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 0.75 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
The reason why I would not suffer these About my brother, is, because at midnight I may with better privacy, convey Julia's body, to her own Lodging: O, my Conscience! I would pray now: but the Devil takes away my heart For having any confidence in Prayer. About this hour, I appointed Bosola To fetch the body: when he hath served my turn, He dies. Hah? 'twas the cardinal's voice: I heard him name, Bosola, and my death: listen, I hear one's footing. Strangling is a very quiet death. Nay then I see, I must stand upon my Guard. What say' to that? whisper, softly: do you agree to't? So it must be done i'th' dark: the Cardinal Would not for a thousand pounds, the Doctor should see it. My death is plotted; here's the consequence of murder. " We value not desert, nor Christian breath, When we know black deeds, must be cured with death. Here stay Sir, and be confident, I pray: I'll fetch you a dark lantern. Could I take him at his prayers, There were hope of pardon. Fall right my sword: I'll not give thee so much leisure, as to pray. Oh, I am gone: Thou hast ended a long suit, In a minute. What art thou? A most wretched thing, That only have thy benefit in death, To appear myself. Where are you Sir? Very near my home: Bosola? Oh misfortune. Smother thy pity, thou art dead else: Antonio? The man I would have saved 'bove mine own life? We are merely the Stars tennis-balls (struck, and banded Which way please them) oh good Antonio, I'll whisper one thing in thy dying ear, Shall make thy heart break quickly: Thy fair Duchess And two sweet Children. Their very names Kindle a little life in me. Are murdered! Some men have wished to die. At the hearing of sad tidings: I am glad That I shall do't in sadness: I would not now Wish my wounds balmed, nor healed: for I have no use To put my life to: In all our Quest of Greatness; (Like wanton Boys, whose pastime is their care) We follow after bubbles, blown in th'air. Pleasure of life, what is't? only the good hours Of an Ague: merely a preparative to rest, To endure vexation: I do not ask The process of my death: only commend me To Delio. Break heart: And let my Son, fly the Courts of Princes, Thou seem'st to have loved Antonio? I brought him hither, To have reconciled him to the Cardinal. I do not ask thee that: Take him up, if thou tender thine own life, And bear him, where the Lady Iulia Was wont to lodge: Oh, my fate moves swift. I have this Cardinal, in the forge already, Now I'll bring him to th'hammer: (O direful misprision:) I will not Imitate things glorious, No more than base: I'll be mine own example. On, on: and look thou represent, for silence, The thing thou bear'st.
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 3140–3210 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 45 of 47 in this edition
Length
502 words · 679 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.754 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
The reason why I would not suffer these About my brother, is, because at midnight I may with better priuacy, conuay Iulias body, to her owne Lodging: O, my Conscience! I would pray now: but the Diuell takes away my heart For hauing any confidence in Praier. About this houre, I appointed Bosola To fetch the body: when he hath seru'd my turne, He dies. Hah? 'twas the Cardinalls voyce: I heard him name, Bosola, and my death: listen, I heare ones footing. Strangling is a very quiein death. Nay then I see, I must stand vpon my Guard. What say' to that? whisper, softly: doe you agree to't? So it must be done i'th' darke: the Cardinall Would not for a thousand pounds, the Doctor should see it. My death is plotted; here's the consequence of murther. "We value not desert, nor Christian breath, When we know blacke deedes, must be cur'de with death. Here stay Sir, and be confident, I pray: I'll fetch you a darke Lanthorne. Could I take him at his prayers, There were hope of pardon. Fall right my sword: I'll not giue thee so much leysure, as to pray. Oh, I am gone: Thou hast ended a long suit, In a mynut. What art thou? A most wretched thing, That onely haue thy benefit in death, To appeare my selfe. Where are you Sir? Very neere my home: Bosola? Oh misfortune. Smother thy pitty, thou art dead else: Antonio? The man I would haue sau'de 'boue mine owne life? We are meerely the Starres tennys-balls (strooke, and banded Which way please them) oh good Antonio, I'll whisper one thing in thy dying eare, Shall make thy heart breake quickly: Thy faire Dutchesse And two sweet Children. Their very names Kindle a litle life in me. Are murderd! Some men haue wish'd to die. At the hearing of sad tydings: I am glad That I shall do't in sadnes: I would not now Wish my wounds balm'de, nor heal'd: for I haue no vse To put my life to: In all our Quest of Greatnes; (Like wanton Boyes, whose pastime is their care) We follow after bubbles, blowne in th'ayre. Pleasure of life, what is't? onely the good houres Of an Ague: meerely a preparatiue to rest, To endure vexation: I doe not aske The processe of my death: onely commend me To Delio. Breake heart: And let my Sonne, flie the Courts of Princes, Thou seem'st to haue lou'd Antonio? I brought him hether, To haue reconcil'd him to the Cardinall. I doe not aske thee that: Take him vp, if thou tender thine owne life, And beare him, where the Lady Iulia Was wont to lodge: Oh, my fate moues swift. I haue this Cardinall, in the forge already, Now I'll bring him to th'hammer▪ (O direfull misprision:) I will not Imitate things glorious, No more then base: I'll be mine owne example. On, on: and looke thou represent, for silence, The thing thou bear'st.