Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Oct 2] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T11 Siblings, kin and confidants typicality 0.90 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T11: sister, brother, love, friend, heart, father, mother, woman, lord, hear.
Thou hast been called my friend. But if thy spleen Continue a dislike of her, I'll blow thee from My memory, and with my chiefest strength I'll punish thy mistake— A desolate grief Will more become thy breast then this proud rage. Thy brother's dead, and his decease caused by Her sister's pride. My sister's husband dead. Into my ears thou hast a horror poured That hath already stiffened every hair On my amazed skull into a Reed. Wilt thou neglect to cherish the swift growth Of our new loves? Like to her sister she But counterfeits a passionate esteem, That thy fond Nature she might tempt beneath Her rule. If Altamont be dear unto Thy thought, leave her, and straight attend his Hearse, That in the Chapel waits thy obsequy. Th' inspired Needle's not more true unto The North, the Sun to his diurnal race, Nor Rivers to the Main; then I to thee. Sorrow and love, my senses do divide. If I remain with thee, then only love I serve, if with sad steps, I tread the way Unto my Brother's Hearse, I both obey. Thou dost requite the scorns which I did throw On thy first love. My destiny must needs Be tragic now: since the contracted scope Of all my joy, rests in diseased hope. Behold the Throne, your Lord commanded me Prepare: and here you must be pleased to sit.— Can this advancement ought refer to your Delight, or to my Lords last Testament? justice hath laid her sword within your reach: And you have power to sheath it so; that where You execute, you may a murder do, Or sacrifice. Bring the delinquents in. Sciolto and Scoperta still alive? Thy spirit Altamont ascended with The love of all my chiefest orisons. These two were by your husband's jealousy And hate, ordained for death: but ere that we Could actuate his will; his noble breast Received a wound, that bade him straight provide For 's own eternity. The last of all His speech, referred them both unto your power. You may appoint them live or die: and I'm Obliged by vow, to see performed what you Command. O dire, sinister accident! Your jewels, and your wealth, I have packed up, To ease our flight, when we have finished This usurpation of the Laws. Let them Enjoy their eyes; that they may know their judge. Hah, Sciolto! Scoperta, O my Girl! Keep them divided from each others reach. I thought thy beauties had been dark and cold, And thou'dst (ere this) begun an easy sleep Within thy silent Grave. And I supposed thee fled A Harbinger to Heaven: with purpose to Bespeak my Billet near to thine. Since this sad night, did blind the drowsy world, They thus have manacled my strength. They've watched My hardy violence so tame, that now Each feathered Forester roosts in my Beard. We cannot (Sir) be mortal long; therefore Receive a hope our sufferance will cease.
nodes 1916–1986 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 31 in this edition
Length
496 words · 656 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T11 — Siblings, kin and confidantscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.904 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T15 · seed 44: T12 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Thou haſt bin cald my friend. But if thy ſpleene Continue a diſlike of her, I'le blow thee from My memory, and with my chiefeſt ſtrength I'le puniſh thy miſſetake — A des'late griefe Will more become thy breaſt then this proud rage. Thy brother's dead, and his deceaſe caus'd by Her ſiſters pride. My ſiſters husband dead. Into my ares thou haſt a horror powr'd That hath already ſtiffened euerie haire On my amazed skull into a Reed. Wilt thou neglect to cheriſh the ſwift growth Of our new loues? Like to her ſiſter ſhe But counterfeits a paſſionate eſteeme, That thy fond Nature ſhe might tempt beneath Her rule. If Altamont be deare vnto Thy thought, leaue her, and ſtraight attend his Hearſe, That in the Chappell waits thy obſequie. Th' inſpir'd Needle's not more true vnto The North, the Sunne to his diurnall race, Nor Riuers to the Maine; then I to thee. Sorrow and loue, my ſenſes doe diuide. If I remayne with thee, then only loue I ſerue, if with ſad fleps, I tread the way Vnto my Brothers Herſe, I both obey. Thou doſt requite the skornes which I did throw On thy firſt loue. My deſtiny muſt needs Be tragicke now: ſince the contracted ſcope Of all my ioy, reſts in diſeaſed hope. Behold the Throne, your Lord commanded me Prepare: and heere you muſt be pleas'd to ſit. — Can this aduancement ought refer to your Delight, or to my Lords laſt Teſtament? Iuſtice hath laid her ſword within your reach: And you haue power to ſhath it ſo; that where You execute, you may a murder doe, Or ſacrifice. Bring the delinquents in. Sciolto and Scoperta ſtill aliue? Thy ſpirit Altamont aſcended with The loue of all my chiefeſt orizons. Theſe two were by your husbands iealouſie▪ And hate, ordaind for death: but ere that we Could actuate his will; his noble breaſt Receiu'd a wound, that bad him ſtrait prouide For 's owne eternity. The laſt of all His ſpeech, referd them both vnto your power. You may appoint them liue or die: and I'm Oblig'd by vow, to ſee perform'd what you Command. O dire, ſiniſter accident! Your Iewels, and your wealth, I haue pack'd vp, To eaſe our flight, when we haue finiſh'd This vſurpation of the Lawes. Let them Inioy their eyes; that they may know their Iudge. Hah, Sciolto! Scoperta, O my Girle! Keepe them diuided from each others reach▪ I thought thy beauties had beene darke and cold, And th'adſt (ere this) begun an eaſie ſleepe Within thy ſilent Graue. And I ſuppoſ'd thee fled A Harbenger to Heauen: with purpoſe to Beſpeake my Billet neere to thine. Since this ſad night, did blind the drowſi world, They thus haue manacled my ſtrength. They'ue watch'd My hardy violence ſo tame, that now Each featherd Forreſter rooſts in my Beard. We cannot (Sir) be mortall long; therefore Receiue a hope our ſufferance will ceaſe.