Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.72 · 462 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Let him alone, If he love Lords, a God's name let him wear 'em, Provided these consent. I hope they are not So ignorant in any way of profit, As to neglect a possibility To get their own, by seeking it from that Which can return them nothing, but ill fame, And curses for their barbarous cruelties. What think you of the offer? Very well. Accept it by all means: let's shut him up, He is well-shaped and has a villainous tongue, And should he study that way of revenge, As I dare almost swear he loves a wench, We have no wives, nor never shall get daughters That will hold out against him. What's your answer? Speak you for all. Why, let our executions That lie upon the father, be returned Upon the son, and we release the body. The Court must grant you that. I thank your Lordships, They have in it confirmed on me such glory, As no time can take from me: I am ready, Come lead me where you please: captivity That comes with honour, is true liberty. Strange rashness. A brave resolution rather, Worthy a better fortune, but however It is not now to be disputed, therefore To my own cause. Already I have found Your Lordship's bountiful in your favours to me, And that should teach my modesty to end here And press your loves no further. There is nothing The Court can grant, but with assurance you May ask it, and obtain it. You encourage a bold Petitioner, and 'tis not fit Your favours should be lost. Besides, t'as been A custom many years, at the surrendering The place I now give up, to grant the precedent One boon, that parted with it. And to confirm Your grace towards me, against all such as may Detract my actions, and life hereafter, I now prefer it to you. Speak it freely. I then desire the liberty of Romont, And that my Lord Novall whose private wrong Was equal to the injury that was done To the dignity of the Court, will pardon it, And now sign his enlargement. Pray you demand The moiety of my estate, or any thing Within my power, but this. Am I denied then— my first and last request It must not be. I have a voice to give in it. And I. And if persuasion will not work him to it, We will make known our power. You are too violent, You shall have my consent— But would you had Made trial of my love in any thing But this, you should have found then— But it skills not. You have what you desire. I thank your Lordships. The court is up, make way. I follow you— Baumont. My Lord.
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Length
462 words · 577 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.725 (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)
Let him alone, If he loue Lords, a Gods name let him weare 'em, Prouided these consent. I hope they are not So ignorant in any way of profit, As to neglect possibility To get their owne, by seeking it from that Which can returne them nothing, but ill fame, And curses for their barbarous cruelties. What thinke you of the offer? Very well. Accept it by all mes: let's shut him vp, He is well-shaped and has a villanous togue, And should he study that way of renenge, As I dare almost sweare he loues a wench, We haue no wiues, nor neuer shall get daughter That will hold out against him. What's your answer? Speake you for all. Why, let our executions That lye vpon the father, bee return'd Vpon the sonne, and we release the body. The Court must grant you that. I thanke your Lordships, They hae in it confirm'd on me such glory, As no time can take from me: I am ready, Come lead me where you please: captiuity That comes with honour, is true liberty. Strange rashnesse. A braue resolution rather, Worthy a better fortune, but howeuer It is not now to be disputed, therefore To my owne cause. Already I haue found Your Lordships bountifull in your fauours to me, And that should teach my modesty to end heere And presse your loues no further. There is nothing The Court can grant, but with assurance you May aske it, and obtaine it. You incourage a bold Petitioner, and 'tis not fit Your fauours should be lost. Beside, as beene A custome many yeeres, at the surrendring The place I now giue vp, to grant the President One boone, that parted with it. And to confirme Your grace towards me, against all such as may Detract my actions, and life hereafter, I now preferre it to you. Speake it feely. I then desire the liberty of Rmont, And that my Lord Nouall whose priuate wrong Was equall to the iniurie that was done To the dignity of the Court, will pardon it, And now signe his enlargement. Pray you demand The moyety of my estate, or any thing Within my power, but this. Am I denyed then—my first and last request It must not be. I haue a voyce to giue in it. And I. And if perswasion will not worke him to it, We will make knowne our power. You are too violent, You shall haue my consent—But wold you had Made tryall of my loue in any thing But this, you should haue found then—But it skills not You haue what you desire. I thanke your Lordships. The court is vp, make way. I follow you—Baumont. My Lord.