Field, Nathan / Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1619 [1617-1619] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Blackfriars T46 Swords, quarrels and valour typicality 0.88 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Ah! That women, when they are well pleased, cannot hold, But must laugh out. Help, save me, murder, murder. Undone forever. Oh, my heart! Hold yet a little— do not hope to scape By flight, it is impossible: though I might On all advantage take thy life, and justly; This sword, my father's sword, that ne'er was drawn, But to a noble purpose, shall not now Do th' office of a hangman, I reserve it To right mine honour, not for a revenge So poor, that though with thee, it should cut off Thy family, with all that are allied To thee in lust, or baseness, 'twere still short of All terms of satisfaction. Draw. I dare not, I have already done you too much wrong, To fight in such a cause. Why, darest thou neither Be honest, coward, nor yet valiant, knave? In such a cause come do not shame thyself Such whose bloods wrongs, or wrong done to themselves Could never heat, are yet in the defence Of their whores, daring look on her again. You thought her worth the hazard of your soul, And yet stand doubtful in her quarrel, to Venture your body. No, he fears his clothes, more than his flesh Keep from me, guard thy life, Or as thou hast lived like a goat, thou shalt Die like a sheep. Since there's no remedy Despair or safety now in me prove courage. How soon weak wrong's o'erthrown lend me your hand, Bear this to the caroche— come, you have taught me To say you must and shall: I wrong you not, Y'are but to keep him company you love. Is't done? 'tis well. Raise officers, and take care, All you can apprehend within the house May be forth coming. Do I appear much moved? No sir. My griefs are now, Thus to be borne Hereafter I'll find time and place to mourn. I was bound to seek you, sir. And had you found me In any place, but in the street, I should Have done,— not talked to you. Are you the Captain? The hopeful Pontalier? whom I have seen Do in the field such service, as then made you Their envy that commanded, here at home To play the parasite to a gilded knave, And it may be the Pander. Without this I come to call you to account, for what Is passed already. I by your example Of thankfulness to the dead General By whom you were raised, have practised to be so To my good Lord Novall, by whom I live; Whose least disgrace that is, or may be offered, With all the hazard of my life and fortunes, I will make good on you, or any man, That has a hand in't; and since you allow me A Gentleman and a soldier, there's no doubt You will except against me. You shall meet With a fair enemy, you understand The right I look for, and must have. I do, And with the next day's sun you shall hear from me.
nodes 1966–2035 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 42 in this edition
Length
510 words · 654 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T46 — Swords, quarrels and valourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.880 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T42 · seed 44: T42 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Ah! That woen, when they are well pleas'd, cannot hold, But must laugh out. Helpe, aue me, murther, murther. Vndone foreuer. Oh, my heart! Hold yet a little—doe not hope to scape By flight, it is impossible: though I might On all aduantage take thy life, and iustly; This sword, my fathers sword, that nere was drawne, But to a noble purpose, shall not now Doe th' office of a hangman, I reserue it To right mine honour, not for a reuenge So poore, that though with thee, it should cut off Thy family, with all that are allyed To thee in lust, or basenesse, 'twere still short of All termes of satisfaction. Draw. I dare not, I haue already done you too much wrong, To fight in such a cause. Why, darest thou neyther Be honest, coward, nor yet valiant, knaue? In such a cause come doe not shame thy selfe Such whose bloods wrongs, or wrong done to themselues Could neuer heate, are yet in the defence Of their whores, daring looke on her againe. You thought her worth the hazard of your soule, And yet stand doubtfull in her quarrell, to Venture your body. No, he feares his cloaths, more then his flesh Keepe from me garde thy life, Or as thou hast liu'd like a goate, thou shalt Dye like a sheepe. Since ther's no remedy Despaire o safety now in me proue courage. How soone weak wrong's orth owne lend me your hand, Beare this to the Caroach—come, you haue taught me To say you must and shall: I wrong you not, Y'are but to keepe him company you loue. Is't don? 'tis well. Raise officers, and take care, All you can apprehend within the house May be forth comming. Do I appeare much mou'd? No sir. My griefes are now, Thus to be borne Hereafter ie finde time and place to mourne. I was bound to seeke you, sir. And had you found me In any place, but in the streete, I should Haue done,—not talk'd to you. Ae you the Captaine? The hopefull Pontalier? whom I haue seene Doe in the filo such seuic, as then made you Their enuy that commanded, here at home To play the parasite to a gilded knaue, And it may be the Pander. Without this I come to call yu to account, for what Is past already. I by yur example Of thankfulnesse to the dead Generall By whom you were rais'd, haue practis'd to be so To my good Lord Nouall, by whom I liue; Whose least disgrace that is, or may be offred, With all the hazzard of my life and fortunes, I will make good on you, or any man, That has a hand in't; and since you allowe me A Gentlman and a souldier, there's no doubt You will except against me. You shall meete With a faire enemy, you vnderstand The right I looke for, and must haue. I doe, And with the next dayes sunne you shall heare from me.