Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.85 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
At his pleasure: Take hence the lights: he's come. Where are you? Here sir: This darkness suits you well. I would ask you pardon: You have it; For I account it, the honourabl'st revenge Where I may kill, to pardon: where are your cubs? Whom? Call them your children; For though our national law, distinguish Bastards From true legitimate issue: compassionate nature Makes them all equal. Do you visit me for this? You violate a Sacrament o'th' Church Shall make you howl in hell for't. It had been well, Could you have lived thus always: for indeed You were too much i'th' light: But no more, I come to seal my peace with you: here's a hand, To which you have vowed much love: the Ring upon't You gave. I affectionately kiss it: Pray do: and bury the print of it in your heart: I will leave this Ring with you, for a Love-token: And the hand, as sure as the ring: and do not doubt But you shall have the heart too: when you need a friend Send it to him, that owed it: you shall see Whether he can aid you. You are very cold. I fear you are not well after your travel: Hah? lights: oh horrible: Let her have lights enough What witchcraft doth he practise, that he hath left A deadman's hand here? Looke you: here's the peece, from which 'twas t'e; He doth present you this sad spectacle, That now you know directly they are dead, Hereafter you may (wisely) cease to grieve For that which cannot be recovered. There is not between heaven, and earth one wish I stay for after this: it wastes me more, Than were't my picture, fashioned out of wax, Stuck with a magical needle, and then buried In some foul dunghill: and yond's an excellent property For a tyrant, which I would account mercy, What's that? If they would bind me to that lifeless trunk, And let me freeze to death. Come, you must live. That's the greatest torture souls feel in hell, In hell: that they must live, and cannot die: Portia, I'll new kindle thy Coals again, And revive the rare, and almost dead example Of a loving wife. O fie: despair? remember You are a Christian. The Church enjoins fasting: I'll starve myself to death. Leave this vain sorrow; Things being at the worst, begin to mend: The Bee when he hath shot his sting into your hand May then play with your eyelid. Good comfortable fellow Persuade a wretch that's broke upon the wheel To have all his bones new set: entreat him live, To be executed again: who must dispatch me? I account this world a tedious Theatre, For I do play a part in't 'gainst my will. Come, be of comfort, I will save your life. Indeed I have not leisure to tend so small a business. Now, by my life, I pity you.
Blackfriars;Globe;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 858 · TCP A14872 · DEEP 714
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1989–2061 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 47 in this edition
Length
492 words · 653 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.853 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
At his pleasure: Take hence the lights: he's come. Where are you? Here sir: This darkenes suites you well. I would aske you pardon: You have it; For I account it, the honorabl'st reuenge Where I may kill, to pardon: where are your Cubbs? Whom? Call them your children; For though our nationall law, distinguish Bastards From true legitimate issue: compassionate nature Makes them all equall. Doe you visit me for this? You violate a Sacrament o'th' Church Shall make you howle in hell for't. It had bin well, Could you haue liu'd thus alwayes: for indeed You were too much i'th' light: But no more, I come to seale my peace with you: here's a hand, To which you haue vow'd much loue: the Ring vpon't You gaue. I affectionately kisse it: 'Pray doe: and bury the print of it in your heart: I will leaue this Ring with you, for a Loue-token: And the hand, as sure as the ring: and doe not doubt But you shall haue the heart too: when you need a friend Send it to him, that ow'de it: you shall see Whether he can ayd you. You are very cold. I feare you are not well after your trauell: Hah? lights: oh horrible: Let her haue lights enough What witch-craft doth he practise, that he hath left A dead-mans hand here? Looke you: here's the peece, from which 'twas t'e; He doth present you this sad spectacle, That now you know directly they are dead, Hereafter you may (wisely) cease to grieue For that which cannot be recouered. There is not betweene heauen, and earth one wish I stay for after this: it wastes me more, Then were't my picture, fashion'd out of wax, Stucke with a magicall needle, and then buried In some fowle dung-hill: and yond's an excellent property For a tyrant, which I would account mercy, What's that? If they would bind me to that liueles truncke, And let me freeze to death. Come, you must liue. That's the greatest torture soules feele in hell, In hell: that they must liue, and cannot die: Portia, I'll new kindle thy Coales againe, And reuiue the rare, and almost dead example Of a louing wife. O sye: despaire? remember You are a Christian. The Church enioynes fasting: I'll starue my selfe to death. Leaue this vaine sorrow; Things being at the worst, begin to mend: The Bee when he hath shot his sting into your hand May then play with your eye-lyd. Good comfortable fellow Perswade a wretch that's broke vpon the wheele To haue all his bones new set: entreate him liue, To be executed againe: who must dispatch me? I account this world a tedious Theatre, For I doe play a part in't 'gainst my will. Come, be of comfort, I will saue your life. Indeed I haue not leysure to tend so small a busines. Now, by my life, I pitty you.