Dekker, Thomas · published 1631 · first performed or written 1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623] (Annals) tragicomedy · Red Bull (Revels) Company (first) · Red Bull T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.79 · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
By Heaven I know of none! Blushing do you stain? It is not guilt but anger. Y'ave all fixed Your hands and Seals to an Indenture drawn By such a day to kill me. For my part My Loyalty like a rough Diamond shines The more 'tis cut, I have no hand in that Or any baseness else against your Life Or Kingdom. No! None. Fetch me Ink and Paper I soon shall try that, come Sir write your name: Stay, your own words shall choke you, 'twas a letter Wrapped up in hidden Characters, and sent Enclosed in a Pomegranate, to a great Don And thus subscribed: At your pleasure your obsequious vassal Write this, and then your name, here. At your pleasure. Thy hand shakes. No sir, Your obsequious Vassal. Here sir, your name now there so low it stood. Martin's Cazalla de Barameda. There's in thy face no Traitor I cannot tell Good mouths have given thee to me, on your life Be not you like a Wolves-skin Drum to fright The whole Heard by your sound, I will compare Your hand with this, that's all, but sir beware You prate to none of what twixt us is passed. Were I i'th' world above, I would desire To come from thence, to give that man the lie, That once should dare to blot my Loyalty. Here take this Key, meet me some half hour hence i'th' privy Gallery with two naked Poniards. Two poniards. Yes, go send somebody in, stay, Lupo Can you write? Yes. Indite a Letter— 'sdeath sir— here begin After my hearty Commendations, so sir. How! write— My most admired Mistress. Mired Mistress, With the fire you first kindled in me, still I am burnt. Still I am burnt: So that Thunder shall not hinder me from climbing the highest step of the Ladder. Climbing the highest step of the Ladder. Of your perfections, though I be confounded for ever. Be confounded for ever. Your high pleasures are mine, mine yours. Mine yours. And I die ever lastingly until I be in your bosom. And I die— until I be in your bosom. So. So. Hold. Here sir. Where are the Gentlemen of our Chamber? Without Sir? Bid them attend us close. I shall. Would this days work were done, I do not like To see a Bull to a wild Figtree tied To make him tame, beasts licking 'gainst the hair Foreshow some storm, and I foresee some snare: His sword is dipped in oil, yet does it wound Deadly, yet stand it, innocence wronged is crowned. Treason! Where? Kill the Villain. Stay, none touch him On your lives; on king's shoulders stand The heads of the colossy of the Gods (Above the reach of Traitors) were the beds Of twenty thousand Snakes laid in this bosom, There's thunder in our looks to break them all, Leave us. You are too venturous.
1611 [c.1611-c.1613; re-licensed for stage, Aug 21, 1623]
First performance (BritDrama)
1621 [1621-1622]
Company (BritDrama)
Red Bull (Revels) Company (first)
Theater
Red Bull;Phoenix/Cockpit;Indoor Professional;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragicomedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 953 · TCP A20088 · DEEP 764
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1741–1818 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 30 of 36 in this edition
Length
489 words · 666 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.787 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
By Heauen I know of none! Blushing doe you staine? It is not guilt but anger. Y'aue all fixt Your hands and Seales to an Indenture drawne By such a day to kill me. For my part My Loyaltie like a rough Diamond shines The more 'tis cut, I haue no hand in that Or any basenesse else against your Life Or Kingdome. No! None. Fetch me Inke and Paper I soone shall try that, come Sir write your name: Stay, your owne words shall choake you, 'twas a letter Wrap'd vp in hidden Characters, and sent Inclos'd in a Pomgranet, to a great Don And thus subscrib'd: At your pleasure your obsequious vassaile Write this, and then your name, here. At your pleasure. Thy hand shakes. No sir, Your obsequious Vassaile. Here sir, your name now there so low it stood. Martines Cazalla de Barameda. There's in thy face no Traytor I cannot tell Good mouthes haue giuen thee to mee, on your life Be not you like a Wolfes-skin Drum to fright The whole Heard by your sound, I will compare Your hand with this, that's all, but sir beware You prate to none of what 'twixt vs is past. Were I i'th world aboue, I would desire To come from thence, to giue that man the lye, That once should dare to blot my Loyalty. Here take this Key, meet mee some halfe houre hence i'th priuy Gallery with two naked Poniards. Two ponyards. Yes, goe send some body in, stay, Lupo Can you write? Yes. Indite a Letter—'sdeath sir—heere begin After my heartie Commendations, so sir. How! write—My most admired Mistris. Mired Mistris, With the fire you first kindled in me, still I am burnt. Still I am burnt: So that Thunder shall not hinder mee from climbing the highest step of the Ladder. Climbing the highest step of the Ladder. Of your perfections, though I bee confounded for euer. Be confounded for euer. Your high pleasures are mine, mine yours. Mine yours. And I dye euer lastingly vntill I bee in your bosome. And I dye—vntill I be in your bosome. So. So. Hold. Here sir. Where are the Gentlemen of our Chamber? Without Sir? Bid them attend vs close. I shall. Would this dayes worke were done, I doe not like To see a Bull to a wild Fig-tree ty'd To make him tame, beasts licking 'gainst the hayre Fore-shew some storme, and I fore-see some snare: His sword is dipt in oyle, yet does it wound Deadly, yet stand it, innocence wrong'd is crown'd. Treason! Where? Kill the Villaine. Stay, none touch him On your liues; on Kings shoulders stand The heads of the Colossie of the Goddes (Aboue the reach of Traitors) were the beds Of twenty thousand Snakes layd in this bosome, There's thunder in our lookes to breake them all, Leaue vs. You are too venturous.