Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I thank your grace and now of you, my leave I here do take Farewell my son Horestes I, thy parting ill shall take, Yet ere thou go let me embrace, the once I thee do pray, A lack alack that now from me, thou must needs part away Yet while thou art in present place, receive of me this kiss, Farewell good knight for now I shall, thy sweet embracings miss The sacred gods preserve and save, thy state oh king I pray, And send the health and after death, to rain with him for aye. Come on my men, let us depart, As please your grace with all our heart. Ah, ah, how, grievous is his parting now, my council unto me The Gods him bless & send him health, I pray them heartily. Woe worth the time the day and our, now may Horestes wail And Clytaemnestra may lament, that so she did assail. His father dear for now on blood, Horestes mind is set, And to revenge his father's death, sure nought their is can let. In voiding of a mischief small, they have wrought their decay For now nought else in Horestes, but sore revenge bears sway For to causes my sovereign lord, revengement ought to be, The on least others be infect, with that, that they shall see. Their princes do, the other is, that those that now be ill. May be revoked and may be taught, for to subdue their will, Plato a wise philosopher, did think it for to be, A princely fact whenas a King, shall punish seriously. Such persons as did train their life, to follow that was nought yt which their prīce at ani time, shal by mischaūce haue wroght Protegeus an evil king, a carrion likeness to, Which all the place about the same, to stink causeth to do. Therefore O king if that her fault, should unrevenged be, A thousand evils would ensue, their of your grace should see. Her fault is great and punishment, it is worthy for to have, For by that mean the good in sooth, from dangers may be safe For lo the universal school, of all the world we know, Is once the palace of a king, where vices chief do flow. And as to waters from on head, and fountain oft do spring, So vice and virtue oft do flo, from palace of a king. Whereby the people seeing that, the king addicted to be, To prosecute the like, they all do labour as we see. Therefore the gods have willed thus, Horestes for to take, His journey and a recompense, for fathers death to make. Sith gods have willled the same to be, good luck the gods him send Come on my council now from hence, we purpose for to wend ANd was it not a worthy sight, Of Venus' child king Priam's son: To steal from Greece a Lady bright, For whom the wares of Troy began. nought fearing danger that might fall. Lady lady. From Greece to Troy, he went with all, My dear Lady.
nodes 495–544 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 24 in this edition
Length
517 words · 671 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.719 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I thanke your grace and now of you, my leaue I here do take Farwell my ſonne Horeſtes I, thy partinge yll ſhall take, Yet eare thou go let me imbrace, the once I the do praye, A lacke alacke that now from me, thou muſt nedes part away Yet whyell thou art in preaſent place, receaue of me this kys, Farwell good knight for now I ſhal, thy ſwete imbraſings mys The ſacred godes preſarue and ſaue, thy ſtate oh king I pray, And ſend the helth and after death, to rayne with him for aye. Come on my men, let vs depart, As pleaſe your grace with all our hart. Ah, ah, how, greuous is his parting now, my councell vnto me The Godes him bles & ſend him helth, I pray them hartele. Wo worth the time the day and our, now may Horeſtes wayle And Clytemneſtra may lament, that ſo ſhe dyd aſſayle. His father deare for now on bloud, Horeſtes mind is ſet, And to reuenge his fathers death, ſure nought their is can let. In voyding of a miſchefe ſmal, they haue wrought their decay For now nought elles in Horeſtes, but ſore reueng bears ſway For to cauſes my ſoferayne lord, reuengment ought to be, The on leaſt others be in fecte, with that, that they ſhall ſe. Their princes do, the other is, that thoſe that now be yll. May be reuoked and may be taught, for to ſubdew their wyll, Plato a wyſe phyloſopher, dyd thinke it for to be, A Prynceley facte when as a King, ſhall punniſhe ſeriouſley. Such perſons as dyd trayne their lyfe, to follow yt was naught yt which their prīce at ani time, ſhal by miſchaūce haue wroght Protegeus an euell kinge, a carrayne lykenes to, Which all the place about the ſame, to ſtinke cauſeth to do. Therefore O king if that her faute, ſhould vnreuengyd be, A thouſand euylles would inſu, their of your grace ſhould ſe. Her faute is great and punnyſhment, it is worthy for to haue, For by that meane the good in ſouth, frō duūgers may be ſaufe For lo the vnyuerſaull ſcoll, of all the world we knowe, Is once the pallace of a kinge, where vyces chefe do flow. And as to waters from on head, and fountayne oft do ſpring, So vyce and vertue oft do flo, from pallace of a kinge. Whereby the people ſeing that, the kinge adycte to be, To proſecute the lyke, they all do labor as we ſe. Therfore the gods haue wylled thus, Horeſtes for to take, His iorney and a recompence, for fatheres death to make. Sith gods haue wild the ſame to be, good lucke ye gods him ſend Com on my councell now from hence, we purpoſe for to wend ANd was it not a worthy ſight, Of Venus childe kinge Priames ſonne: To ſteale from Grece a Ladye bryght, For whom the wares of Troye begon. Naught fearinge daunger that might faull. Lady ladie. From Grece to Troye, he went with all, My deare Lady.