Marlowe, Christopher · published 1633 · first performed or written 1589 [c.1589-1590] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · before the Court T33 Fathers, daughters and marriage negotiat typicality 0.83 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T33: daughter, marriage, father, love, davus, matter, son, chremes, wife, mother.
This is thy Diamond, tell me, shall I have it? Win it, and wear it, it is yet unsoiled, Oh but I know your Lordship would disdain To marry with the daughter of a Iew: And yet I'll give her many a golden cross With Christian posies round about the ring. 'Tis not thy wealth, but her that I esteem, Yet crave I thy consent. And mine you have, yet let me talk to her; This offspring of Cain, this Iebusite That never tasted of the Passover, Nor e'er shall see the land of Canaan, Nor our Messias that is yet to come, This gentle maggot Lodowick I mean, Must be deluded: let him have thy hand, But keep thy heart till Don Mathias comes. What shall I be betrothed to Lodowick? It's no sin to deceive a Christian; For they themselves hold it a principle, Faith is not to be held with Heretics; But all are Heretics that are not Jews; This follows well, and therefore daughter fear not. I have entreated her, and she will grant. Then gentle Abigal plight thy faith to me. I cannot choose, seeing my father bids: Nothing but death shall part my love and me. Now have I that for which my soul hath longed. So have not I, but yet I hope I shall. Oh wretched Abigal, what hast thee done? Why on the sudden is your colour changed? I know not, but farewell, I must be gone. Stay her, but let her not speak one word more. Mute a the sudden; here's a sudden change. Oh muse not at it, 'tis the Hebrews' guise, That maidens new betrothed should weep a while: Trouble her not, sweet Lodowick depart: She is thy wife, and thou shalt be mine heir. Oh, is't the custom, than I am resolved: But rather let the brightsome heavens be dim, And Nature's beauty choke with stifling clouds, Than my fair Abigal should frown on me. There comes the villain, now I'll be revenged. Be quiet Lodowick, it is enough That I have made thee sure to Abigal. Well, let him go. Well, but for me, as you went in at doors You had been stabbed, but not a word on't now; Here must no speeches pass, nor swords be drawn. Suffer me, Barabas, but to follow him. No; so shall I, if any hurt be done, Be made an accessary of your deeds; Revenge it on him when you meet him next. For this I'll have his heart. Do so; lo here I give thee Abigal. What greater gift can poor Mathias have? Shall Lodowick rob me of so fair a love? My life is not so dear as Abigal. My heart misgives me, that to cross your love, he's with your mother, therefore after him. What, is he gone unto my mother? Nay, if you will, stay till she comes herself.
seed 43: T6 · seed 44: T7 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
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This is thy Diamond, tell me, shall I haue it? Win it, and weare it, it is yet vnoyl'd, Oh but I know your Lordship wud disdaine To marry with the daughter of a Iew: And yet I'le giue her many a golden crosse With Christian posies round about the ring. 'Tis not thy wealth, but her that I esteeme, Yet craue I thy consent. And mine you haue, yet let me talke to her; This off-spring of Cain, this Iebusite That neuer tasted of the Passeouer, Nor e're shall see the land of Canaan, Nor our Messias that is yet to come, This gentle Magot Lodowicke I meane, Must be deluded: let him haue thy hand, But keepe thy heart till Don Mathias comes. What shall I be betroth'd to Lodowicke? It's no sinne to deceiue a Christian; For they them slues hold it a principle, Faith is not to be held with Heretickes; But all are Hereticks that are not Iewes; This followes well, and therefore daughter feare not. I haue intreated her, and she will grant. Then gentle Abigal plight thy faith to me. I cannot chuse, seeing my father bids: Nothing but death shall part my loue and me. Now haue I that for which my soule hath long'd. So haue not I, but yet I hope I shall. Oh wretched Abigal, what hast thee done? Why on the sudden is your colour chang'd? I know not, but farewell, I must be gone. Stay her, but let her not speake one word more. Mute a the sudden; here's a sudden change. Oh muse not at it, 'tis the Hebrewes guize, That maidens new betroth'd should weepe a while Trouble her not, sweet Lodowicke depart: Shee is thy wife, and thou shalt be mine heire. Oh, is't the custome, then I am resolu'd: But rathe let the brightsome heauens be dim, And Natures beauty choake with stifeling clouds, Then my faire Abigal should frowne on me. There comes the villaine, now I'le be reueng'd. Be quiet Lodowicke, it is enough That I haue made thee sure to Abigal. Well, let him goe. Well, but for me, as you went in at dores You had bin stab'd, but not a word on't now; Here must no speeches passe, nor swords be drawne. Suffer me, Barabas, but to follow him. No; so shall I, if any hurt be done, Be made an accessary of your deeds; Reuenge it on him when you meet him next. For this I'le haue his heart. Doe so; loe here I giue thee Abigall. What greater gift can poore Mathias haue? Shall Lodowicke rob me of so faire a loue? My life is not so deare as Abigall. My heart misgiues me, that to crosse your loue, Hee's with your mother, therefore after him. What, is he gone vnto my mother? Nay, if you will, stay till she comes her selfe.