Massinger, Philip · published 1623 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1623] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.81 · 472 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Treason, treason. Call up the guard. Graccho! then we are lost. I am got off, Sir Iew, a bribe hath done it For all your serious charge; there's no disguise can keep You from my knowledge, Speak. I am out of breath, But this is. Spare thy labour fool, Francisco. Monster of Men. Give me all attributes Of all you can imagine, yet I glory To be the thing I was borne, I am Francisco, Francisco that was raised by you, And made the Minion of the time The same Francisco, That would have whored this trunk when it had life, And after breathed a jealousy upon thee As killing as those damps that belch out plagues, When the foundation of the earth is shaken; I made thee do a deed heaven will not pardon Which was to kill an innocent. Call forth the tortures For all that flesh can feel. I dare the worst, Only to yield some reason to the world Why I pursued this course, look on this face Made old by thy base falsehood, 'tis Eugenia. Eugenia. does it start you Sir? my Sister, Seduced and fooled by thee, but thou must pay The forfeit of thy falsehood, does it not work yet? whate'er becomes of me (which I esteem not) Thou art marked for the grave, I have given thee poison In this cup, now observe me, with thy last Carousing deeply of, made thee forget Thy vowed, faith to Eugenia. O damned villain! How do you Sir? Like one, That learns to know in death what punishment; Waits on the breath of faith, o now I feel An AEtna in my entrails, I have lived A Prince, and my last breath shallbe command I burn, I burn, yet ere life be consumed Let me pronounce upon this wretch all torture That witty cruelty can invent. Away with him. In all things we will serve you. Farewell sister, Now I have kept my word, torments I scorn, I leave the world with glory, they are men And leave behind them name and memory, That wronged do right themselves before they die. A desperate wretch. I come death, I obey thee, Yet I will not die raging, for alas, My whole life was a frenzy. Good Eugenia In death forgive me, As you love me bear her To some religious house, there let her spend The remnant of her life, when I am ashes Perhaps she'll be appeared, and soar a prayer For my poor soul. Bury me with Marcelia And let our Epitaph be— His speech is stopped. Already dead. It is in vain to labour To call him back, we'll give him funeral, And then determine of the state affairs And learn from this example there's no trust In a foundation that is built on lust.
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Length
472 words · 592 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.812 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Treason, treason. Call vp the guard. Graccho! then we are lost. I am got off, Sir Iew, a bribe hath done it For all your serious charge; ther's no disguise can keepe You from my knowledge, Speake. I am out of breath, But this is. Spare thy labor foole, Francisco. Monster of Men. Giue me all attributes Of all you can imagine, yet I glory To be the thing I was borne, I am Francisco, Francisco that was rais'd by you, And made the Minion of the time The same Francisco, That would haue whor'd this trunke when it had life, And after breath'd a icalousie vpon thee As killing as those damps that belch out plagues, When the foundation of the earth is shaken; I made thee doe a deed heauen will not pardon Which was to kill an innocent. Call forth the tortures For all that flesh can feele. I dare the worst, Only to yeeld some reason to the world Why I pursud' this course, looke on this face Made old by thy base falshood, 'tis Eugenia. Eugenia. Do's it start you Sir? my Sister, Seduc'd and fool'd by thee, but thou must pay The forfet of thy falshod, do's it not worke yet? What ere becomes of me (which I esteeme not) 'Thou art mark'd for the graue, I haue giuen thee poison In this cup, now obserue me, with thy last Carowsing deeply of, made thee forget Thy vow'd, faith to Eugenia. O damn'd villaine! How do you Sir? Like one, That learnes to know in death what punishment; Waites on the breath of faith, ô now I feele An AEtna in my entrailes, I haue liu'd A Prince, and my last breath shalbe commaund I burne, I burne, yet er'e life be consum'd Let me pronounce vpon this wretch all torture That witty cruelty can inuent. Away with him. In all things we will serue you. Farewell sister, Now I haue kept my word, torments I scorne, I leaue the world with glory, they are men And leaue behind them name and memory, That wrong'd doe right themselues before they die. A desperate wretch. I come death, I obey thee, Yet I will not die raging, for alas, My whole life was a phrensie. Good Eugenia In death forgiue me, As you loue me beare her To some religious house, there let her spend The remnant of her life, when I am ashes Perhaps shee'll be appear'd, and soare a prayer For my poore soule. Bury me with Marcelia And let our Epitaph be— His speech is stop'd. Already dead. It is in vaine to labour To call him backe, wee'll giue him funerall, And then determine of the state affaires And learne from this example ther's no trust In a foundation that is built on lust.