Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.79 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Still remember Beauford I am thy enemy, and in this do but Prepare thy conscience of misdeed to Meet my just anger. I am all wonder. He's now at opportunity. Sir you sent To speak with me. Come nearer, I hear say You are bawd; tell me how go Virgins I'th' sinful market; nay I must know hell-cat What was the price you took for Gratiana's: Did Marwood come off roundly with his wages: Tell me the truth, or by my father's soul I'll dig thy heart out. Help. Let me not hear A syllable that has not reference To my question— or— I'll tell you sir: Marwood— So. Did viciously affect her: Won with his gifts and flatteries, I promised My assistance, but I knew her virtue was not To be corrupted in a thought. Ha. Therefore— What d''ee study— Hold— I would deliver The rest into your ear, it is too shameful To express it louder than a whisper— With what unwillingness, we discover things we are ashamed to own: Cardona shouldst Ha used but half this fear in thy consent. And thou hadst ne'er been guilty of a sin Thou art so loath to part with though it be A burden to thy soul: how boldly would Out innocence plead for vs; but sha done. Then was Gratiana's honour saved. Untouched. Where am I lost: this story is more killing Than all my jealousies: Oh Cardona Go safe from hence, but when thou com'st at home, Lock thyself up and languish, till thou die Thou shalt meet Marwood, in a gloomy shade, Give back this salary, Have I made good My promise, do you find your error. No I ha' found my horror— has the chaste And innocent Gratiana drowned herself? What satisfaction can I pay thy ghost? Now do me right sir. she's gone for ever, And can the earth still dwell a quiet neighbour To the rough Sea, and not itself be thawed Into a river; let it melt to waves From henceforth, that beside th'inhabitants, The very Genius of the World may drown, And not accuse me for her: Oh Gratiana. Reserve your passion, and remember what I come for. How shall I punish my unjust suspicion? Death is too poor a thing to suffer for her: Some spirit guide me where her body lies Within her watery urn, although sealed up With frost, my tears are warm and can dissolve it, To let in me, and my repentance to her. I would kiss her cold face into life again Renew her breath with mine, on her pale lip I do not think, but if some artery Of mine were opened, and the crimson flood Conveyed into her veins, it would agree And with a gentle gliding steal itself Into her heart, enliven her dead faculties, And with a flattery, 'tice her soul again, To dwell in her fair tenement. You lose yourself in these wild fancies; recollect And do me justice.
nodes 1720–1799 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 29 of 36 in this edition
Length
498 words · 645 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.794 (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)
Still remember Beauford I am thy lenemy, and in this doe but Prepare thy conscience of misdeede to Meete my iust anger. I am all wonder. He's now at opportunity. Sir you sent To speake with me. Come neerer, I heare say You are Baud; tell me how goe Virgins I'th sinfull market; nay I must know hell-ca What was the price you tooke for Gratianas: Did Marwood come off roundly with his wages▪ Tell me the truth, or by my fathers soule Ile digge thy heart out. Helpe. Let me not heare A syllable that has not referrence To my question—or— Ile tell you sir: Marwood— So. Did vitiously affect her: Won with hi gifts and flatteries, I promis'd My assistance, but I knew her vertue was not To bee corrupted in a thought. Ha. Therefore— What d'ee study— Hold—I would deliuer The rest into your eare, it is too shamefull To expresse it louder then a whisper— With what vnwillingnes, we discouer things Wee are asham'd to owne: Cardona shudst Ha vs'd but halfe this feare in thy consent. And thou hadst nere beene guilty of a sinne Thou art so loath to part with though it be A burden to thy soule: how boldly would Out innocence plead for vs; but sha done. Then was Gratianas honor sau'd. Vntouch'd. Where am I lost: this story is more killing Then all my iealousies: Oh Cardona Goe safe from hence, but when thou com'st at home, Locke thy selfe vp and languish, till thou dye Thou shalt meete Marwood, in a gloomy shade, Giue backe this salary, Haue I made good My promise, do you finde your errour. No I ha found my horror—has the chast And innocent Gratiana drown'd her selfe? What satisfaction can I pay thy ghost? Now doe me right sir. Shee's gone for euer, And can the earth still dwell a quiet neighbour To the rough Sea, and not it selfe bee thaw'd Into a riuer; let it melt to waues From hence-forth, that beside th'inhabitants, The very Genius of the World may drowne, And not accuse me for her: Oh Gratiana. Reserue your passion, and remember what I come for. How shall I punish my vniust suspition? Death is too poore a thing to suffer for her▪ Some spirit guide mee where her body lyes Within her watery vrne, although feal'd vp With frost, my teares are warme and can dissolue it, To let in mee, and my repentance to her. I would kisse her cold face into life agen Renew her breath with mine, on her pale lip I do not thinke, but if some artery Of mine were open'd, and the cimo flood Conuay'd ino her vines, it would agree And with a gentle gliding steale it selfe Into her heart, in li'no her dead faculties, And with a flatery, tice her soule agen, To dwell in her faire tenement. You loose Your sele in these wild fancies; recollect And doe mee iustice.