Shakespeare, William / Middleton, Thomas · published 1623 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I do desire to learn sir: and I hope, if you have occasion to use me for your own turn, you shall find me ye are. For truly sir, for your kindness, I own you a good turn. Call hither Barnardine and Claudio: Th' one has my pity; not a jot the other, Being a Murderer, though he were my brother. Look, here's the Warrant Claudio, for thy death, 'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to morrow Thou must be made immortal. Where's Barnardine? As fast locked up in sleep, as guiltless labour, When it lies starkely in the travelers bones, He will not wake. Who can do good on him? Well, go, prepare yourself. But hark, what noise? Heaven give your spirits comfort: by, and by, I hope it is some pardon, or reprieve For the most gentle Claudio. Welcome Father. The best, and wholsomst spirits of the night, Inuellop you, good Provost: who called here of late? None since the Curphew rung. Not Isabella? No. They will then ere't be long. What comfort is for Claudio? There's some in hope. It is a bitter Deputy. Not so, not so: his life is paralleled Even with the stroke and line of his great justice: He doth with holy abstinence subdue That in himself, which he spurs on his power To qualify in others: were he mealed with that Which he corrects, than were he tirrannous, But this being so, he's just. Now are they come. This is a gentle Provost, seldom when The steeled Gaoler is the friend of men: How now? what noise? That spirit's possessed with haste, That wounds th' unsisting Postern with these strokes. There he must stay until the Officer Arise to let him in: he is called up. Have you no countermand for Claudio yet? But he must die to morrow? None Sir, none. As here the dawning Provost, as it is, You shall hear more ere Morning. Happily You something know: yet I believe there comes No countermand: no such example have we: Besides, upon the very siege of justice, Lord Angelo hath to the public ear Professed the contrary. This is his Lords man. And here comes Claudio's pardon. My Lord hath sent you this note, And by me this further charge; That you swerve not from the smallest Article of it, Neither in time, matter, or other circumstance. Good morrow: for as I take it, it is almost day. I shall obey him. This is his Pardon purchased by such sin, For which the Pardoner himself is in: Hence hath offence his quick celerity, When it is borne in high Authority. When Vice makes Mercy; mercy's so extended, That for the faults love, is th' offender friended. Now Sir, what news? I told you: Lord Angelo (belike) thinking me remiss In mine Office, awakens me With this unwonted putting on, methinks strangely: For he hath not used it before. Pray you let's hear.
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493 words · 682 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.777 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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I do deſire to learne ſir: and I hope, if you haue occaſion to vſe me for your owne turne, you ſhall finde me y' are. For truly ſir, for your kindneſſe, I owe you a good turne. Call hether Barnardine and Claudio: Th' one has my pitie; not a iot the other, Being a Murtherer, though he were my brother. Looke, here's the Warrant Claudio, for thy death, 'Tis now dead midnight, and by eight to morrow Thou muſt be made immortall. Where's Barnardine? As faſt lock'd vp in ſleepe, as guiltleſſe labour, When it lies ſtarkely in the Trauellers bones, He will not wake. Who can do good on him? Well, go, prepare your ſelfe. But harke, what noiſe? Heauen giue your ſpirits comfort: by, and by, I hope it is ſome pardon, or repreeue For the moſt gentle Claudio. Welcome Father. The beſt, and wholſomſt ſpirits of the night, Inuellop you, good Prouoſt: who call'd heere of late? None ſince the Curphew rung. Not Iſabell? No. They will then er't be long. What comfort is for Claudio? There's ſome in hope. It is a bitter Deputie. Not ſo, not ſo: his life is paralel'd Euen with the ſtroke and line of his great Iuſtice: He doth with holie abſtinence ſubdue That in himſelfe, which he ſpurres on his powre To qualifie in others: were he meal'd with that Which he corrects, then were he tirrannous, But this being ſo, he's iuſt. Now are they come. This is a gentle Prouoſt, ſildome when The ſteeled Gaoler is the friend of men: How now? what noiſe? That ſpirit's poſſeſt with haſt, That wounds th' vnſiſting Poſterne with theſe ſtrokes. There he muſt ſtay vntil the Officer Ariſe to let him in: he is call'd vp. Haue you no countermand for Claudio yet? But he muſt die to morrow? None Sir, none. As heere the dawning Prouoſt, as it is, You ſhall heare more ere Morning. Happely You ſomething know: yet I beleeue there comes No countermand: no ſuch example haue we: Beſides, vpon the verie ſiege of Iuſtice, Lord Angelo hath to the publike eare Profeſt the contrarie. This is his Lords man. And heere comes Claudio's pardon. My Lord hath ſent you this note, And by mee this further charge; That you ſwerue not from the ſmalleſt Article of it, Neither in time, matter, or other circumſtance. Good morrow: for as I take it, it is almoſt day. I ſhall obey him. This is his Pardon purchas'd by ſuch ſin, For which the Pardoner himſelfe is in: Hence hath offence his quicke celeritie, When it is borne in high Authority. When Vice makes Mercie; Mercie's ſo extended, That for the faults loue, is th' offender friended. Now Sir, what newes? I told you: Lord Angelo (be-like) thinking me remiſſe In mine Office, awakens mee With this vnwonted putting on, methinks ſtrangely: For he hath not vs'd it before. Pray you let's heare.