Carlell, Lodowick · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [c.1622-1629] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.84 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Lysander, why d'ye stare so and look pale? Your hair stands up an end, as if your sense Began to fail you sure you are fall'n mad, Nay, I do hope you are so; for if you be not, I am more miserable than if you were: For, can Lysander be himself, and speak thus To his Clarinda? No, he cannot: either Lysander Is changed from what he was; or else he never Was what I esteemed him, either of which Makes me most miserable. You would seem to think me mad, when indeed yourself are so, you would not else thus weep When I advise you to that which will be most to our content. Pardon me Lysander, that I have seemed For to believe; for sure I did no more, That which you have spoke proceeded from your heart. Why do you think that I dissembled in what I said. Yes, Lysander; I know you did dissemble; For if you did not, you were a loathed villain. I do confess if I were that Lysander Which I have seemed to be; it were impossible For me to think what I have spoke; but know Clarinda, Though hitherto I have seemed To carry in my breast a flame so pure, That never yet a spark of Lust appeared, It hath been a dissembled show of modesty, Only to cozen you; and if Clarinda, The requital of my affection be that which Hinders you from these great honours, be not deceived, For you shall have more power than to requite it, When you are greater: we are now equal; But when you are a Duchess, then t'enjoy you Will be a double pleasure, than you shall have Occasion to express your love in my advancement I'll kill him instantly. Your oath my Lord. The merit of the act being so just, Will expiate the sin of perjury. My Lord, What, shall I hear her whom I have adored Almost with as much zeal as I have offered up My prayers to the Gods, tempted to acts of Lust And not revenge it? My Lord, hear me but speak, and then do what you will: if you should thus in the night, and in the house of the Count Utrante kill Lord Lysander, your honour Clarinda's, and her Fathers would be tainted, and so breed strange combustions: but if you be resolved that he must die, which in my judgement is most necessary, if you still love Clarinda, I will undertake for to dispatch him by some means or other; but should you now here in Clarinda's presence kill him she loves, her mind is so noble she would never endure you. This is a villain, an incarnate Devil: Yet will I follow some part of his counsel: Lead me the way back unseen. I'll stay no longer; For if I hear him speak again in that base Key, I shall do that which I hereafter may repent. No. I'll take the noblest way to my revengement.
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Length
506 words · 639 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.841 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Lyſander, why d'ye ſtare ſo and look pale? Your hayre ſtands vp an end, as if your ſenſe Began to faile you ſure you are falne mad, Nay, I doe hope you are ſo; for if you be not, I am more miſerable then if you were: For, can Lyſander be himſelfe, and ſpeake thus To his Clarinda? No, he cannot: either Lyſander Is chang'd from what he was; or elſe he neuer Was what I eſteemd him, either of which Makes me moſt miſerable. You would ſeeme to thinke me mad, when indeed Your ſelfe are ſo, you would not elſe thus weepe When I aduiſe you to that which will be moſt to our content. Pardon me Lyſander, that I haue ſeemed For to beleeue; for ſure I did no more, That which you haue ſpoke proceeded from your heart. Why doe you thinke that I diſſembled in what I ſaid. Yes, Lyſander; I know you did diſſemble; For if you did not, you were a loathed villaine. I doe confeſſe if I were that Lyſander Which I haue ſeem'd to be; it were impoſſible For me to thinke what I haue ſpoke; but know Clarinda, Though hitherto I haue ſeemed To carry in my breſt a flame ſo pure, That neuer yet a ſparke of Luſt appear'd, It hath beene a diſſembled ſhew of modeſtie, Only to cozen you; and if Clarinda, The requitall of my affecton be that which Hinders you from theſe great honors, be not deceiu'd, For you ſhall haue more power then to requite it, When you are greater: we are now equall; But when you are a Dutcheſſe, then t'enioy you Will be a double pleaſure, then you ſhall haue Occaſion to expreſſe your loue in my aduancement Ile kill him inſtantly. Your oath my Lord. The merit of the act being ſo iuſt, Will expiate the ſinne of periurie. My Lord, What, ſhall I heare her whom I haue ador'd Almoſt with as much zeale as I haue offer'd vp My prayers to the Gods, tempted to acts of Luſt And not reuenge it? My Lord, heare me but ſpeake, and then doe what you will: if you ſhould thus in the night, and in the houſe of the Count Ʋtrante kill Lord Lyſander, your honour Clarinda's, and her Fathers would be tainted, and ſo breed ſtrange combuſtions: but if you be reſolu'd that he muſt die, which in my iudgement is moſt neceſſary, if you ſtill loue Clarinda, I will vndertake for to diſpatch him by ſome meanes or other; but ſhould you now here in Clarinda's preſence kill him ſhe loues, her mind is ſo noble ſhe would neuer indure you. This is a villaine, an incarnate Diuell: Yet will I follow ſome part of his counſell: Lead me the way backe vnſeene. Ile ſtay no longer; For if I heare him ſpeake againe in that baſe Key, I ſhall doe that which I hereafter may repent. No. Ile take the nobleſt way to my reuengement.