Marlowe, Christopher · published 1633 · first performed or written 1589 [c.1589-1590] (Annals) tragedy · Unknown · before the Court T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.75 · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I'll pledge thee, love, and therefore drink it off. sayst thou me so? have at it; and do you hear? Go to, it shall be so. Of that condition I will drink it up; here's to thee. Nay, I'll have all or none. There, if thou lov'st me do not leave a drop. Love thee, fill me three glasses. Three and fifty dozen, I'll pledge thee, knavily spoke, and like a Knight at Arms. hay Rivo Castiliano, a man's a man. Now to the Iew. Ha to the Iew, and send me money you were best. What wouldst thou do if he should send thee none? Do nothing; but I know what I know, He's a murderer. I had not thought he had been so brave a man. You knew Mathias and the governor's son, he and I killed 'em both, and yet never touched 'em. Oh bravely done. I carried the broth that poisoned the Nuns, and he And I snickle hand too fast, strangled a Friar. You two alone. We two, and 'twas never known, nor never shall Be for me. This shall with me unto the Governor. And fit it should: but first let's ha' more gold Come gentle Ithimore, lie in my lap. Love me little, love me long, let music rumble, Whilst I in thy incony lap do tumble. A French Musician, come let's hear your skill? Must tuna my Lute for sound, twang twang first. Wilt drink Frenchman, here's to thee with a— Pox on this drunken hiccup. Gramercy monsieur. prithee, Pilia-borza, bid the Fiddler give me The posy in his hat there. Sirrah, you must give my mistress your posy. A voustre commandement Madam. How sweet, my Ithimore, the flowers smell. Like thy breath, sweetheart, no violet like 'em. Foh, methinks they stink like a hollyhock. So, now I am revenged upon 'em all. The scent thereof was death, I poisoned it. Play, Fiddler, or I'll cut your cat's guts into chitterlings Pardona moy, be no in tune yet; so now, now all be in. Give him a crown, and fill me out more wine. There's two crowns for thee, play. How liberally the villain gives me mine own gold. methinks he fingers very well. So did you when you stole my gold. How swift he runs. You run swifter when yond threw my gold out of My Window. Musician, hast been in Malta long? Two, three, four month Madam. Dost not know a Iew, one Barabas? Very much, monsieur, you no be his man. His man? I scorn the Peasant, tell him so. He knows it already. 'Tis a strange thing of that Iew, he lives upon Pickled Grasshoppers, and sauced mushrooms. What a slave's this? The Governor feeds not as I do. He never put on clean shirt since he was circumcised Oh rascal! I change myself twice a day. The Hat he wears, Iudas left under the Elder When he hanged himself. 'Twas sent me for a present from the great Cham.
before the Court;Phoenix/Cockpit;Whitehall;Indoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 998 · TCP A06991 · DEEP 812
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1918–1986 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 31 of 37 in this edition
Length
502 words · 730 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.751 (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)
I'le pledge thee, loue, and therefore drinke it off. Saist thou me so? haue at it; and doe you heare? Goe to, it shall be so. Of that condition I wil drink it vp; here's to thee. Nay, I'le haue all or none. There, if thou lou'st me doe not leaue a drop. Loue thee, fill me three glasses. Three and fifty dozen, I'le pledge thee, Knauely spoke, and like a Knight at Armes. Hey Riuo Castiliano, a man's a man. Now to the Iew. Ha to the Iew, and send me mony you were best. What wudst thou doe if he should send thee none? Doe nothing; but I know what I know, He's a murderer. I had not thought he had been so braue a man. You knew Mathias and the Gouernors son, he and I kild 'em both, and yet neuer touch'd 'em. Oh brauely done. I carried the broth that poyson'd the Nuns, and he And I snicle hand too fast, strangled a Fryar. You two alone. We two, and 'twas neuer knowne, nor neuer shall Be for me. This shall with me vnto the Gouernor. And fit it should: but first let's ha more gold Come gentle Ithimore, lye in my lap. Loue me little, loue me long, let musicke rumble, Whilst I in thy incoomy lap doe tumble. A French Musician, come let's heare your skill? Must tuna my Lute for sound, twang twang first. Wilt drinke French-man, here's to thee with a — Pox on this drunken hick-vp. Gramercy Mounsier. Prethe, Pilia-borza, bid the Fidler giue me The posey in his hat there. Sirra, you must giue my mistris your posey. A voustre commandemente Madam. How sweet, my Ithimore, the flowers smell. Like thy breath, sweet-hart, no violet like 'em. Foh, me thinkes they stinke like a Holly-Hoke. So, now I am reueng'd vpon 'em all. The scent thereof was death, I poyson'd it. Play, Fidler, or I'le cut your cats guts into chitterlins Pardona moy, be no in tune yet; so now, now all be in. Giue him a crowne, and fill me out more wine. There's two crownes for thee, play. How liberally the villain giues me mine own gold. Me thinkes he fingers very well. So did you when you stole my gold. How swift he runnes. You run swifter when yon threw my gold out of My Window. Musician, hast beene in Malta long? Two, three, foure month Madam. Dost not know a Iew, one Barabas? Very mush, Mounsier, you no be his man. His man? I scorne the Peasant, tell him so. He knowes it already. 'Tis a strange thing of that Iew, he liues vpon Pickled Grashoppers, and sau'd Mushrumbs. What a slaue's this? The Gouernour feeds not as I doe. He neuer put on cleane shirt since he was circumcis'd Oh raskall! I change my selfe twice a day. The Hat he weares, Iudas left vnder the Elder When he hang'd himselfe. 'Twas sent me for a present from the great Cham.