Webster, John · published 1623 · first performed or written 1614 [1612-1614; revised 1617-23(?)] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.84 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I will die with her. I Praythee look thou giv'st my little boy Some syrup, for his cold, and let the girl Say her prayers, ere she sleep. Now what you please, What death? Strangling, here are your Executioners. I forgive them: The apoplexy, catarrh, or cough o'th' lungs, Would do as much as they do. Doth not death fright you? Who would be afraid on't? Knowing to meet such excellent company In th'other world. Yet, methinks, The manner of your death should much afflict you, This cord should terrify you? Not a whit, What would it pleasure me, to have my throat cut With diamonds? or to be smothered With Cassia? or to be shot to death, with pearls? I know death hath ten thousand several doors For men to take their Exits: and 'tis found They go on such strange geometrical hinges, You may open them both ways: any way, (for heaven's sake) So I were out of your whispering: Tell my brothers, That I perceive death, (now I am well a wake) Best gift is, they can give, or I can take, I would fain put off my last woman's-fault, I'd not be tedious to you. We are ready. Dispose my breath, how please you, but my body Bestow upon my women, will you? Yes. Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength, Most pull down heaven upon me: Yet stay, heaven gates are not so highly arched As PRINCE's palaces, they that enter there Must go upon their knees: Come violent death, Serve for Mandragora, to make me sleep; Go tell my brothers, when I am laid out, They then may feed in quiet. Where's the waiting woman? Fetch her: Some other strangle the children: Look you, there sleeps your mistress. Oh you are damned Perpetually for this: My turn is next, Is't not so ordered? Yes, and I am glad You are so well prepared for't. You are deceived Sir, I am not prepared for't, I will not die, I will first come to my answer; and know How I have offended. Come, dispatch her: You kept her counsel, now you shall keep ours. I will not die, I must not, I am contracted To a young Gentleman. Here's your wedding Ring. Let me but speak with the Duke: I'll discover Treason to his person. Delays: throttle-her. She bites: and scratches: If you kill me now I am damned: I have not been at Confession This two years: When. I am quick with child. Why then, Your credit's saved: bear her in toth' next room: Let this lie still. Is she dead? she is what You'd have her: But here begin your pity, Alas, how have these offended? The death Of young wolves, is never to be pitied. Fix your eye here: Constantly. Do you not weep? Other sins, only speak; Murder shrieks out: The Element of water, moistens the Earth, But blood flies upwards, and bedews the Heavens.
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 2334–2415 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 47 in this edition
Length
494 words · 682 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.842 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I will die with her. I pray-thee looke thou giu'st my little boy Some sirrop, for his cold, and let the girle Say her prayers, ere she sleepe. Now what you please, What death? Strangling, here are your Executioners. I forgiue them: The apoplexie, cathar, or cough o'th'loongs, Would do as much as they do. Doth not death fright you? Who would be afraid on't? Knowing to meete such excellent company In th'other world. Yet, me thinkes, The manner of your death should much afflict you, This cord should terrifie you? Not a whit, What would it pleasure me, to haue my throate cut With diamonds? or to be smothered With Cssia? or to be shot to death, with pearles? I know death hath ten thousand seuerall doores For men to take their Exits: and 'tis found They go on such strange geometricall hinges, You may open them both wayes: any way, (for heauen sake) So I were out of your whispering: Tell my bothers, That I erceiue death, (now I am well a wake) Best guift is, they can giue, or I can take, I would faine put off my last womans-fault, Il'd not be tedious to you. We are ready. Dispose my breath, how please you, but my body Bestow vpon my women, will you? Yes. Pull, and pull strongly, for your able strength, Most pull downe heauen vpon me: Yet stay, heauen gates are not so highly arch'd As Princes pallaces, they that enter there Must go vpon their knees: Come violent death, Serue for Mandragora, to make me sleepe; Go tell my brothers, when I am laid out, They then may feede in quiet. Where's the waiting woman? Fetch her: Some other strangle the children: Looke you, there sleepes your mistris. Oh you are damn'd Perpetually for this: My turne is next, Is't not so ordered? Yes, and I am glad You are so well prepar'd for't. You are deceiu'd Sir, I am not prepar'd for't, I will not die, I will first come to my answere; and know How I haue offended. Come, dispatch her: You kept her counsell, now you shall keepe ours. I will not die, I must not, I am contracted To a young Gentle-man. Here's your wedding Ring. Let me but speake with the Duke: I'll discouer Treason to his person. Delayes: throttle-her. She bites: and scratches: If you kill me now I am damn'd: I haue not bin at Confession This two yeeres: When. I am quicke with child. Why then, Your credit's sau'd: beare her in toth' next roome: Let this lie still. Is she dead? Shee is what You'll'd haue her: But here begin your pitty, Alas, how haue these offended? The death Of young Wolffes, is neuer to be pittied. Fix your eye here: Constantly. Doe you not weepe? Other sinnes, onely speake; Murther shreikes out: The Element of water, moistens the Earth, But blood flies vpwards, and bedewes the Heauens.