Hausted, Peter · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 19] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.76 · 518 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I must Defer my just revenge I see a little. He must not know that I am angry, not How I am gulled. Thou base unworthy man. Would you could raise your voice a little sir, You are not heard. Thou stain of all mankind. Thou owest thy life unto my Lucius. I am not now at leisure for to kill thee. Nor I for to be killed for a trick I know. Are you drawn dry so quickly, Mr Lickthumbe? Have you no more good names in pickle for me? Nay come i'faith, let's have another bout. But is he gone? he must not so escape me. Where is my daughter? where is my daughter, rascal? Ah Isabella. So: but Sir resolve me, Have ye no Empirics? no Physicians I'th' City, that you thus do send your mad men Into the country to be cured? but Sir I'll leave you. But I will not so leave you. You will not? No, I'll be a torment to thee. You will? but yet take heed that your ill language Procures not me to turn Physician. This sword of mine opens a vein but harshly, Do you hear. Have you a desire to see The glorious heaven's Epitome? Or an abstract of the Spring? Adonis garden? or a thing Fuller of wonder, Nature's shop displayed, Hung with the choicest pieces she has made? Here behold it open laid. Or else would you bless your eyes With a type of paradise? Or behold how Poets feign Ioue to sit amidst his train? Or see (what made Actaeon rue) Diana 'mongst her Virgin crew? Lift up your eyes and view. Why so then, now we are all alone. We? you great near, What have you pigs in your belly? by'r Lady, If I wist I had, I would not unkennel this secret yet, well if there Were hog's in my belly too, I see that it will out; This mouth of mine was not cut out for secrets— O wicked servant! lewd daughter! O Merda, Merda, thou hast lost thyself For ever, thou hast defiled my house, my good name, my family. As I even now came from my sheep, I found my daughter, at her nooning forsooth, fast asleep upon her bed, and there was she (as she uses often) campering to herself alone in her sleep, 'scoursing to herself, but what was her discourse think you? Not about her housewifery; not how many hens were with egg, but fie upon you Ieoffry are you not ashamed? O! Ah! fie upon you Ieoffry are you not ashamed to touch one by the skin? I'll tell my father (never move) if you will not be quiet. ay, I by'r Lady, worse than this, worse stuff than this, what shall I say? without all doubt this left legged-rascal has dubbed me Grandfather without Matrimony. But peace and catch a mouse cry I, some wiser than some, old birds will not be catched with shaffe. I have a trick in store if it will take, to be revenged sufficiently— no more. Ieoffry, Why Ieoffry.
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Length
518 words · 702 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.764 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I muſt Deferre my iuſt reuenge I ſee a little. He muſt not know that I am angry, not How I am gulld. Thou baſe unworthy man. Would you could raiſe your voyce a little ſir, You are not heard. Thou ſtaine of all mankind. Thou oweſt thy life unto my Lucius. I am not now at leaſure for to kill thee. Nor I for to be kild for a trick I know. Are you drawne drie ſo quickly, Mr Lickthumbe? Haue you no more good names in pickle for me? Nay come ifaith, let's haue an other bout. But is he gone? he muſt not ſo eſcape me. Where is my daughter? where is my daughter, raſcall? Ah Iſabella. So: but Sir reſolue mee, Haue yee no Empericks? no Phyſitians I'th Citty, that you thus doe ſend your mad men Into the country to be cur'd? but Sir I'le leaue you. But I will not ſo leaue you. You will not? No, I'le be a torment to thee. You will? but yet take heed that your ill language Procures not me to turne Phyſician. This ſword of mine opens a veine but harſhly, Doe you heare. Haue you a deſire to ſee The glorious heavens Epitome? Or an abſtract of the Spring? Adonis garden? or a thing Fuller of wonder, Natures ſhop diſplay'd, Hung with the choyceſt pieces ſhe has made? Here behold it open layd. Or elſe would you bleſſe your eyes With a type of paradiſe? Or behold how Poets faine Ioue to ſit amidst his traine? Or ſee (what made Acteon rue) Diana 'mongst her Virgin crue? Lift up your eyes and view. Why ſo then, now we are all alone. We? you great neare, What haue you pig's in your belly? by'r Lady, If I wiſt I had, I would not vnkennell this ſecret yet, well if there Were hog's in my belly too, I ſee that it will out; This mouth of mine was not cut out for ſecret's— O wicked ſeruant! lewd daughter! O Merda, Merda, thou haſt loſt thy ſelfe For euer, thou haſt defiled my houſe, my good name, my family. As I even now came from my ſheepe, I found my daughter, at her nooning forſooth, faſt a ſlepe vpon her bed, and there was ſhee (as ſhee vſes often) campring to her ſelfe alone in her ſleepe, 'ſcourſing to her ſelfe, but what was her 'ſcourſe thinke you? Not about her huſwifery; not how many hens were with egge, but fie vpon you Ieoffry are you not aſhamed? O! Ah! fie vpon you Ieoffry are you not aſhamed to touch one by the skinne? Ile tell my father (nere moue) if you will not bee quiet. I, I by'r Lady, worſe then this, worſe ſtuffe then this, what ſhall I ſay? without all doubt this left legd-raſcall has dub'd mee Gran-father without Matrimony. But peace and catch a mouſe cry I, ſome wiſer then ſome, old birds will not be catch'd wih ſhaffe. I haue a trick in ſtore if it will take, to be reueng'd ſufficiently—no more. Ieoffry, Why Ieoffry.