Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Interlude of Vice (Orestes) · chunk 6 of 24

Pickering, John · published 1567 · first performed or written 1567 (Annals)
tragedy
T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.71 · 504 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.

Tout let him alone now, we may in good sooth, I was not so lusty, my purpose to get: But now of my honesty, I tell you of truth, In revenging the wrong, his mind he hath set? It is not Idumeus that hath pour to let. Horestes fro seeking his mother to kill, Tout let him alone, he'll have his own will. Sith that your grace hath willed me, this my desire to show, Oh gracious king this thing it is, I let your grace to know That long I have request to view, my father's kingly place, And eke for to revenge the wrong done to my father's grace, Is mine intent wherefore o king, grant that without delay, My heritage and honour eke, achieve again I may. stay their a while Horestes mine, till council do decree? The thing that shall unto your state, most honorable be. My counciler how do you think, let us your council have, How think you by this thing that which Horestes now doth crave As I do think my sovereign lord, it should be nothing ill, A Prince for to revenged be, on those which so did kill. His fathers: grace but rather shall, it be a fear to those, That to the like at any time, their cruel minds dispose: And also as I think it shall, an honor be to ye, To adjuvate and help him with, some men revenged to be. This do I think most fittest for, your state and his also, Do as you list seethe that your grace, my mind herein doth know. Sith council thinks it fit in dead, revenged for to be, That you Horestes in good sooth, for to revenge I 'gree. And also to maintain your war, I grant you with good will, A thousand men of stomach bold, your enemy to kill. Take them forth with, & forward go, let slip no time ne tyd. For chance to leisure to be bound, I tell you can not bid Go therefore straight provide your men & like a manly knight In place of stover put forth thyself, assay with all thy might. To win the fame, for glory none, it chambering doth rest Mark what I say to get thy men, I take it for they best. Come on Horestes sith thou hast, obtained thy desire. Tout tout man, seek to destroy, as doth the flaming fire? Whose property thou know'st doth grow, as long as any thing Is left where by the same may seem, some succour for to bring. I thank your grace I shall sequest your gracious mind herein. See see I pray you how he joys, that he must war begin. My council now declare to me, how think you by this wight Doth not he seem in sooth to be, in time a manley knight. By all the gods I think in sooth, a man may easily know, Whose son he was, so right he doth his father's steps follow
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Interlude of Vice (Orestes)
AuthorPickering, John
Publication year (edition)1567
First performance / composition (Annals)1567
First performance (BritDrama)1567 [1559-1567]
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 85 · TCP A09651 · DEEP 74
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 250–294 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 24 in this edition
Length504 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T1 — Death, grief and revenge cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.705 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 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)
Tout let him alone now, we may in good ſouth, I was not ſo luſtey, my pourpoſe to get: But now of my honeſtey, I tell you of truth, In reuenging the wronge, his mynd he hath ſet? It is not Idumeus that hath poure to let. Horeſtes fro ſekinge his mother to kyll, Tout let hym alone, hele haue his owne wyll. Sith that your grace hath willed me, this my defiar to ſhow, Oh gratious king this thing it is, I let your grace to know That long I haue requeſt to vew, my fathers kingley place, And eke for to reuenge the wrong done to my fathers grace, Is myne intent wherefore o king, graunt that wtout delaye, My earytage and honor eke, atchyue agayne I maye. Stey their a whyle Horeſtes mine, tyll councell do decrée? The thing that ſhall vnto your ſtate, moſt honorabell bée. My counciler how do you thinke, let vs your councell haue, How think you by this thīg yt which Horeſtes now doth craue As I do thinke my ſolerayne lord, it ſhould be nothing ill, A Prynce for to reuenged be, on thoſe which ſo dyd kyll. His fathers: grace but rather ſhall, it be a feare to thoſe, That to the lyke at anye time, their cruell mindes diſpoſe▪ And alſo as I thinke it ſhall, an honer be to ye, To adiuuate and helpe him with, ſome men reuenged to be. This do I thinke moſt fytteſt for, your ſtate and his alſo, Do as you lyſt ſieth that your grace, my mind herin doth kno. Sith Councell thinkes it fyt in ded, reuenged for to be, That you Horeſtes in good ſouth, for to reuenge I grée. And alſo to mayntaine your war, I graunt you wt good will, A thouſand men of ſtomake bolde, your enimiſe to kyll. Take them forth with, & forward go, let ſlyp no time ne tyd. For chaunce to leaſure to be bound, I tell you can not byd Go therfore ſtraight prouide your men & like a manly knight In place of ſtouer put forth thy ſelfe, aſſay wt all thy might. To win the fame, for glorey none, it chambering doth reſt Marke what I ſaye to get thy men, I take it for they beſt. Com on Horeſtes ſith thou haſt, obtayned thy deſier. Tout tout man, ſeke to dyſtroye, as doth the flaming fier? Whoſe properte thou knoeſt doth gro, as long as any thing Is left wher by the ſame may ſeme, ſom ſuckcor for to bring. I thanke your grace I ſhal ſequeſt your gratius mind herin. Se ſe I praye you how he ioyſe, that he muſt war begin. My councell now declare to me, how think you by this wight Doth not he ſeme in ſouth to be, in tyme a manley knight. By all the godes I thinke in ſouth, a man may eaſeley kno, Whoſe ſon he was, ſo right he doth his fathers ſteppes follow