Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
No nought at all oh nature can, my purpose now withstand, Shall I for give my father's death, my heart can not agree My father slain in such a sort, and unrevenged to be. Consider first horestes mine, what pain for the she took, And of my father's death again, o Nature do thou look. I do confess a wicked fact, it was this is most plain, Not with standing from mother's blood, thou must thy hands refrain Canst thou a lack unhappy wight, consent revenged to be, On her whose paps before this time, hath given foud to the In whom I nature for mid thee, as best I thought it good, Oh now requite her for her pain, withdraw thy hands from blood Who offendeth the love of god, & eke man's love with willing heart Must by the love have punishment, as duty due for his desert For me therefore to punish hear as law of gods & man doth will Is not a crime though that I do, as thou dost say my mother kill The cruel beasts that range in fields whose jaws to blood are whet Do not consent their mother's paunch, in cruel wise to eat The tiger fierce doth not desire, the ruin of his kind, And shall dame nature now in thee, such tyranny once find: As not the cruel beasts vouchsafe, to do in any case, Leave now I say Horestes mine, & to my words give place. Lest that of men this fact of thine, may judged for to be: Ne law in sooth, ne justices eke, but cruel tyranny. Pythagoras doth think it lo, no tyranny to be, When that justice is ministered, as law and gods decree. If that the law doth her condemn, as worthy death to have, Oh nature wouldst thou will that I, her life should seem to save? To save her life whom law doth slay, is not justice to do, Therefore I say I will not yield, they hests to come unto. If nature cannot bridle thee, remember the decay, Of those which heretofore in sooth, their parents sought to slay oedippus fate, call thou to mind, that slew his father so, And eke remember now what fame, of him a broad doth go. what fame doth blow I force not I, ne yet what fame I have For this is true that blood for blood, my father's death doth crave And law of gods, & law of man, doth eke request the same. Therefore oh nature seize to pray, I force not of my name. For to lament this heavy fate, I cannot other do. A lack a lack that once my child, should now consent unto: His mother's death wherefore farewell, I can no longer stay. Farewell dame Nature to my men. I straight will take my way To see this monster let us go, for I suppose it time, Where is Horestes why stays he: the truth to me define:
nodes 408–450 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 24 in this edition
Length
501 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.811 (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)
No nought at all oh nature can, my purpoſe now withſtand, Shall I for giue my fathers death, my hart can not agre My father ſlayne in ſuch a ſorte, and vnreuengyd to be. Conſider firſt horeſtes myne, what payne for the ſhe toke, And of my fathers death againe, o Nature do thou louke. I do confeſſe awycked facte, it was this is moſt playne, Not wtſtandīg frō mothers bloud, thou muſt thy hāds refrain Canſt thou a lacke vnhappey wight, conſent reuenged to be, On her whoſe pappes before this time, hath giuen foud to the In whom I nature for myd the, as beſt I thought it good, Oh now requight her for her pain, wtdraw thy hāds frō bloud Who offendith ye loue of god, & eke mans loue wt willing hart Muſt by ye loue haue punniſhment, as dutey due for his deſart For me therfor to pūniſh hear as law of gods & mā doth wil Is not a crime though yt I do, as thou doſt ſaie my mother kil The cruel beaſts ye raūg in feldes whoſe iauſe to blod ar whet Do not conſent their mothers paunch, in cruell wiſe to eate The tyger fierſe doth not deſiare, the ruine of his kinde, And ſhall dame nature now in the, ſuch tyraney once finde▪ As not the cruell beſtes voutſafe, to do in aney caſe, Leue now I ſay Horeſtes myne, & to my wordes giue place. Leſt that of men this facte af thine, may iudged for to be: Ne lawe in ſouth, ne iuſtys eke, but cruell tyraney. Pythagoras doth thincke it lo, no tyraney to be, When that iuſtyſe is myneſtyd, as lawe and godes decrée. If that the law doth her condemne, as worthy death to haue, Oh nature woulſt thou wil yt I, her life ſhould ſeme to ſaue? To ſaue her lyfe whom law doth ſlay, is not iuſtiſe to do, Therefore I ſaye I wyll not yeld, they heſtes to com vnto. Yf nature cannot brydell the, remember the decaye, Of thoſe which hereto fore in ſouth, their parēts ſought to ſlay oedippus fate, caull thou to minde, that ſlew his father ſo, And eke remember now what fame, of him a brode doth go. what fame doth blowe I forſe not I, ne yet what fame I haue For this is true yt bloud for bloud, my fathers deth doth craue And lawe of godes, & lawe of man, doth eke requeſt ye ſame. Therefore oh nature ſeaſe to praye, I forſe not of my name. For to lament this heauey fate, I cannot other do. A lacke a lacke that once my chyld, ſhould now conſent vnto: His mothers death wherefore farewell, I can no longer ſtey. Farwel dame Nature to my men. I ſtraight wil take my way To ſe this monſter let vs go, for I ſuppoſe it tyme, Where is Horeſtes why ſteaſe he: the truth to me define: