Massinger, Philip · published 1623 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1623] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.76 · 458 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Have you then no gall, Anger, or spleen familiar to your sex? Or is it possible that you could see Another to possess what was your due, And not grow pale with envy? Yes of him That did deceive me. there's no passion that A maid so injured ever could partake of But I have dearly suffered. These three years In my desire, and labour of revenge, Trusted to you, I have endured the throes Of teeming women, and will hazard all Fate can inflict on me but I will reach Thy heart false Sforza. You have trifled with me And not proceeded with that fiery zeal I looked for from a brother of your spirit. Sorrow forsake me, and all signs of grief Farewell for ever; Vengeance armed with fury Possess me wholly now. The reason sister Of this strange metamorphosis? Ask thy fears, Thy base unmanly fears, thy poor delays, Thy dull forgetfulness equal with death, My wrong else, and the scandal which can never Be washed off from our house but in his blood, Would have stirred up a coward to a deed In which, though he had fall'n, the brave intent Had crowned itself with a fair monument Of noble resolution. In this shape I hope to get access, and then with shame Hearing my sudden execution, judge What honour thou hast lost in being transcended By a weak woman. Still mine own, and dearer, And yet in this you but pour oil on fire, And offer your assistance where it needs not, And that you may perceive I lay not fallow, But had your wrongs stamped deeply on my heart By the Iron pen of vengeance, I attempted By whoring her to cuckold him, that failing I did begin his tragedy in her death, To which it served as Prologue, and will make A memorable story of your fortunes In my assured revenge, only best sister Let us not lose ourselves in the performance, By your rash undertaking, we will be As sudden as you could wish. Upon those terms I yield myself and cause to be disposed of As you think fit. Thy purpose? there's one Graccho That followed you it seems upon the tract, Since you left Milan, that's importunate To have access, and will not be denied, His haste he says concerns you. Bring him to me, Though he hath laid an ambush for my life, Or apprehension, yet I will prevent him And work mine own ends out. Now for my whipping, And if I now outstrip him not, and catch him, And by a new and strange way to, hereafter I'll swear there are worms in my brains. Now my good Graccho, We meet as 'twere by miracle!
nodes 2495–2561 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 36 of 42 in this edition
Length
458 words · 558 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.760 (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)
Haue you then no gall, Anger, or spleene familiar to your sexe? Or is it possible that you could see Another to possesse what was your due, And not growe pale with enuie? Yes of him That did deceine me. Ther's no passion that A maid so iniur'd euer could partake of But I haue decrely suffer'd. These three yeeres In my desire, and labour of reuenge, Trusted to you, I haue indur'd the throes Of teeming women, and will hazard all Fate can inflict on me but I will reache Thy heart salse Sforza. You haue trifled with me And not proceeded with that fiery zeale I look'd for from a brother of your spirit. Sorrow forsake me, and all signes of griefe Farewell for euer; Vengeance arm'd with furie Possesse me wholy now. The reason sister Of this strange metamorphosis? Aske thy feares, Thy base vnmanly feares, thy poore delayes, Thy dull forgetfulnesse equall with death, My wrong else, and the scandall which can neuer Be wash'd off from our house but in his blood, Would haue stirr'd vp a coward to a deed In which, though he had falne, the braue intent Had crown'd it selfe with a faire monument Of noble resolution. In this shape I hope to get accesse, and then with shame Hearing my sodaine execution, iudge What honor thou hast lost in being transcended By a weake woman. Still mine owne, and dearer, And yet in this you but poure oyle on fire, And offer your assistance where it needs not, And that you may perceiue I lay not fallow, But had your wrongs stamp'd deeply on my hart By the Yron pen of vengeance, I attempted By whoring her to cuckold him, that failing I did begin his tragedie in her death, To which it seru'd as Prologue, and will make A memorable storie of your fortunes In my assur'd reuenge, only best sister Let vs not loose our selues in the performance, By your rash vndertaking, we will be As suddaine as you could wish. Vpon those termes I yeeld my selfe and cause to be dispos'd of As you thinke fit. Thy purpose? Ther's one Graccho That follow'd you it seemes vpon the tract, Since you left Millaine, that's importunate To haue accesse, and will not be deni'd, His hast he saies concernes you. Bring him to me, Though he hath lay'd an ambush for my life, Or apprehension, yet I will preuent him And worke mine own ends out. Now for my whipping, And if I now out-strip him not, and catch him, And by a new and strange way to, hereafter I'le sweare there are wormes in my braines. Now my good Graccho, We meet as 'twere by miracle!