Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico · published 1575 · first performed or written 1566 (Annals) tragedy T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea typicality 0.66 · 520 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.
This tale is true (for now to lie were sin) It left us there in dread and dangers dark. It left us so, and that within the sight And hearing both of all the pear at Breyll. Now ply thee pen, and paint the foul despite Of drunken Dutchmen standing there even still, For whom we came in their cause for to fight, For whom we came their state for to defend, For whom we came as friends to grieve their foes, They now disdained (in this distress) to lend One helping boat for to assuage our woes: They saw our harms the which they would not mend, And had not been that God even than did raise Some instruments to succour us at need, We had been sunk and swallowed all in Seas. But Gods will was (in way of our good speed) That on the pear (lamenting our misease) Some english were, whose naked swords did force The drunken dutch, the cankered churls to come, And so at last (not moved by remorse, But forced by fear) they sent us succour some: Some must I say: and for to tell the course, They sent us succour saust with sour despite, They saved our lives and spoiled us of the rest, They stolen our goods by day and eke by night, They showed the worst and closely kept the best. And in this time (this treason must I write) Our Pilot fled, but how? not empty handed: He fled from us, and with him did convey A Hoy full fraught (whiles we mean while were landed) With powder, shot, and all our best array: This skill he had, for all he set us sanded. And now my Lord, declare your noble mind, Was this a Pilot, or a Pilate judge? Or rather was he not of Iudas kind: Which left us thus and close away could trudge? Well, at the Bryell to tell you what we find, The Governor was all bedewed with drink, His trulls and he were all laid down to sleep, And we must shifted, and of ourselves must think What mean was best, and how we best might keep That yet remained: the rest was close in clink. Well, on our knees with trickling tears of joy, We gave God thanks: and as we might, did learn What might be found in every (a) pynke and hoy. And thus my Lord, your honour may discern Our perils past, and how in our annoy God saved me (your Lordships bound for ever) Who else should not be able now to tell, The state wherein this country doth persever, Ne how they seem in careless minds to devil. (So did they erst and so they will do ever) And to my Lord for to bewray my mind Me thinks they be a race of Bulbéefe borne, Whose hearts their Butter mollyfieth by kind, And so the force of beef is clean outworn: And eke their brains with double beer are lynde: So that they march bombast with buttered beer, Like sops of browesse puffed up with froth,
Gascoigne, George / Kinwelmershe, Francis / Yelverton, ChristopherEuripides / Dolce, Lodovico
Publication year (edition)
1575
First performance / composition (Annals)
1566
First performance (BritDrama)
1566 [1566-1567]
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Translation;Nonprofessional;University/Inns of Court
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 107 · TCP A01514 · DEEP 5007.03
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 4036–4094 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 67 of 68 in this edition
Length
520 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T50 — Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea and landcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.658 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T47 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
This tale is true (for now to lie were ſin) It lefte vs there in dreade and daungers darke. It lefte vs ſo, and that within the ſight And hearing both of all the peare at Breyll. Now ply thee pen, and paint the foule deſpite Of drunken Dutchmen ſtanding there euen ſtill, For whom we came in their cauſe for to fight, For whom we came their ſtate for to defende, For whom we came as friends to grieue their foes, They now diſdaynd (in this diſtreſſe) to lend One helping boate for to aſſwage our woes: They ſawe our harmes the which they would not mend, And had not bene that God euen then did rayſe Some inſtruments to ſuccor vs at néede, We had bene ſunk and ſwallowed all in Seas. But Gods will was (in way of our good ſpéede) That on the peare (lamenting our myſeaſe) Some engliſhe were, whoſe naked ſwordes did force The drunken dutch, the cankred churles to come, And ſo at laſt (not moued by remorce, But forſt by feare) they ſent vs ſuccor ſome: Some muſt I ſay: and for to tell the courſe, They ſent vs ſuccor ſauſt with ſowre deſpite, They ſaued our liues and ſpoylde vs of the reſt, They ſtale our goods by day and eke by night, They ſhewed the worſt and cloſely kept the beſt. And in this time (this treaſon muſt I wryte) Our Pylot fled, but how? not emptie handed: He fled from vs, and with him did conueye A Hoy full fraught (whiles we meane while were landed) With pouder, ſhotte, and all our beſt araye: This ſkill he had, for all he ſet vs ſanded. And now my Lord, declare your noble mynde, Was this a Pylot, or a Pilate iudge? Or rather was he not of Iudas kynde: Which left vs thus and cloſe away could trudge? Well, at the Bryell to tell you what we finde, The Gouernour was all bedewed with drinke, His truls and he were all layde downe to ſléepe, And we muſt ſhift, and of our ſelues muſt thinke What meane was beſt, and how we beſt might kéepe That yet remaynd: the reſt was cloſe in clinke. Well, on our knées with trickling teares of ioye, We gaue God thanks: and as we might, did learne What might be founde in euery pynke and hoye. And thus my Lord, your honour may deſcerne Our perils paſt, and how in our anoye God ſaued me (your Lordſhippes bound for euer) Who elſe ſhould not be able now to tell, The ſtate wherein this countrey doth perſeuer, Ne how they ſéeme in careleſſe mindes to dwell. (So did they earſt and ſo they will do euer) And to my Lord for to bewray my minde Me thinkes they be a race of Bulbéefe borne, Whoſe hartes their Butter mollyfieth by kinde, And ſo the force of béefe is cleane outworne: And eke their braines with double béere are lynd: So that they march bumbaſt with buttred béere, Like ſoppes of broweſſe puffed vp with froth,