The School of Compliment (Love Tricks) · chunk 35 of 44
Shirley, James · published 1631 · first performed or written 1625 [licensed for stage, Feb 11] (Annals) comedy · Lady Elizabeth's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.82 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Hillaria, if ever you loved me, oh, I have made a fair piece of work, would you not tell me it was his sister? oh, here they come. He hath confessed it, sir, your Daughter heard it, sir, I charge you lay hands upon that murderer, he hath slain my Brother Antonio. Did you hear him confess it? Here's right, confess and be hanged now. I must confess I did. Bubulcus kill Antonio? By this hand I do not know how to deny it for my credit. Nay then lay hands on him. Yes Father, Rufaldo, Selina, oh, a plague of all coxcombs, what a rogue was I? I will have justice, away with him. I am a lying rascal by this hand. We must require Antonio from you, sir, or your blood answer his. Away with him, Hillaria. I'll be hanged then, Father. Hillaria, will you see me hanged? There is no remedy: would thou hadst killed his Sister; I am plagued with her, and dare not speak it for shame, I'll do what I can to get a Reprieve for you; nay, and you kill folks, you must e'en take your fortune. A curse of all ill fortune, I killed nobody. Away, I say, out villain, hence, for I Do hear my brother's blood for justice cry. I do not know this place, nor who you are, Nor know I yet myself. Infortunio? That name I once did answer to, but then I was not banished to a wilderness, Nor slept on such a bed. Oh, if I be He, whom you call Infortunio. Tell me how I came hither, dost thou weep? I prithee tell me, boy, why do those tears Drown thy fair cheeks? but that they will not show Manly in me, I'd force my eyes to weep too, And we would sit upon a bank, and play drop-tear, till one were bankrupt. You amaze me: I ask how I came hither? answer me With other language, if you do not mean I came by water, which you might express too In words as well, nay, better, for you now Are cruel to yourselves, and murder me: Tell me, or I shall be mad. Oh, stay: that brought Infortunio hither, You have now told yourself, distraction brought you. Ha distraction? now you increase my wonder: Was I mad, or do not you by answering, Study to make me so? why should I be mad, Or being so, how came I well again? For if I dream not, I am well and calm. You owe this Shepherdess for your restore, Whose skill heaven made so happy. Did you, fair Shepherdess restore me then, And by your art recover nature's loss? All my well-beings yours: but yet if you Could so physician-like cure the disease Which is but the effect of some distemper, You then should know the cause: for else you are Uncertain in your applications. Pray tell me then, why was I mad?
nodes 1132–1184 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 35 of 44 in this edition
Length
498 words · 668 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.819 (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
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Hillaria, if euer you lou'd me, oh, I haue made a faire piece of worke, would you not tell me it was his sister? oh, here they come. He hath confest it, sir, your Daughter heard it, sir, I charge you lay hands vpon that murtherer, he hath slaine my Brother Antonio. Did you heare him confesse it? Here's right, confesse and be hang'd now. I must confesse I did. Bubulcus kill Antonio? By this hand I doe not know how to deny it for my credit. Nay then lay hands on him. Yes Father, Rufaldo, Selina, oh, a plague of all coxcombes, what a rogue was I? I will haue Iustice, away with him. I am a lying rascall by this hand. We must require Antonio from you, sir, or your blood answer his. Away with him, Hillaria. Ile bee hang'd then, Father. Hillaria, will you see me hang'd? There is no remedy: would thou hadst kild his Sister; I am plagued with her, and dare not speake it for shame, Ile doe what I can to get a Repriefe for you; nay, and you kill folkes, you must eene take your fortune. A curse of all ill fortune, I kild no body. Away, I say, out villaine, hence, for I Doe heare my brothers blood for iustice cry. I doe not know this place, nor who you are, Nor know I yet my selfe. Infortunio? That name I once did answer to, but then I was not banisht to a wildernesse, Nor slept on such a bed. Oh, if I be Hee, whom you call Infortunio. Tell me how I came hither, dost thou weepe? I prethee tell me, boy, why doe those teares Drowne thy faire cheekes? but that they will not shew Manly in me, I'de force my eyes to weepe too, And we would sit vpon a banke, and play Drop-teare, till one were bankrout. You amaze me: I aske how I came hither? answer me With other language, if you doe not meane I came by water, which you might expresse too In words as well, nay, better, for you now Are cruel to your selues, and murder me: Tell me, or I shall be mad. Oh, stay: that brought Infortunio hither, You haue now told your selfe, distraction brought you. Ha distraction? now you increase my wonder: Was I mad, or doe not you by answering, Study to make me so? why should I be mad, Or being so, how came I well againe? For if I dreame not, I am well and calme. You owe this Shepheardesse for your restore, Whose skill heauen made so happy. Did you, faire Shepheardesse restore me then, And by your art recouer natures losse? All my wel-beings your's: but yet if you Could so Physicion-like cure the disease Which is but the effect of some distemper, You then should know the cause: for else you are Vncertaine in your applications. Pray tell me then, why was I mad?