Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.84 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Come sir. If ere extremities did kill, we hath Shall die this very minute. You sha'not go. Our authority will force him. You're villains, murderers: Oh my Beauford! Leave me Gratiana. Never, i'll die with thee. What can we say unto our misery, Saved in a tempest that did threaten most, Arrived the harbour, ship, and all are lost. To the next justice. Whether art fled Gratiana? that I can Converse with none to tell me thou art still A mortal? taken hence by miracle? Though angels should entice her hence, to heaven, She was so full of piety, to her father, She would first take her leave. There he is sir, he cannot choose but talk idly, For he has not slept since the last great mist. Mist? ay sir, his daughter, my young mistress went away in't, and we can hear no tale nor tidings of her, to tell you true, I would not disgrace my old master, but he is little better than mad. Unhappy Gentleman. 'tis so, he murdered her; For he that first would rob her of her honour, Would or fear afterwards to kill Gratiana, He shall be arranged for't;— but where shall we Get honest men enough to make a jury? That dare be conscionable, when the judge Looks on, and frowns upon the Verdict, men That will not be corrupted, to favour A great man evidence, but prefer justice To ready money? oh this age is barren— Master Beauford's newly Apprehended for some fact, and carried Fore justice Landby, in my passage hither I met him guarded. Guarded for what? Some did whisper he had killed— Gratiana. Oh my girl, my Gratiana,— Isaac, Beauford is taken, 'tis apparent he hath slain my daughter, and sha'not I revenge her Death? I'll prosecute the Law with violence against him, not leave the judge, till he pronounce his sentence, then I'll die, and carry Gratiana the news before him. Follow me— I expect Iane thou wot reward my care With thy obedience, he's young and Wealthy, No matter for those idle ceremonies Of wit and courtship. Do I hear my father? He will maintain thee gallant, City wives Are fortune's darlings, govern all, their husband's Variety of pleasure, and apparel When some of higher title are oft fain To pawn a Ladyship: thou shalt have Rawbone. Virtue forbid it, you are my father sir, And lower than the earth I have a heart Prostrates itself, I had my being from you, But I beseech you, take it not away Again, by your severity. How's this? I like it well. You have read many lectures to me, which My duty hath received, and practised, as Precepts from heaven, but never did I hear You preach so ill, you heretofore directed My study to be careful of my fame, Cherish desert, plant my affection on Nobleness, which can only be sufficient To make it fruitful, and d'ye counsel now To marry a disease? Good! my own girls— What is't you said? ha?
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505 words · 683 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.837 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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Come sir. If ere extreamities did kill, wee hath Shall dye this very minute. You shanot goe. Our authority will force him. Y'are villaines, murderers: Oh my Beauford! Leaue me Gratiana. Neuer, ile dye with thee. What can wee say vnto our misery, Sau'd in a tempest that did threaten most, Arriu'd the harbour, ship, and all are lost. To the next Iustice. Whether art fled Gratiana? that I can Conuerse with none to tell mee thou art still A mortall? taken hence by miracle? Though angels should intice her hence, to heauen, She was so full of piety, to her father, She would first take her leaue. There he is sir, he cannot choose but talke idly, For he has o slept since the last great mist. Mst? I sir▪ his daughter, my young mistresse went away in't, and we can heare no tale nor tydings of her, to tell you true, I wuld not disgrace my old master, but hee is little better then mad. Vnhappy Gentle-man. Tis so, hee murder'd her; For he that first would rob her of her honor, Wuld or feare after-ward to kill Gratiana, He shall be arrangn'd for't; —but where shall wee Get honest men enough to make a Iury? That dare be conscionable, when the Iudge Lookes on, and frownes vpon the Verdict, men That will not be corrupted, to fauour A great man euidence, but preferre iustice To ready mony? h this age is barren— Master Beauford's newly Apprehended for some fact, and carried Fore Iustice Landby, in my passage hither I met him guarded. Guarded for what? Some did whisper hee had kild— Gratiana. Oh my girle, my Gratiana,—Isaac, Beauford is taken, tis apparent he hath slayne my daughter, and shanot I reuenge her Death? Ile prosecute the Law with violence agaynst him, not leaue the Iudge, till hee pronounce his sentence, then Ile dye, and carry Gratiana the newes before him. Follow me▪ I expect Iane thou wot reward my care With thy obedience, he's young and Wealthy, No matter for those idle ceremonies Of wit and court-ship. Doe I heare my father? He will maintaine thee gallant, City wiues Are fortunes darlings, gouerne al, their husband Variety of pleasure, and apparell When some of higher title are oft faine To pawne a Lady-ship: thou shat haue Rawbone. Vertue forbid it, you are my father sir, And lower then the earth I haue a heart Prostrates it selfe, I had my being from you, But I beseech you, take it not away Agen, by your seuerity. How's this? I like it well. You haue read many lectures to me, which My duty hath receiu'd, and practiz'd, as Precpts from heauen, but neuer did I heare You preach so ill, you heretofore directed My study to bee carefull of my fame, Cherish desert, plant my affection on Noblenesse, which canonely be sufficient To make it fruitefull, and d'ce counsell now To marry a disease? Good! my owne girls— What ist you sayd? ha?