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 0.83 · 479 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Now my revenge is perfect: sink (thou main cause Of my undoing) the last part of my life, Hath done me best service. Give me some wet hay, I am broken winded, I do account this world but a dog-kennel: I will vault credit, and affect high pleasures, Beyond death. He seems to come to himself, now he's so near the bottom. My sister, oh! my sister, there's the cause on't. " Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, Like Diamonds, we are cut with our own dust. Thou hast thy payment too. Yes, I hold my weary soul, in my teeth, 'Tis ready to part from me: I do glory That thou, which stood'st like a huge pyramid Begun upon a large, and ample base, Shalt end in a little point a kind of nothing. How now (my Lord?) Oh sad disaster. How comes this? Revenge, for the Duchess of Malfi, murdered By th'Aragonian brethren: for Antonio, Slain by his hand: for lustful Iulia, Poisoned by this man: and lastly, for myself, (That was an Actor in the main of all, Much 'gainst mine own good nature, yet i'th' end Neglected.) How now (my Lord?) Look to my brother: He gave us these large wounds, as we were struggling Here i'th' rushes: And now, I pray, let me Be laid by, and never thought of. How fatally (it seems) he did withstand, His own rescue? Thou wretched thing of blood, How came Antonio by his death? In a mist: I know not how, Such a mistake, as I have often seen In a play: Oh, I am gone, We are only like dead walls, or vaulted graves, That ruined, yields no echo: Fare you well, It may be pain: but no harm to me to die, In so good a quarrel: Oh this gloomy world, In what a shadow, or deep pit of darkness, Doth (womanish, and fearful) mankind live? Let worthy minds, ne'er stagger in distrust To suffer death, or shame for what is just, Mine is another voyage. The noble Delio, as I came to th'palace, Told me of Antonio's being here, and showed me A pretty gentlemen his son and heir. Oh Sir, you come to late. I heard so, and Was armed for't ere I came: Let us make noble use Of this great ruin; and join all our force To establish this young hopeful Gentleman In's mother's right. These wretched eminent things Leave no more fame behind 'em, then should one Fall in a frost, and leave his print in snow, As soon as the sun shines, it ever melts, Both form, and matter: I have ever thought Nature doth nothing so great, for great men, As when she's pleased, to make them Lords of truth: " Integrity of life, is fame's best friend, Which nobly (beyond Death) shall crown the end.
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 3289–3353 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 47 of 47 in this edition
Length
479 words · 652 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.832 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Now my reuenge is perfect: sinke (thou maine cause Of my vndoing) the last part of my life, Hath done me best seruice. Giue me some wet hay, I am broken winded, I do account this world but a dog-kennell: I will vault credit, and affect high pleasures, Beyond death. He seemes to come to himselfe, now he's so neere the bottom▪ My sister, oh! my sister, there's the cause on't. " Whether we fall by ambition, blood, or lust, " Like Diamonds, we are cut with our owne dust. Thou hast thy payment too. Yes, I hold my weary soule, in my teeth, 'Tis ready to part from me: I do glory That thou, which stood'st like a huge Piramid Begun vpon a large, and ample base, Shalt end in a little point a kind of nothing. How now (my Lord?) Oh sad disastre. How comes this? Reuenge, for the Duchesse of Malfy, murdered By th'Aragonian brethren: for Antonio, Slaine by his hand: for lustfull Iulia, Poyson'd by this man: and lastly, for my selfe, (That was an Actor in the maine of all, Much 'gainst mine owne good nature, yet i'th'end Neglected.) How now (my Lord?) Looke to my brother: He gaue vs these large wounds, as we were strugling Here i'th' rushes: And now, I pray, let me Be layd by, and neuer thought of. How fatally (it seemes) he did withstand, His owne rescew? Thou wretched thing of blood, How came Antonio by his death? In a mist: I know not how, Such a mistake, as I haue often seene In a play: Oh, I am gone, We are onely like dead wals, or vaulted graues, That ruin'd, yeildes no eccho: Fare you well, It may be paine: but no harme to me to die, In so good a quarrell: Oh this gloomy world, In what a shadow, or deepe pit of darknesse, Doth (womanish, and fearefull) mankind liue? Let worthy mindes, nere stagge in distrust To suffer death, or shame for what is iust, Mine is an other voyage. The noble Delio, as I came to th'Pallace, Told me of Antonio's being here, and shew'd me A pritty gentlemen his sonne and heire. Oh Sir, you come to late. I heard so, and Was arm'd for't ere I came: Let vs make noble vse Of this great ruine; and ioyne all our force To establish this yong hopefull Gentleman In's mothers right. These wretched eminent things Leaue no more fame behind 'em, then should one Fall in a frost, and leaue his print in snow, As soone as the sun shines, it euer melts, Both forme, and matter: I haue euer thought Nature doth nothing so great, for great men, As when she's pleas'd, to make them Lords of truth: "Integrity of life, is fames best friend, Which noblely (beyond Death) shall crowne the end.