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 0.83 · 494 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
You have reason To give you warrant for't; my falling off From such a friendship with the scorn that answered Your too prophetic counsel, may well move you To think, your meeting me going to my death, A fit encounter for that hate which justly I have deserved from you. Shall I still then Speak truth, and be ill understood? You are not. I am conscious, I have wronged you, and allow me Only a moral man to look on you, Whom foolishly I have abused and injured, Must of necessity be more terrible to me, Than any death the judges can pronounce From the tribunal which I am to plead at. Passion transports you. For what I have done To my false Lady, or Novall, I can Give some apparent cause: but touching you, In my defence, childlike, I can say nothing, But I am sorry for't, a poor satisfaction: And yet mistake me not: for it is more Than I will speak, to have my pardon signed For all I stand accused of. You much weaken the strength of your good cause, Should you but think A man for doing well could entertain A pardon, were it offered, you have given To blind and slow-paced justice, wings, and eyes To see and overtake impieties, Which from a cold proceeding had received Indulgence or protection. Think you so? Upon my soul nor should the blood you challenge And took to cure your honour, breed more scruple In your soft conscience, then if your sword Had been sheathed in a Tiger, or she Bear, That in their bowels would have made your tomb To injure innocence is more than murder: But when inhuman lusts transform us, then As beasts we are to suffer, not like men To be lamented. Nor did Charalois ever Perform an act so worthy the applause Of a full theater of perfect men, As he hath done in this: the glory got By overthrowing outward enemies, Since strength and fortune are main sharers in it, We cannot but by pieces call our own: But when we conquer our intestine foes, Our passions breed within us, and of those The most rebellious tyrant powerful love, Our reason suffering us to like no longer Then the fair object being good deserves it, That's true victory, which, were great men Ambitious to achieve, by your example Setting no price upon the breach of faith, But loss of life, 'twould fright adultery Out of their families, and make lust appear As loathsome to us in the first consent, As when 'tis waited on by punishment. You have confirmed me. Who would love a woman That might enjoy in such a man, a friend? You have made me know the justice of my cause, And marked me out the way, how to defend it. Continue to that resolution constant, And you shall, in contempt of their worst malice, Come off with honour. Here they come.
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Length
494 words · 603 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.828 (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)
You haue reason To giue you warrant for't; my falling off From such a friendship with the scorne that answered Your too propheticke counsell, may well moue you To thinke, your meeting me going to my death, A fit encounter for that hate which iustly I haue deser'd from you. Shall I still then Speake truth, and be ill vnderstood? You are not. I am conscious, I haue wrong'd you, and allow me Onely a morall man to looke on you, Whom foolishly I haue abus'd and iniur'd, Must of necessity be more terrible to me, hen any death the Iudges can pronounce From the tribunall which I am to plead at. Passion transports you. For what I haue done To my false Lady, or Nouall, I can Giue some apparent cause: but touching you, In my defence, childlike, I can say nothing, But I am sorry for't, a poore satisfaction: And yet mistake me not: for it is more Then I will speake, to haue my pardon sign'd For all I stand accus'd of. You much weaken the strength of your good cause, Should you but thinke A man for doing well could entertaine A pardon, were it offred, you haue giuen To blinde and slow-pac'd iustice, wings, and eyes To see and ouertake impieties, Which from a cold proceeding had receiu'd Idulgence or protection. Thinke you so? Vpon my soule nor should the blood you chalenge And tooke to cure your honour, breed more scruple In your soft conscience, then if your sword Had bin sheath'd in a Tygre, or she Beare, That in their bowels would haue made your tombe To iniure innocence is more then murther: But when inhumane lusts transforme vs, then As beasts we are to suffer, not like men To be lamented. Nor did Charalois euer Perform an act so worthy the applause Of a full theater of perfect men, As he hath done in this: the glory got By ouerthrowing outward enemies, Since strength and fortune are maine sharers in it, We cannot but by pieces call our own: But when we conquer our intestine foes, Our passions breed within vs, and of those The most rebllious tyrant powerfull loue, Our reason sffering vs to like no longer Ten the faire obiect being good deserues it, Ta's true victory, which, were great men Ambitious to achiue, by your example Setting no price vpon the breach of fayth, Bt lss of ife, 'twould fright adultery Ou of their families, and make lust appeare As lothsome to vs in the first consen, As when 'tis wayted on by punishment. You haue confirm'd me. Who would loue a woman That might inioy in such a man, a friend? You haue made me know the iustice of my cause, An mark't me out the way, how to defend it. Continue to that resolution constant, And you shall, in contempt of their worst malice, Come off with honour. Heere they come.