Randolph, Thomas · published 1632 · first performed or written 1632 [Mar 20] (Annals) comedy · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.88 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I'll pay double for thee. Shall I prevail in my request? Ask these.— thouart apprehensive, to the purpose then; Have you not in the temple some deep vault Ordained for burial? Yes. Then I proceed: We have tonight performed the last of service That piety can pay to our dead friends. 'Twas charitably done. We brought 'em hither To their last home.— Now Sir, they both being guilty Of their own deaths, I fear the laws of Thebes Deny 'em burial. It would grieve me, Sir, (For friendship cannot be so soon forgot; Especially, so firm a one as ours) To have 'em cast a prey to Wolves and Eagles. Sir, these religious thoughts have brought me hither Now at the dead of night; to entreat you, To cast their coffins into some deep vault, And to inter 'em.— O my Tyndarus, All memory shall fail me, ere my thoughts Can leave th' impression of that love I bear thee. Thou left'st me half of all the land thou hadst; And should I not provide thee so much earth As I can measure by thy length, heaven curse me! Sir, if your courtesy had not bound me yours, This act of goodness had. So true a friend No age records.— Farewell.— This work succeeds! Posterity, that shall this story get, May learn from hence an art to counterfeit. HEre was a strange deliverance! who can be So confident of fortune, as to say, I now am safe? This villain has revealed All our designs to Pamphilus and Evadne: And they with bribes and hopes of an inheritance, If you were dead indeed, have won this rascal To this black treason.— What foul crimes can Lust Prompt her base vassals to!— Here let us end Our busy search, and travel o'er the world, To see if any cold and Northern climate Have entertained lost Virtue, long since fled Our warmer country. Ha!—'Tis so!—'Tis so! I see it with clear eyes.— O cursed plot! And are you brooding crocodiles? I may chance To break the serpent's egg, ere you have hatched The viper to perfection. Come Techmessa, My anger will no longer be confined To patient silence: Tedious expectation Is but a foolish fire by night, that leads The traveller out on's way— Break forth, my wrath: Break like a deluge of consuming fire, And scorch 'em both to ashes, in a flame Hot as their lust.— No:— 'Tis too base a blood For me to spill.— Let 'em e'en live t'engender A brood of monsters:— May perpetual jealousy Wait on their beds, and poison their embraces With just suspicions: may their children be Deformed, and fright the mother at the birth: May they live long, and wretched; all men's hate, And yet have misery enough for pity: May they be long a dying— of diseases Painful, and loathsome:— Passion, do not hurry me To this unmanly womanish revenge. Wilt thou curse Tyndarus when thou wear'st a sword? But ha, hark, observe!—
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500 words · 679 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.884 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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I'le pay double for thee. Shall I prevail in my request? Ask these.— Th'art apprehensive, to the purpose then; Have you not in the temple some deep vault Ordain'd for buriall? Yes. Then I proceed: We have to night perform'd the last of service That piety can pay to our dead friends. 'Twas charitably done. We brought 'um hither To their last home.—Now Sir, they both being guilty Of their own deaths, I fear the laws of Thebes Deny 'um buriall. It would grieve me, Sir, (For friendship cannot be so soon forgot; Especially, so firm a one as ours) To have 'um cast a prey to Wolves and Eagles. Sir, these religious thoughts have brought me hither Now at the dead of night; to intreat you, To cast their coffins into some deep vault, And to interre 'um.—O my Tyndarus, All memory shall fail me, e're my thoughts Can leave th' impression of that love I beare thee. Thou left'ft me half of all the land thou hadst; And should I not provide thee so much earth As I can measure by thy length, heaven curse me! Sir, if your courtesie had not bound me yours, This act of goodnesse had. So true a friend No age records.—Farewell.—This work succeeds! Posterity, that shall this story get, May learn from hence an art to counterfeit. HEre was a strange deliverance! who can be So confident of fortune, as to say, I now am safe? This villain has reveal'd All our designes to Pamphilus and Evadne: And they with bribes and hopes of an inheritance, If you were dead indeed, have won this rascall To this black treason.—What foul crimes can Lust Prompt her base vassals to!—Here let us end Our busie search, and travell o're the world, To see if any cold and Northern climat Have entertain'd lost Vertue, long since fled Our warmer countrey. Ha!—'Tis so!—'Tis so! I see it with cleare eyes.—O cursed plot! And are you brooding crocodiles? I may chance To break the serpents egge, e're you have hatch'd The viper to perfection. Come Techmessa, My anger will no longer be confin'd To patient silence: Tedious expectation Is but a foolish fire by night, that leads The traveller out on's way—Break forth, my wrath: Break like a deluge of consuming fire, And scorch 'um both to ashes, in a flame Hot as their lust.—No:—'Tis too base a bloud For me to spill.—Let 'um e'ne live t'ingender A brood of monsters:—May perpetuall jealousie Wait on their beds, and poyson their embraces With just suspicions: may their children be Deform'd, and fright the mother at the birth: May they live long, and wretched; all mens hate, And yet have misery enough for pity: May they be long a dying—of diseases Painfull, and loathsome:—Passion, do not hurrie me To this unmanly womanish revenge. Wilt thou curse Tyndarus when thou wear'st a sword? But ha, heark, observe!—