The Devil's Law Case (When Women Go to Law the Devil Is Full of Business) · chunk 43 of 45
Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1621] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Anne's Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.84 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
O, I tremble for you: For I do know you have a storm within you, More terrible than a Sea-fight, and your soul Being heretofore drowned in security, You know not how to live, nor how to die: But I have an object that shall startle you, And make you know whither you are going. I am armed for't. 'tis very welcome, this is a decent garment Will never be out of fashion. I will kiss it. All the Flowers of the Spring, Meet to perfume our burying: These have but their growing prime, And man does flourish but his time. Survey our progress from our birth, We are set, we grow, we turn to earth. Courts adieu, and all delights, All bewitching appetites; Sweetest Breath, and clearest eye, Like perfumes go out and die; And consequently this is done, As shadows wait upon the Sun. Vain the ambition of Kings, Who seek by trophies and dead things, To leave a living name behind And weave but nets to catch the wind: O you have wrought a miracle, and melted A heart of Adamant, you have comprised In this dumb Pageant, a right excellent form Of penitence. I am glad you so receive it. This object does persuade me to forgive The wrong she has done me, which I count the way To be forgiven yonder: and this shroud Shows me how rankly we do smell of earth, When we are in all our glory. Will it please you Enter that Closet, where I shall confer 'bout matters of most weighty consequence, Before the Duel. Now I am right in the bandoleer for th' gallows. What a scurvy fashion 'tis, to hang one's coffin in a scarf? Why this is well: And now that I have made you fit for death, And brought you even as low as is the grave, I will raise you up again speak comforts to you Beyond your hopes, turn this intended Duel To a triumph. More Divinity yet? Good sir, do one thing first, there's in my Closet A Prayer book that is covered with guilt velum, Fetch it, and pray you certify my mother, I'll presently come to her. So now you are safe. What have you done? Why I have locked them up Into a Turret of the Castle safe enough, For troubling us this four hours; and he please, He may open a Casement, and whistle out toth' Sea, Like a Boson, not any creature can hear him. Wast not thou a weary of his preaching? Yes, if he had had an hourglass by him, I would have wished him he would have jogged it a little. But your mother, your mother's locked in to. So much the better, I am rid of her howling at parting. Hark, he knocks to be let out and he were mad. Let him knock till his Sandals fly in pieces.
nodes 2852–2918 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 43 of 45 in this edition
Length
486 words · 621 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.844 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O, I tremble for you: For I doe know you haue a storme within you, More terrible then a Sea-fight, and your soule Being heretofore drown'd in securitie, You know not how to liue, nor how to dye: But I haue an obiect that shall startle you, And make you know whither you are going. I am arm'd for't. Tis very welcome, this is a decent garment Will neuer be out of fashion. I will kisse it. All the Flowers of the Spring, Meet to perfume our burying: These haue but their growing prime, And man does slourish but his time. Suruey our progresse from our birth, We are set, we grow, we turne to earth. Courts adieu, and all delights, All bewitching appetites; Sweetest Breath, and clearest eye, Like perfumes goe out and dye; And consequently this is done, As shadowes wait vpon the Sunne. Vaine the ambition of Kings, Who seeke by trophies and dead things, To leaue a liuing name behind And weaue but nets to catch the wind: O you haue wrought a myracle, and melted A heart of Adamant, you haue compris'd In this dumbe Pageant, a right excellent forme Of penitence. I am glad you so receiue it. This obiect does perswade me to forgiue The wrong she has don me, which I count the way To be forgiuen yonder: and this Shrowd Shewes me how rankly we doe smel of earth, When we are in all our glory. Will it please you Enter that Closet, where I shall confer Bout matters of most waightie consequence, Before the Duell. Now I am right in the Bandileere for th' gallows. What a scuruy fashion tis, to hang ones coffin in a scarfe? Why this is well: And now that I haue made you fit for death, And brought you euen as low as is the graue, I will raise you vp agen speake comforts to you Beyond your hopes, turne this intended Duell To a triumph. More Diuinitie yet? Good sir, doe one thing first, there's in my Closet A Prayer booke that is couer'd with guilt Vellom, Fetch it, and pray you certifie my mother, Ile presently come to her. So now you are safe. What haue you done? Why I haue lockt them vp Into a Turret of the Castle safe enough, For troubling vs this foure houres; and he please, He may open a Casement, and whistle out to'th Sea, Like a Boson, not any creature can heare him. Wast not thou a weary of his preaching? Yes, if he had had an houre-glasse by him, I would haue wisht him he would haue ioggd it a little. But your mother, your mother's lockt in to. So much the better, I am rid of her howling at parting. Harke, he knocks to be let out and he were mad. Let him knocke till his Sandals flie in pieces.