Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Traitor · chunk 16 of 38

Shirley, James · published 1635 · first performed or written 1631 [licensed for stage, May 4] (Annals)
tragedy · Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 526 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.

These are but sprinklings of his treason. Will you justify this? did I any of these things you tadpole? Hold yourself contented my Lord, he that is brought to the bar in case of treason, must look to have more objected than he can answer, or any man is able to justify. I confess and please your good Lordships. Mark, he will confess. That's the the way to be sent of a headless errand, indeed I confess that I never intended any treason to his highness, nor ever sought the PRINCE's life, true it is, that I heard of a conspiracy. That that my Lord hath overthrown him, he sayeth he never sought the PRINCE's life, ergo he sought his death, beside he hath heard of treason, now he that heareth and discovereth not is equally guilty in fact: for in offences of this nature there are not accessaries, ergo he is a principal, and being a principal Traitor, he deserveth condemnation. Shall I not speak? No, traitors must not be suffered to speak, for when they have leave, they have liberty, and he that is a Traitor deserveth to be close Prisoner. All that this fellow hath uttered, is false and forged, abominable lies. I will speak truth, and I will be heard, and no man else in this place. I never dreamt of a hunting saddle, nor never had so much as a thought of any prayer book. You sit hear to do justice, I speak for the Duke and the safety of the common wealth. As for pistols, 'tis well known I could never endure the report one 'em, I defy powder and shot as I do him that accuseth me. I defy all the world that will hear a Traitor speak, for himself, 'tis against the Law which provides that no man shall defend treason, and he that speaks for himself being a Traitor, doth defend his treason, thou art a Capital obstreperous malefactor. Thou art a madman: Go to you have played the fool too much. Thou continual motion cease, a pox upon thee hold thy tongue. The pox won't serve your turn. Why then this shall. Hold, hold good my Lord, I am sensible, I ha' done, imagine I ha' done, I but obeyed your Lordship, whose baton I find stronger than my imagination, my Lord you will answer this to strike i'th' Court thus? I Am as weary— hark Rogero one knocks, see, see there's to make thee amends see good and say nothing pray heaven it be no pursuivant. Petruchio my Lord, Pisano's Secretary. But Lorenzo's Engine a very knave, My very good Lord. What's here? it can be no goodness: My very good Lord. No matter and you were both hanged, Rogero, show him the Wine-cellar: let me see, I must report the Duke's death, I cannot abide this word Death, yet he desires me but to report it, hum, if it be false, why so much the better; there will be the less harm in't, if it should prove true, they will believe me another time: Well I will drink myself half drunk, and be fortified.
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PlayThe Traitor
AuthorShirley, James
Publication year (edition)1635
First performance / composition (Annals)1631 [licensed for stage, May 4]
First performance (BritDrama)1631 [May]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Henrietta Maria's Men
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1027 · TCP A12154 · DEEP 842
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 994–1022 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 38 in this edition
Length526 words · 692 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour at 0.813
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
These are but sprinklings of his treason. Will you justifie this? did I any of these things you tadpole? Hold your selfe contented my Lord, he that is brought t the barre in case of treason, must looke to have more objected then hee can answere, or any man is able to justifie. I confesse and please your good Lordships. Marke, hee will confesse. Thats the the way to be sent of a headles errand▪ indeed I confesse that I never intēded any treasō to his highnes, nor ever sought the princes life, true it is, that I heard of a conpiracie. That that my Lord hath overthrowne him, he saieth hee never sought the princes life, ergo he sought his death, besides he hath heard of treason, now he that heareth and discovereth not is equally guilty in fact: for in offences of this nature there are not accessaries, ergo hee is a principall, and beeing a principal Traitor, hee deserveth condemnation. Shall I not speake? No, traitors must not be sufferd to speake, for when they have leave, they have liberty, and hee that is a Traitor deserveth to bee close Prisoner. All that this fellow hath vtterd, is false and forgd, abhominable lyes. I will speake truth, and I will be heard, and no man else in this place. I never dre'mt of a hunting saddle, nor never had so much as a thought of any prayer booke. You sit heare to do justice, I speak for the Duke and the safety of the common wealth. As for pistols, tis well knowne I could never indure the report one e'm, I defie powder and shot as I doe him that accuseth mee. I defie al the world that wil heare a Traitor speak, for himselfe, tis against the Law which provids that no man shal defend treason, and he that speakes for himselfe being a Traitor, doth defend his treason, thou art a Capitall obstreporous malefactor. Thou art a madman: Go to you have playd the foole too much. Thou continual motion cease, a pox upon thee hold thy tongue. The pox wonot serve your turne. Why then this shall. Hold, hold good my Lord, I am sensible, I ha done, imagine I ha done, I but obeyd your Lordship, whose batoone I finde stronger then my imagination, my Lord you will answer this to strickei'th Court thus? I Am as wearie—harke Rogero one knocks, see, see thers to make thee amends see good and say nothing pray heaven it be no pursevant. Petruchio my Lord, Pisanoes Secretary. But Lorenzoes Engine a very knave, My very good Lord. What's here? it can be no goodnesse: My very good Lord. No matter and you were both hang'd, Rogero, shew him the Wine-sellar: let me see, I must report the Dukes death, I cannot abide this word Death, yet he desires mee but to report it, hum, if it be false, why so much the better; thre will be the lesse harme in't, if it should prove true, they will beleeve me another time: Well I will drinke my selfe halfe drunke, and be fortified.