Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
What hoa? Peace here; Grace, and good company. Who's there? Come in, the wish deserves a welcome. Dear sir, ere long I'll visit you again. Most holie Sir; I thank you. My business is a word or two with Claudio. And very welcome: look Signior, here's your sister. Provost, a word with you. As many as you please. Bring them to hear me speak, where I may be concealed. Now sister, what's the comfort? Why, As all comforts are: most good, most good indeed, Lord Angelo having affairs to heaven Intends you for his swift Ambassador, Where you shall be an everlasting Leaguer; Therefore your best appointment make with speed, To Morrow you set on. Is there no remedy? None, but such remedy, as to save a head To cleave a heart in twain: But is there any? Yes brother, you may live; There is a devilish mercy in the judge, If you'll implore it, that will free your life, But fetter you till death. Perpetual durance? I just, perpetual durance, a restraint Through all the world's vastiditie you had To a determined scope. But in what nature? In such a one, as you consenting too't, Would bark your honour from that trunk you bear, And leave you naked. Let me know the point. Oh, I do fear thee Claudio, and I quake, Lest thou a feavorous life shouldst entertain, And six or seven winters more respect Than a perpetual Honor. Darest thou die? The sense of death is most in apprehension, And the poor Beetle that we tread upon In corporal sufferance, finds a pang as great. As when a Giant dies. Why give you me this shame? Think you I can a resolution fetch From flowery tenderness? If I must die, I will encounter darkness as a bride, And hug it in mine arms. There spoke my brother: there my father's grave Did utter forth a voice. Yes, thou must die: Thou art too noble to conserve a life In base appliances. This outward sainted Deputy, Whose settled visagn, and deliberate word Nips youth i' th' head, and follies doth enew As Falcon doth the Fowl, is yet a devil: His filth within being cast, he would appear A pond, as deep as hell. The prenzie, Angelo? Oh 'tis the cunning Livery of hell, The damnest body to invest, and cover In prenzie guards; dost thou think Claudio, If I would yield him my virginity Thou mightst be freed? Oh heavens, it cannot be. Yes, he would give't thee; from this rank offence So to offend him still. This night's the time That I should do what I abhor to name, Or else thou diest to morrow. Thou shalt not do't. O, were it but my life, I'd throw it down for your deliverance As frankly as a pin. Thanks dear Isabella. Be ready Claudio, for your death to morrow.
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Length
482 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.785 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What hoa? Peace heere; Grace, and good companie. Who's there? Come in, the wiſh deſerues a welcome. Deere ſir, ere long Ile viſit you againe. Moſt bolie Sir; I thanke you. My buſineſſe is a word or two with Claudio. And verie welcom: looke Signior, here's your ſiſter. Prouoſt, a word with you. As manie as you pleaſe. Bring them to heare me ſpeak, where I may be conceal'd. Now ſiſter, what's the comfort? Why, As all comforts are: moſt good, moſt good indeede, Lord Angelo hauing affaires to heauen Intends you for his ſwift Ambaſſador, Where you ſhall be an euerlaſting Leiger; Therefore your beſt appointment make with ſpeed, To Morrow you ſet on. Is there no remedie? None, but ſuch remedie, as to ſaue a head To cleaue a heart in twaine: But is there anie? Yes brother, you may liue; There is a diuelliſh mercie in the Iudge, If you'l implore it, that will free your life, But fetter you till death. Perpetuall durance? I iuſt, perpetuall durance, a reſtraint Through all the worlds vaſtiditie you had To a determin'd ſcope. But in what nature? In ſuch a one, as you conſenting too't, Would barke your honor from that trunke you beare, And leaue you naked. Let me know the point. Oh, I do feare thee Claudio, and I quake, Leaſt thou a feauorous life ſhouldſt entertaine, And ſix or ſeuen winters more reſpect Then a perpetuall Honor. Dar'ſt thou die? The ſence of death is moſt in apprehenſion, And the poore Beetle that we treade vpon In corporall ſufferance, finds a pang as great. As when a Giant dies. Why giue you me this ſhame? Thinke you I can a reſolution fetch From flowrie tenderneſſe? If I muſt die, I will encounter darkneſſe as a bride, And hugge it in mine armes. There ſpake my brother: there my fathers graue Did vtter forth a voice. Yes, thou muſt die: Thou art too noble to conſerue a life In baſe appliances. This outward ſainted Deputie, Whoſe ſetled viſagn, and deliberate word Nips youth i' th head, and follies doth new As Falcon doth the Fowle, is yet a diuell: His filth within being caſt, he would appeare A pond, as deepe as hell. The prenzie, Angelo? Oh 'tis the cunning Liuerie of hell, The damneſt bodie to inueſt, and couer In prenzie gardes; doſt thou thinke Claudio, If I would yeeld him my virginitie Thou might'ſt be freed? Oh heauens, it cannot be. Yes, he would giu't thee; from this rank offence So to offend him ſtill. This night's the time That I ſhould do what I abhorre to name, Or elſe thou dieſt to morrow. Thou ſhalt not do't. O, were it but my life, I'de throw it downe for your deliuerance As frankely as a pin. Thankes deere Iſabell. Be readie Claudio, for your death to morrow.