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 0.77 · 437 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
May it please the Court, I may be heard. You come not To rail again? but do, you shall not find Another Rochfort. In Novall I cannot. But I come furnished with what will stop The mouth of his conspiracy against the life innocent Charaloys. Do you know this Character? Yes, 'tis my sons. May it please your Lordships, read it, And you shall find there, with what vehemency He did solicit Beaumelle, how he had got A promise from her to enjoy his wishes, How after he abjured her company, And yet, but that 'tis fit I spare the dead, Like a damned villain, as soon as recorded, He broke that oath, to make this manifest. Produce his bands and hers. Have they took their oaths? They have and rather than endure the rack, Confess the time, the meeting, nay the act; What would you more? only this matron made A free discovery to a good end; And therefore I sue to the Court, she may not Be placed in the black list of the delinquents. I see by this, Nouals revenge needs me, And I shall do. 'Tis evident. That I Till now was never wretched, here's no place To curse him or my stars. Lord Charalois, The injuries you have sustained, appear So worthy of the mercy of the Court, That notwithstanding you have gone beyond The letter of the Law, they yet acquit you. But in Novall, I do condemn him thus. I am slain. Can I look on? Oh murderous wretch, Thy challenge now I answer to die with him, A guard: disarm him. I yield up my sword Unforced. Oh Charlaloys. For shame Romont, Mourn not for him that dies as he hath lived, Still constant and unmoved: what's fall'n upon me, Is by heaven's will, because I made myself A judge in my own cause without their warrant: But he that lets me know thus much in death, With all good men forgive me. I receive the vengeance, which my love Not built on virtue, has made me worthy, worthy of. We are taught By this sad precedent, how just soever Our reasons are to remedy our wrongs, W are yet to leaue them to their will and power, That to that purpose have authority. For you, Romont, although in your excuse You may plead, what you did, was in revenge Of the dishonour done unto the Court: Yet since from us you had not warrant for it, We banish you the State: for these, they shall, As they are found guilty, or innocent, Be set free, or suffer punishment.
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Length
437 words · 567 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.772 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
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)
May it please the Court, I may be heard. You come not To raile againe? but doe, you shall not finde Anothr Rochfort. In Nouall I cannot. But I come furnished with what will stop The mouth of his conspiracy against the life O innocen Charaloys. Doe you know this Character? Yes, 'tis my sonnes. May it please your Lordships, reade it, And you shall finde there, with what vehemency He did sollicite Beaumelle, how he had got A promise from her to inioy his wishes, How after he abiur'd her company, And yet, but that 'tis fit I spare the dead, Like a damnd villaine, assoone as recorded, He brake that oath, to make this manifest. Produce his bands and hers. Haue they tooke their oahes? They haue and rather then indure the racke, Confesse the time, the meeting, nay the act; What would you more? onely this matron made A free discouery to a good end; And therefore sue to the Court, she may not Be plac'd in the blacke list of the delinquents. I see by this, Nouals reuenge needs me, And I shall doe. 'Tis euident. That I Till now was neuer wretched, here's no place To curse him or my stars. Lord Charalois, The iniuries you haue sustain'd, appeare So worthy of the mercy of the Court, That notwithstanding you haue gone beyond The letter of the Law, they yet acquit you. But in Nouall, I doe condemne him thus I am slayne. Can I looke on? Oh murderous wretch, Thy challenge now I answer o die with him, A guard: disarme him. I yel vp my sword Vnforc'd. Oh Chraloys. For shame Rmont, Mourn not for him that dies as he hath liu'd, Still constant and vnmou'd: what's falne vpon me, Is by Heauens will, because I made my selfe A udge in my owne cause without their warrant: But he that lets me know thus much in death, With all good men forgiue mee. I receiue the vegeance, which my loue Not built on vertue, ha made me worthy, worthy of. We are taught By this sad president, how iust soeuer Our reasons are to remedy our wrongs, W are yet to leaue them to their will and power, That to that purpose haue uhority. For you, Romont, although in your excuse You may plead, what you did, was in reuenge Of the dishonour done vnto the Court: Yet since from vs you had not warrant for it, We banish you the State: for these, they shall, As they are found guilty, or innocent, Be set free, or suffer punishment.