my grief And true repentance. This is that I looked for. You're kind too late my Lord, had you been thus When neede required, you'd saved yourself and me, Our hapless sons, but if your grief be true can forgive you heartily.
nodes 1908–1986 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 32 of 33 in this edition
Length
505 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.802 (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)
Ah my good Lord, deny what I haue ſaide, , as my bleeding heart Was making confeſſion of my crime. I told him an ſhall pleaſe your Lordſhips Kings officers had eies to heare ſuch raſcalls. You haue bin carefull in your office Conſtable, You may now leaue your Priſoner, Ile leaue the fell on with your Lordſhip. Farewel good Murder I ſee will out. Why didſt thou poiſon him. I was poore, And want made me be hir'd. Hir'd, by whom? By Count Ʋirro, There he ſtands. I do beſeech your Lordſhips not to credit What this baſe fellow ſpeakes, I am innocent. I doe beleeue you are, ſirrah ſpeake truth, You haue not long to liue. Pleaſe it your Lordſhip I may relate the manner. doe. Eugenio was aliue when firſt the newes Was ſpred in Syracuſe he was dead, Which falſe report Count Virro crediting, Became an earneſt ſuitor to his Siſter Thinking her Heyre, but finding afterwards Her brother liu'd, and comming home Not a dayes iourney hence, he ſent me to him, And with a promiſe of fiue hundred crownes Hir'd me to poyſon him, that this is true Heer's his owne hand to witneſſe it againſt him, Pleaſe it your Lordſhips to peruſe the writing. This is his hand. Sure as I liue, I haue ſeene Warrants from him with iuſt theſe Carracters. Beſides me thinkes this fellowes Tale is likely. Tis too true, This fellowes ſuddaine going from my houſe Put me into a feare. Count Virro, ſtand to the barre, What can you ſay to cleere you of this murder? Nothing my Lords, I muſt confeſſe the fact. Why then againſt you both doe I pronounce. Sentence of death. The Law is iuſt. Wretch that I am, is my diſſembled griefe Turn'd to true ſorrow, were my acted teares But Propheſies of my enſuing woe, And is he truely dead. oh pardon me Deie Ghoſt of my Eugenio, twas my fault That cal'd this haſty vengeance from the Gods, And ſhortened thus thy life, for whilſt with tricks ought to faſten wealth vpon our houſe, rought a Canniball to be the graue Of me and mine, baſe bloudy murderous Count. Vile Couſner, cheating Lord, diſſembler. Peace, ſtop the mouth of malediction there, This is no place to raile in. Ye iuſt powers, at to the quality of mans offence, pe your correcting rods, and puniſh there Where he has ſinn'd, did not my bleeding heart ſuch a heauy ſhare in this dayes woe, could with a free ſoule applaud your iuſtice. Lord Euphues and Philocles forgiue me To make amends, I know's impoſſible For what my malice wrought, but I would faine that might teſtifie my griefe repentance. This is that I look't for. Yre kind too late my Lord, had you bin thus required, y'had ſau'd your ſelfe and me, ſonnes, but if your griefe be true you heartily.