Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Part of us are already taken, the rest Amazed, and seeking holes; Our hidden ends You see laid open, Court, and City armed, And for fear joining to the part they fear. Why should we move desperate, and hopeless arms And vainly spill that noble blood, that should Crystal Rubes, and the Median fields, Not Tiber colour: And the more your show be Your loves, and readiness to lose your lives, The loather I am to adventure them. Yet am I proud, you would for me have died, But live, and keep yourselves to worthier ends; No Mother but my own shall weep my death, Nor will I make by overthrowing us, Heaven guilty of more faults, yet from the hopes, Your own good wishes, rather than the thing Do make you see, this comfort I receive Of death unforced. O friends, I would not die When I can live no longer; 'Tis my glory, That free, and willing I give up this breath, Leaving such courages as yours untried. But to belong in talk of dying, would Show a relenting, and a doubtful mind: By this you shall my quiet thoughts intend; I blame nor Earth, nor Heaven for my end. O that this noble courage had been shown, Rather on enemy's breasts, then on thy own. But sacred, and inviolate be thy will, And let it lead, and I teach us; This sword I could more willingly have thrust Through Nero's breast; That, fortune denied me, It now shall through Scevinus. What multitudes of villains are here gotten In a conspiracy; which Hydra like, Still in the cutting off, increaseth more. The more we take, the more are still appeach, And every man brings in new company. I wonder what we shall do with them all, The prisons cannot hold more than they have, The jails are full, the holes with Gallants stink, Straw and gold lace together live I think: 'Twere best even shut the gates o'th' City up, And make it all one jail; for, this I am sure, There's not an honest man within the walls: And though the guilty doth exceed the free; Yet through a base, and fatal cowardice, They all assist, in taking one another, And by their own hands are to prison led. There's no condition, nor degree of men, But here are met; Men of the sword, and gown, plebeians, Senators, and women too, Ladies that might have slain him with their Eye, Would use their hands, Philosophers, And Politicians; Politicians? Their plot was laid too short; Poets would now, Not only write, but be the arguments Of Tragedies: The emperor's much pleased: But some have named Seneca, and I Will have Petroneus, one promise of pardon, Or fear of torture, will accusers find. Though Piso's suddenness, and guilty hand Prevented hath the death he should have had; Yet you abide it must. O may the earth lie lightly on his Course, Sprinkle his ashes with your flowers and tears, The love and dainties of Mankind is gone.
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Length
508 words · 667 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.802 (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)
Part of vs are already tak'n, the reſt Amaz'd, and ſeeking holes; Our hidden ends You ſee laid open, Court, and Citie arm'd, And for feare ioyning to the part they feare. Why ſhould we moue deſperate, and hopeleſſe armes And vainely ſpill that noble bloud, that ſhould Chriſtall Rubes, and the Median fields, Not Tiber colour: And the more your ſhow be Your loues, and readineſſe to looſe your liues, The lother I am to aduenture them. Yet am I proud, you would for me haue dy'd, But liue, and keepe your ſelues to worthier ends; No Mother but my owne ſhall weepe my death, Nor will make by ouerthrowing vs, Heauen guiltie of more faults, yet from the hopes, Your owne god wiſhes, rather then the thing Doe make ou ſ, this comfort I receiue Of death vnorſt. O friends, I would not die When I can liue no longer; 'Tis my glory, That free, and willing I giue vp this breath, Leauing ſuch courages as yous vntri'd. But to belong in talke of dying, would Shew a relenting, and a doubtfull mid: By this you ſhall my quiet thoughs intend; I blame nor Earth, nor Hauen for my end. O that this noble courage had bin ſhewne, Rather on enemies breaſts, then on thy owne. But ſacred, and inviolate be thy will, And let it lead, and I teach vs; This ſword I could more willingly haue thruſt Through Neroes breaſt; That, fortune deni'd me, It now ſhall through Sceuinus. What multitudes of villaines are here gotten In a conſpiracy; which Hydra like, Still in the cutting off, increaſeth more. The more we take, the more are ſtill appeach, And euery man brings in new company. I wonder what we ſhall doe with them all, The priſons cannot hold more then they haue, The Iayles are full, the holes with Gallants ſtincke, Strawe and gold lace together liue I thinke: 'Twere beſt euen ſhut the gates oth' Citie vp, And make it all one Iayle; for, this I am ſure, There's not an honeſt man within the walles: And though the guilty doth exceed the free; Yet through a baſe, and fatall cowardiſe, They all aſsiſt, in taking one another, And by their owne hands are to priſon led. There's no condition, nor degree of men, But here are met; Men of the ſword, and gowne, Plebeans, Senators, and women too, Laies that might haue ſlaine him with their Eye, Would vſe their hands, Philoſophers, And Polititians; Polititians? Their plot was laid too ſhort; Poets would now, Not onely write, but be the arguments Of Tragedies: The Emperour's much pleas'd: But ſome haue named Seneca, and I Will haue Petroneus, one promiſe of pardon, Or feare of torture, will accuſers find. Though Piſoes ſuddenneſſe, and guilty hand Preuented hath the death he ſhould haue had; Yet you abide it muſt. O may the earth lye lightly on his Courſe, Sprinckle his aſhes with your flowers and teares, The loue and dainties of Mankind is gone.