Davenant, William · published 1630 · first performed or written 1629 [licensed for stage, Oct 2] (Annals) tragicomedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.88 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
O sad account. How is my bounty now Exhaust: This is the last I ere shall give— Blind them again and stay their deaths awhile. Madam, your knowledge is already taught Scoperta's innocence. Sciolto's deed Stands near your punishment; but distant far From remedy. Mark, his goodly feature. With what magnificence he's built? Besides This Morn, his Uncle too (the wealthiest of Our Senators) is dead, and has been pleased T'entitle him his Heir. Should I not chide? Think how you loved him once. He will (to save His life) discard Scoperta's interest, And marry you: a happiness complete For both Hah? Slaves. Stretch now your Cordage out, Pull till my Eyes do start like Bullets from my Skull, Murdering where they fly— Hold. hold.— Did my dead Lord bid you perform, what I decree? He did: and I assured it with my Vows. Hear then without resistance of my breath, Sciolto is condemned by Law; as known The fatal Instrument that did deprive My Lord, of precious life; so he must die. 'twere fit my care affected mercy in Scoperta's doom; she's Sister to my Lord: But her sweet innocence doth make her safe. She must remain among the living still; And in her room, I do condemn myself. For my stern pride, was the original cause Of this black Tragedy. Kind 〈…〉 Esteem your Vows, see my edict 〈◊〉: And give me privilege first to 〈◊〉 its wrath— This carries wonder in't I'll not resign these bonds of Death, unless Sciolto share in the compassion too— Give me your pardon (gentle Maid). I have Deprived you of a Brother that deserved More Pyramids, then all th'Egyptian Kings. Instead of him, receive my prayers, my wealth. When o'er his Herse you raise a Monument, And fix my Marble-Figure near to his, Create me weeping.— I shall go, with so Much sorrow, to my Grave, that being dead, My Ashes will have power to penetrate The Stones. Release this pious Lady and Perform your execution upon me— Away you dreadful Ministers of death. The Laurel Sprig, the Myrtle nicely wreathed In Coronets, my Love deserves; for she Is grown too good for Earth.— My Altamont.— This deceit brings wonder, great as our joy. They that divide us now, must use the strength Of swelling floods, and help of Thunder too— Put all thy beauties on again, and smile At the return of our long absent love: My wound is closed, and will have instant cure— The Earth groaned at my fall, so heavy are My sins, so much they did increase my weight. Rise gently like a flame, from incense sprung. Mervolle, to appease my jealousy Ordained me this disguises that I might hear How in your sentence you behaved your love To me: Hadst thou continued false, I had Increased the anger of thy fate: but now Thou art endeared unto my heart again.— Sir, I have hope my future loyalty Will manifest, your mercy well bestowed.—
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498 words · 679 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.883 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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O ſad acomp. How is my bounty now Exhauſt: This is the laſt I ere ſhall giue— Blind them agen and ſtay their deaths awhile. Madam, your knowledge is allready taught Scoperta's innocence. Sciolto's deed Stands nere your puniſhment; but diſtant far From remedy. Marke, his goodly feature. With what magnificence he's built? Beſides This Morne▪ his Vnkle too (the wealthieſt of Our Senators) is dead, and has bine pleaſd T'intitle him his Heire. Should I not chide? Thinke how you lou'd him once. He will (to ſaue His life) dſcard Scoperta's intereſt, And marry you: a hapineſſe compleate For both Hah? Slaues. Stretch now your Cordage out, Pull till my Eies do ſtarte like Bulletts from my Skull, Murdering where they flie— Hold. hold. — Did my dead Lord bid you performe, what I decree? He did: and I aſured it with my Vowes. Heare then without reſiſtan of my breath, Sciolto is condemn'd by Law; as knowne The fatall Inſtrument that did depriue My Lord, of precious life; ſo he muſt die. T'were fit my care affected mercie in Scoperta's dome; ſhe's Siſter to my Lord: But her ſweete innocence doth make her ſafe. She muſt remaine among the liuing ſtill; And in her rome, I doe condemne my ſelfe. For my ſterne pride, was the originall cauſe Of this blacke Tragedy. Kind Eſteeme your Vowes, ſee my edic ▪ And giue me priiledge firſt to its wrath— This carries wonder in't I'le not reſigne theſe bonds of Death, vnleſſe Sciolto ſhare in the compaſſion too— Giue me your pardon (gentle Mayd). I haue Depriu'd you of a Brother that deſeru'd More Pyramids, then all th'Egiptian Kings. Inſtead of him, receaue my pray'rs, my wealth. When o're his Herſſe you raiſe a Monument, And fix my Marble-Figure neere to his, Create me weeping.— I ſhall goe, with ſo Much ſorow, to my Graue, that being dead, My Aſhes will haue power to penetrate The Stones. Releaſe this pious Lady and Performe your execution vpon me— Away you dreadfull Miniſters of death. The Lawrell Sprigge, the Mirtle nicely wreath'd In Coronets, my Loue deſerues; for ſhe Is growne too good for Earth. — My Altamont. — This deceipt brings wonder, great as our ioy. They that diuide vs now, muſt vſe the ſtrength Of ſwelling floods, and helpe of Thunder too — Put all thy beauties on agen, and ſmile At the returne of our long abſent loue: My wound is clos'd, and will hau inſtant cure — The Earth groan'd at my fall, ſo heauie are My ſinnes, ſo much they did increaſe my weight. Riſe gently like a flame, from incenſe ſprung. Meruolle, to appeaſe my iealouſie Ordain'd me this diſguiſes that I might heare How in your ſntence you behau'd your loue To me: Hadſt thou continu'd falſe, I had Increas'd the anger of thy fate: but now Thou art indeer'd vnto my heart agen. — Sir, I haue hope my future loyaltie Will manifeſt, your mercie well beſtow'd.—