Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
The fatherless he pitied not, where as he ever went, ye agyd wight whose yeres before, their youthly poure had spent The maid whose parents at the siege, defending of their right Was slain, the same this tyrant hath oppressed through his might The wido that through foreign wars, was left now comfortless, He spared not, but them & theirs, he cruelly did distress. Wherefore sith that he thus hath wrought, as far as I can see, From Mycenae land we should provide, him exiled to be. Sith that you have accused me, I must my answer make, And here before these kings of Greece, this for my answer take O uncle that I never went, revengement for to do, On father's foes till by the gods, I was command there to. Whose hests no man dare once refuse, but willingly obey That I have slain her wilfully, untruly you do say. I did but that I could not choose, itis hard for me to kick, Sith gods command as on would say, in faith against the prick In that you say, I spared none, your grace full well may see, That little mercy they supposed, in sooth to show to me. whenas they bade me do my worst, requesting them to yield, It is no jest when soldiers join, to fight within a field. Thus I suppose sufficiently, I answered have to end, Your great complaint, the which you so, mightily did defend. In deed as Hermes doth declare, no man can once eschew, The judgement of god most just, that for his faults is due. And as god is most merciful, so is he just like wise. And will correct most severely those, that his hests dispysel As you good King Idumeus, have said so likewise I, Do think it true therefore as now, I do him here defy. That one dare say that he hath wrought, the thing that is not right Lo here my glove to him I give, in pledge with him to fight. I promise here to prove there by, Horestes nought did do, But that was just & that the gods, commanded him thereto, That he is king of Mycenae land, whoever do deny. I offer here my glove with him, therefore to live and die. If none there be will under take, his tyghfull to with say. Let us be friends unto him now, my Lords I do ye pray. It was the part of such a knight, revenged for to be, Should Horestes content himself, his father slain to see. No, no, a righteous fact I think, the same to be in deed, sith that it was accomplished so, as gods before decreed. In deed I must confess that I, revenged should have be, If that my father had been slain, with such great cruelty. But yet I would for nature's sake, have spared my mother's life O wretched man, o cruel beast, o mortal blade and knife.
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Length
497 words · 640 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.729 (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)
The fatherles he pyttyed not, where as he euer went, ye agyd wight whoſe yeres before, their youthly poure had ſpent The mayd whoſe parentes at the ſege, defending of their right Was ſlaine, ye ſame this tyrant hath opreſſyd through his might The wido yt through forrayne wars, was left now comfortles, He ſpared not, but them & theres, he cruelly dyd dyſtres. Wherfore ſith that he thus hath wrought, as far as I can ſée, From Mycoene land we ſhould prouid, him exylyd to be. Syth that you haue accuſyd me, I muſt my aunſwere make, And here before theſe kings of Grece, this for my aunſwer take O ounckel that I neuer went, reuengment for to do, On fathers foſe tyll by the godes, I was comaund there to. Whoſe heaſtes no man dare once refuſe, but wyllingly obaye That I haue ſlayne her wylfully, vntruely you do ſaye. I dyd but that I could not chuſe, ites hard for me to kycke, Syth gods commaund as on would ſay, in fayth againſt ye prick In that you ſay, I ſparyd none, your grace full well may ſe, That lyttell mercy they ſuppoſyd, in ſouth to ſhow to me. When as they bad me do my worſt, requeſting them to yeld, It is no ieſt when ſodyares ioyne, to fight within a felde. Thus I ſuppoſe ſufficiently, I aunſwerd haue to end, Your great complaynt, the which you ſo, mightely did defend. In dede as Hermes doth declare, no man can once eſtew, The iudgment of god moſt iuſt, that for his fautes is dew. And as god is moſt mercyfull, ſo is he iuſt lyke wyſe. And wyll correcte moſt ſuerley thoſe, that his heaſtes diſpyſel As you good Kyng Idumeus, haue ſayd ſo lykewiſe I, Do thinke it trew therefore as nowe, I do him here defye. That one dare ſay yt he hath wrought, ye thing yt is not right Lo here my gloue to him I giue, in pledge with him to fyght. I promys here to proue there by, Horeſtes nought dyd do, But that was iuſt & that the gods, commaundyd him there to▪ That he is kinge of Mycoene land, who euer do deney. I offer here my gloue with him, therfore to lyue and dye. Yf none therebe wyll vnder take, his tyghfull to with ſaye. Let vs be frendes vnto him nowe, my Lordes I doye praye. It was the parte of ſuch a knyght, reuengyd for to be, Should Horeſtes content him ſelfe, his father ſlayne to ſe. No, no, a ryghtuous facte I thinke, the ſame to be in dede, Syeth that it was accomplyſht ſo, as godes before decrede. In dede I muſt confeſſe that I, reuengyd ſhould haue be, If that my father had byn ſlayne, with ſuch great cruelte. But yet I would for natures ſake, haue ſpard my mothers lyfe O wretched man, o cruell beaſt, o mortall blade and knyfe.