Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.82 · 512 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I am lost indeed, With fruitless passion: I remember thee And thy design again; I must account For Marwood's death is't not? alas thou art Too young, and canst not fight, I wish thou wert A man of tough and active sinews, for Thy own revenge' sake, I would praise thee for My death, so I might fall but nobly by thee: For I am burdened with a weight of life— Stay, didst not tell me thou hadst brought hither The body of young Marwood— Yes. Since a mistake, not malice did procure His ill fate, I will but drop one funeral Tear upon his wound, and soon finish To do thee right. Ye shall. Does this enclose his corpses? how little room Do we take up in death, that living, know No bounds? here without murmuring we can Be circumscribed, it is the soul, that makes us Affect such wanton, and irregular paths; When that's gone, we are quiet as the earth, And think no more of wandering: oh Marwood Forgive my anger, thy confession did Invite thy ruin from me, yet upon— My memory forsake me, 'tis Gratiana's Spirit, hast thou left thy Heavenly dwelling To call me hence? I was now coming to thee: Or but command more haste, and I will count it No sin to strike myself, and in the stream Of my own blood to imitate how thou Didst drown thyself. I am living Beauford. I know thou art immortal. Living as thou art. Good angels do not mock mortality. And came— To call me to my answer how I durst Suspect thy chastity, i'll accuse myself And to thy injured innocence give me up A willing sacrifice. Oh my Beauford, now I am overblessed for my late sufferings; I have solicited my Death with prayers: Now I would live to see my Beauford love me. It was thy friend induced me to that letter, To find if thy suspicion had destroyed All seeds of love. Art thou not dead indeed, May I believe? her hands is warm,— she breathes Again— and kisses as she wont to do Her Beauford, art Gratiana? Heaven Let me dwell here until my soul exhale. One sorrow's cured Milisent begone, Thou hast been too long absent from thy own. Oh my joy ravished soul, but where's the youth Brought me this blessing? vanished Gratiana Where is he? I would hang about his neck And kiss his cheek, he we not leave me so: Gone? sure it was some angel, was he not, Or do I dream this happiness, wot not thou Forsake me to? Oh never. Within there— Bid the young man return, and quickly, lest My joy above the strength of nature's sufferance, Kill me before I can express my gratitude: ha' ye brought him? Mr. Beauford, I am sorry we are Commanded to apprehend your person. Officers ha? You are suspected to have slain a Gentleman, one Marwood. Have I still my essence ha? I had a joy was able to make man Forget he could be miserable.
nodes 1800–1876 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 36 in this edition
Length
512 words · 671 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.817 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I am lost indeede, With fruitlesse passion: I remember thee And thy designe agen; I must account For Marwoods death ist not? alas thou art Too young, and canst not fight, I wish thou wert A man of tough and actiue sinewes, for Thy owne reuenge sake, I would prayse thee for My death, so I might fall but nobly by thee: For I am burden'd with a weight of life— Stay, didst not tell me thou hadst brought hither The body of young Marwood— Yes. Since a mistake, not malice did procure His ill fate, I will but drop one funerall Teare vpon his wound, and soone finish To doe thee right. Yee shall. Does this enclose his corpes? how little roome Doe wee take vp in death, that liuing, know No bounds? here without murmurring wee can Be circumscrib'd, it is the soule, that makes vs Affect such wanton, and irregular pathes; When that's gone, wee are quiet as the earth, And thinke no more of wandring: oh Marwood Forgiue my anger, thy confession did Inuite thy ruine from me, yet vppon— My memory forsake me, tis Gratiana's Spirit, hast thou left thy Heauenly dwelling To call me hence? I was now comming to thee: Or but commaund more hast, and I will count it No sinne to strike my selfe, and in the streame Of my owne blood to imitate how thou Didst drowne thy selfe. I am liuing Beauford. I know thou art immortall. Liuing as thou art. Good angels doe not mocke mortality. And came— To call me to my answere how I durst Suspect thy chastity, ile accuse my selfe And to thy iniur'd innocence giue me vp A willing sacrifice. Oh my Beauford, now I am ouer-blest for my late sufferings; I haue sollicited my Death with prayers: Now I would liue to see my Beauford loue me. It was thy friend induc'd me to that letter, To finde if thy suspition had destroy'd All seedes of loue. Art thou not dead indeede, May I beleeue? her hands is warme,—shee breathes Agen—and kisses as she wont to doe Her Beauford, art Gratiana? Heauen Let me dwell here vntill my soule exhale. One sorrow's cur'd Milisent begone, Thou hast bin too long absent from thy owne. Oh my ioy rauisht soule, but where's the youth Brought mee this blessing? vanisht Gratiana Where is hee? I would hang about his necke And kisse his cheeke, he we not leaue me so: Gone? sure it was some angell, was hee not, Or doe I dreame this happinesse, wot not thou Forsake mee to? Oh neuer. Within there— Bid the young man returne, and quickly, least My ioy aboue the strength of natures sufferance, Kill me before I can expresse my gratitude: Ha yee brought him? Mr. Beauford, I am sorry wee are Commanded to apprehend your person. Officers ha? You are suspected to haue slaine a Gentle-man, one Marwood. Haue I still my essence ha? I had a ioy was able to make man Forget he could be miserable.