Massinger, Philip · published 1632 · first performed or written 1621 [1621-1622; prologue, 1629/30(?)] (Annals) tragicomedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men · Phoenix/Cockpit T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.81 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Oh, how have I strayed, And wilfully, out of the noble tract Marked me by virtue! Till now, I was never Truly a prisoner; to excuse my late Captivity, I might allege the malice Of fortune; you that conquered me confessing Courage in my defence was no way wanting But now I have surrendered up my strengths Into the power of vice, and on my forehead Branded with mine own hand in capital letters Disloyal, and Ingrateful, though barred from Humane society, and hissed into Some desert ne'er yet haunted with the curses Of men and women, sitting as a judge Upon my guilty self, I must confess It justly falls upon me, and one tear Shed in compassion of my sufferings more. Then I can hope for. This compunction For the wrong that you have done me, though you should Fix here, and your true sorrow move no further, Will in respect I loved once, make these eyes Two springs of sorrow for you. In your pity My cruelty shows more monstrous, yet I am not, Though most ingrateful, grown to such a height Of impudence, as in my wishes only To ask your pardon. If as now I fall Prostrate before your feet, you will vouchsafe To act your own revenge, treading upon me As a viper eating through the bowels of Your benefits, to whom with liberty I owe my being, 'twill take from the burden That now is insupportable. Pray you rise, As I wish peace, and quiet to my soul I do forgive you heartily, yet excuse me: Though I deny myself a blessing that By the favour of the Duchess seconded, With your submission is offered to me Let not the reason I allege for't grieve you, You have been false once. I have done. And if When I am married (as this day I will be) As a perfect sign of your atonement with me You wish me joy, I will receive it for Full satisfaction of all obligations In which you stand bound to me. I will do it, And what's more, in despite of sorrow, live To see myself undone, beyond all hope To be made up again. My blood begins To come to my heart again. Pray you Signior Syl. Call in the holy Friar. he's prepared For finishing the work. I knew I was The man. Heaven make me thankful Who is this? His Father was the banker of Palermo, And this the heir of his great wealth, his wisdom Was not hereditary. Though you know me not, Your Majesty owes me a round Sum, I have A seal, or two to witness, yet if you please To wear my colours, and dance at my wedding I'll never sue you. And I'll grant your suit, Gracious Madonna, Noble, General, Brave Captains and my quondam rivals wear 'em Since I am confident you dare not harbour A thought, but that way currant.
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Length
492 words · 615 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.811 (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)
Oh, how have I stray'd, And wilfully, out of the noble tract Mark'd mee by vertue! 'Till now, I was never Truely a prisoner; to excuse my late Captivity, I might alleage the malice Of fortune; you that conquer'd me confessing Courage in my defence was no way wanting But now I have surrendred up my strengths Into the power of vice, and on my forehead Branded with mine owne hand in capitall letters Dsloyall, and Ingratefull, though barr'd from Humane society, and hiss'd into Some desert nere yet haunted with the curses Of men and women, sitting as a judge Vpon my guilty selfe, I must confesse It justly falls upon me, and one teare Shed in compassion of my suffrings more. Then I can hope for. This compuncion For the wrong that you have done me, though you should Fix hre, and your true sorrow move no further, Will in respect I lov'd once, make these eies Two springs of sorrow for you. In your pittie My cruelty shewes more monstrous, yet I am not, Though most ingratfull, grown to such a height Of impudence, as in my wishes onely To aske your pardon. If as now I fall Prostrate before your feete, you will vouchsafe To act your owne revenge, treading upon me As a viper eating through the bowels of Your benefits, to whom with libertie I owe my being, 'twill take from the burthen That now is insupportable. Pray you rise, As I wish peace, and quiet to my soule I do forgive you heartily, yet excuse me: Though I deny my selfe a blessing that By the favour of the Dutchesse seconded, With your submission is offer'd to me Let not the reason I alleage for't grieve you, You have been false once. I have done. And if When I am married (as this day I will be) As a perfit signe of your attonement with me You wish e joy, I will eceive it for Full satisfaction of all obligations In which you stand bound to me. I will doe it, And what's more, in despite of sorrow, live To see my selfe vndone, beyond all hope To be made up againe. My blood begins To come to my heart againe. Pray you Signior Syl. Call in the holy Frier. Hee's prepar'd For finishing the worke. I knew I was The man. Heaven make mee thankfull Who is this? His Father was the banker of Palermo, And this the heyre of his great wealth, his wisdome Was not hereditarie. Though you know me not, Your Majesty owes me a round Sum, I have A sele, or two to witnesse, yet if you please To weare my colours, and dance at my wedding I'll never sue you. And I'll grant yor suite, Gracios Maddona, Noble, Generall, Brave Captaines and my quondam rivalls wer 'em Since I am confident you dare not harbour A thought, but that way currant.