Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
O gods ge I think, my bewnes will in zonder, If ich get home by gis, ittes a wonder: Farewell Rusticus, for by gis ich chaull, When I meet the again, bezwinge the vorall. Nay letes be friends, and Ihill in good part, Of brown ale at my house, give the a whole whart: What hodge shake hands, mon be merey and laugh, By gods ge iche had not, the best end of the staff. Ch'm content neighbour Rusticus, shall be e'en so, Come to they house, I pray the let us go. To call to mind the crabbed rage of mother's ill attempt Provokes me now all pity quite, from me to be exempt. Yet lo dame nature tells me that, I must with willing mind For give the fault and to pity, some what to be inclined. But lo beholdth advlltresdame, on hourdome morder vill Hath heaped up not contented, her spousal bed to fill: With foreign love but sought also, my fatal thread to share As erst before my father's fill, in sunder she did pare. O pattern love why do thou so, of pity me request, Sith thou to me wast quite denied, my mother being priest: When tender years this corpse of mine, did hold alas for woe When friend my mother should have been than was she chief my foe Oh gods therefore sith you be just, unto whose pour & will, All thing in heaven, and earth also? obey and serve until. Declare to me your gracious mind, shall I revenged be, Of good King Agamemnon's death, ye gods declare to me Or shall I let thee, adultresses dame, still wallow in her sin, Oh gods of war, gide me a right, when I shall war begin. war quoth he. I war in deed, and try it by the. sword, God save you sir, the gods to ye: have sent this kind of word That in the haste you armour take, your father's foes to slay And I as guide with you shall go, to guide you on the way. By me thy mind there wrathful doom, shallbe performed in deed Therefore Horestes mark me well, & forward do proceed. For to revenge thy father's death, for this they all have meant Which thing for to demonstrat lo, to the they have sent me. are you good sir, the messenger of gods as you do say Will they in revenging this wrong, I make not long delay. What need you doubt, I was in heaven, when all the gods did gre That you of Agamemnon's death, for sooth revenged should be, Tout tout, put of that childish love, couldst thou with a good will Contented be? that one should so, they father seem to kill? Why wail'st thou man, leave of I say, pluck courage unto thee. This lamentation sone shall fade, if thou embracedest me. What is thy name may I inquire? O sacred wight I pray Declare to me & with this fear, do not my heart dismay.
nodes 160–205 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 24 in this edition
Length
507 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.800 (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)
O godes ge I thincke, my bewnes will in zonder, Yf ich get home by gis, ittes a wounder: Farwell Ruſticus, for by gis ich chaull, When I mete the againe, bezwinge the vorall. Naye letes be frendes, and chyll in good part, Of browne ale at my houſe, giue the a whole whart: What hodge ſhake hondes, mon be merey and lauffe, By godes ge iche had not, the beſt end of the ſtaffe. Cham content naybor Ruſticus, ſhaull be ene ſo, Come to they houſe, I praye the let vs go. To caull to minde the crabyd rage of mothers yll attempt Prouokes me now all pyttie quight, from me to be exempt. Yet lo dame nature teles me that, I muſt with willing mind For giue the faute and to pytie, ſome what to be inclynd. But lo be hould thad vlltres dame, on hourdome morder vill Hath heaped vp not contented, her ſponſaule bed to fyll: With forrayne loue but ſought alſo, my fatal thred to ſhare As erſt before my fathers fyll, in ſonder ſhe dyd pare. O paterne loue why douſte thou ſo, of pytey me requeſt, Syth thou to me waſt quight denyed, my mother being preſt: When tender yeres this corps of mine, did hould alas for wo Whē frend my mother ſhuld haue bin thē was ſhe chefe myfo Oh godes therfore ſith you be iuſt, vnto whoſe poure & wyll, All thing in heauen, and earth alſo? obaye and ſarue vntyll. Declare to me your gracious mind, ſhall I reuenged be, Of good Kynge Agamemnones death, ye godes declare to me Or ſhall I let the, adulltres dame, ſtyll wallow in her ſin, Oh godes of war, gide me a right, when I ſhall war begyn. Warre quoth he. I war in dede, and trye it by the. ſworde, God ſaue you ſyr, the godes to ye: haue ſent this kind of word That in the haſt you armour take, your fathers foſe to ſlaye And I as gyde with you ſhall go, to gyde you on the way. By me thy mind ther wrathfuldome, ſhalbe performd in dede Therfore Horeſtes marke me well, & forward do procede. For to reueng thy fathers death, for this they all haue ment Which thing for to demonſtrat lo, to the they haue ſent me. Ar you good ſyr, the meſſenger of godes as you do ſaye Wil they in reuenging this wrong, I make not long delay. What nede you dout, I was in heauen, whē al ye gods did gre That you of Agamemnons death, for ſouth reuengid ſhould be, Tout tout, put of that childiſh loue, couldſt thou wt a good wil Contentyd be? that one ſhould ſo, they father ſeme to kyll? Why waylſt yu man, leaue of I ſay, plucke corrage vnto the. This lamentation ſone ſhall fade, if thou imbraſydeſt me. What is they name may I in quear? O ſacrid wight I pray Declare to me & with this feare, do not my hart diſmaye.