Shirley, James · published 1629 · first performed or written 1626 (Annals) comedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.86 · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Oh Gratiana, I call heaven to witness, Though my misfortune made me think before, My life a tedious and painful trouble, My very soul a luggage, and too heavy For me to carry, now I wish to live, To live for thy sake, till my hair were silvered With age; to live till thou Wouldst ha' me die, And were a weary of me: For I never Could by the service of one life, reward Enough thy love, nor by the suffering The punishment of age and time, do penance Sufficient for my injury, but my fate Hurries me from thee, then accept my death A satisfaction for that sin, I could not Redeem alive, I cannot but confess The accusation. justice, justice, I will have justice: Ha Gratiana! Oh my dear father— Art a live, oh my joy, it grows too mighty for me, I must weep a little To save my heart— My young mistress alive. If ever you loved Gratiana, plead for Beauford, H'as been abused, by a villain, all's discovered, W'ave renewed hearts, and now I fear, I shall Lose him again, accused here for the death Of Marwood, that was cause of all our suffering. I ha' not wept enough for joy Gratiana That thouart alive yet— I understand nothing Beside this comfort. Dear sir recollect, And second me. The fact confessed, all hope willbe a pardon sir may be procured: Sir Iohn— you're come in a sad time. What is the worst you charge him with? He has slain a Gentleman. No common trespass. He has done justice. How? A public benefit to his Country in't. Killing a man? her sorrow overthrows Her reason. Hear me, Marwood was a Villain, A rebel unto virtue, a profaner Of friendships sacred laws, a murderer Of virgin chastity, against whose malice No innocence could hope protection; But like a Bird gripped by an eagle's talon, It growing dies. What punishment can you inflict on him, That in contempt of nature, and religion, Enforces breach of love, of holy vows? Sets them at war whose hearts were married In a full congregation of Angels: I know you will not say, but such deserve To die yet Marwood being dead, you reach Your fury to his heart, that did this benefit. Oh Gratiana if I may not live To enjoy thee here, Il would thou hadst been dead Indeed for in a little time, we should ha' met each other in a better World? But since I go before thee, I will carry Thy praise along, and if my soul forget not, What it hath loved, when it conversed with men, I will so talk of thee among the blessed. That they shallbe in love with thee, and descend In holy shapes, to woe thee to come thither, And be of their society do not veil thy beauty With such a shower, keep this soft rain, To water some more lost, and barren garden, lest thou destroy the spring, which nature made To be a wonder in thy cheek Where is Marwood's body? Here sir. A live! Ha Marwood?
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Length
520 words · 669 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.862 (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)
Oh Gratiana, I call heauen to witnesse, Though my mis-fortune made mee thinke before, My life a tedious and painefull trouble, My very soule a luggage, and too heauy For me to carry, now I wish to liue, To liue for thy sake, till my haire were siluer'd With age; to liue till thou wodst ha me dye, And were a weary of me: For I neuer Could by the seruice of one life, reward Enough thy loue, nor by the suffering The punishment of age and time, do pennance Sufficient for my iniury, but my fate Hurries me from thee, then accept my death A satisfaction for that sinne, I could not Redeeme aliue, I cannot but confesse The accusation. Iustice, iustice, I will haue iustice: Ha Gratiana! Oh my deare father— Art a liue, oh my ioy, it growes To mighty for me, I must weepe a little To saue my heart— My young mistresse aliue. If euer you lou'd Gratiana, plead for Beauford, H'as beene abus'd, by a villaine, alls discouer'd, W'aue renew'd hearts, and now I feare, I shall Loose him agen, accus'd here for the death Of Marwood, that was cause of all our suffering. I ha not wept enough for ioy Gratiana That th'art aliue yet — I vnderstand nothing Beside this comfort. Deere sir recollect, And second me. The fact confest, all hope Wilbe a pardon sir may be procur'd: Sir Iohn—y'are come in a sad time. What is the worst you charge him with? He has slaine a Gentle-man. No common trespasse. He has done iustice. How? A publicke benefite to his Country in't. Killing a man? her sorrow ouer-throwes Her reason. Heare me, Marwood was a Villaine, A rebell vnto vertue, a prophaner Of friendships sacred lawes, a murderer Of virgin chastity, against whose malice No innocence could hope protection; But like a by an Eagles talent, It growng dyes. What punishment can you inflict on him, That in contemp of nature, and religion, Inforces breach of loue, of holy vowes? Sets them at ware whose hearts were married In a congregation of Angel: I know you will no say, but such deserue To dye yet Marwood being dead, you reach Your fury to his heat, that did this benefit. Oh Gati if I my not liue To thee here, Il would thou hadst beene dead Indeede so in a little time, we shu'd each other in a better World? But since I go before thee, I will carry Thy along, and if my soule forget not, What it hath , when it conuerst with men, I wil so talke of thee among the blest. That they shalbe in loue with thee, and descend In holy shapes, to woe thee to come thither, And be of their society doe not thy beauty With such a shower, keepe this soft raine, To water some more lost, and baren garden, Least thou destroy the spring, which naure made To be a wonder in thy cheeke Where is Marwoods body? Here sir. A liue! Ha Marwood?