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 0.75 · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
O Beaumelle, That you can speak so well, and do so ill! But you had been too great a blessing, if You had continued chaste: see how you force me To this, because mine honour will not yield That I again should love you. In this life It is not fit you should: yet you shall find, Though I was bold enough to be a strumpet, I dare not yet live one: let those famed matrons That are canonized worthy of our sex, Transcend me in their sanctity of life, I yet will squall them in dying nobly, Ambitious of no honour after life, B that when I am dead, you will forgiue me. How pity steals upon me! should I hear her ten words more, I were lost— one knocks, go in. That to be merciful should be a sin. O, sir, most welcome. Let me take your cloak, I must not be denied— here are your robes, As you love justice once more put them on: There is a cause to be determined of That does require such an integrity, As you have ever used— I'll put you to The trial of your constancy, and goodness: And look that you that have been eagle-eyed In other men's affairs, prove not a Mole In what concerns yourself. Take you your seats I will be for you presently. Angels guard me, To what strange Tragedy does this destruction Serve for a Prologue? So, set it down before The judgement seat, and stand you at the bar: For me? I am the accuser. And Beaumelle my daughter in the place O one to be arraig'd. O, are you touched? find that I must take another course, Fear nothing. I will only blind your eyes, For justice should do so, when 'tis to meet n obiect that may sway her equall doome From what it should be aimed at.— Good my Lord, A day of hearing. It is granted, speak— you shall have justice. I then here accuse, Most equal judge, the prisoner your fair Daughter. For whom I owed so much to you: your daughter, So worthy in her own parts: and that worth Set forth by yours, to whose so rare perfections, Truth witness with me, in the place of service I almost paid Idolatrous sacrifice To be a false adultress. With whom? With this Novall here dead. Be well advised And ere you say adulteress again, Her fame depending on it, be most sure That she is one. I took them in the act. I know no proof beyond it. O my heart. A judge should feel no passions. Yet remember He is a man, and cannot put off nature. What answer makes the prisoner? I confess The fact I am charged with, and yield myself Most miserably guilty.
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Length
470 words · 595 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.752 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
O Beaumelle, That yo can speake so well, and doe so ill! But you had bin too great a blessing, if You had continued chast: see how you force me To this, because mine honour will not yeeld That I againe should loue you. In this life It is not fit you shoud: yet you shall finde, Though I was bold enough to be a strumpet, I dare not yet liue one: let those fam'd matrones That are canoniz'd worthy of our sex, Transcend me in their sanctity of life, I yet will quall them in dying nobly, Ambitious of no honour after life, B that when I am dead, you will forgiue me. How pity steales vpon me! should I heare her en words more, I were lost—one knocks, go in. to be mercifull shuld be a sinne. , sir, most welcome. Lt me take your cloake, not be denyed —here are your robes, you loue iustice once more put them on: ere is a cause to be determind of That doe's requie such an integrity, As you haue euer vs'd—ile put you to The ryall of your constancy, and goodnesse: And looke that you that haue beene Eagle-eyd In other mens affaires, proue not a Mole In what concernes your selfe. Tke you your seate I wil be for you presently. Angels guard me, To what strange Tragedy does this destruction Serue for a Prologue? So, set it downe before The udgement seate, and stand you at the bar: For me? I am the accuser. And Beaumelle my daughter in the place O one to be arraig'd. O, are you touch'd? finde that I must take an other course, eare nothing. I will onely blinde your eyes, or Iustice should do so, when 'tis to meete n obiect that may sway her equall doome From what it should be aim'd at.— Good my Lord, A day of hearing. It is granted, speake—you shall haue iustice. I then here accuse, Most equall Iudge, the prisoner your faire Daughter. For whom I owed so much to you: your daughter, So worthy in her owne parts: and that worth St forth by yours, to whose so rare perfections, Truth witnesse with me, in the place of seruice I most pay'd Idolatrous sacrifice To be a alse advltresse. With whom? With this Nouall here dead. Be wel aduis'd And ere you say adultresse againe, Her fame depending on it, be most sure That she is one. I tooke them in the act. I know no proofe beyond it. O my heart. A Iudge should feele no passions. Yet remember He is a man, and cannot put off nature. What answere makes the prisoner? I confesse The fact I am charg'd with, and yeeld my selfe Most miserably guilty.