Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Albertus Wallenstein · chunk 6 of 21

Glapthorne, Henry · published 1639 · first performed or written 1634 [1634-1639] [incorrect] (Annals)
not in BritDrama · Globe
unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 494 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.

Nay more, As I had been a Traitor then in fact, He did endeavour my surprise, to bring me A prisoner to Vienna: think then Lords, When both my priceless honour and my life Were at one stake proposed, if I'd not cause To play my game with cunning skill, when these My brave Commanders from their martial eyes, Did for my wrongs shed tears of blood, called on me, As on their friend, their father, not to leave My Sons my Soldiers: if I their request Performed, I saved my honour and my life, But if the Emperors, I gave up them both To plain perspicuous ruin; yet in not Accomplishing my Masters harsh commands, The name of treason brands me (but pass that,) I of two evils choose to take the least, Rather to draw upon me Caesar's hate, Than to forsake my charge and soldiers loves: And now being free in my own soul as thought Unsought to (Lords) and unconstrained, I offer T'assist against this Emperor (this thing Made only up of name and voice) whom we Will break as showers do bubbles, which themselves Of nothing had created. So welcome Is this your professed amity, no blessing Heaven in its fullest bounty could have showered, Could have arrived more pleasing, and to show How much we prize your friendship, your the son, Young Frederick be affianced to my daughter, The tie of nature to the tie of blood, Will make the union perfect. 'Tis an honour, We are bound in duty to accept, my Lords, In noble souls no thought should once admit Sullen delay, our progress should be swift, As is the passage of unlimited fire In populous Cities; or as winds, whose force Does at their birth send ope the stubborn womb Of the dull earth their mother; great designs Should by great spirits only be pursued, And our last business is our speedy conference With Chancellor Oxenstern, and the French Ambassador. Actions that carry an unusual weight, Ought still to fly at an unusual height. So, let the dull Half-spirited souls, who strive on reremice wings, By that which fools term honesty, to climb Tothth' top of honour, in their silly virtue Boast, while ingenious and more active spirits, In a direct line without stop or hindrance, Mount to their wishes, yet i'th' worlds esteem, Are held as real, and endued with goodness. This Wallenstein, like a good easy Mule, Have I led on byth' nose to this rebellion, Fired with such venom as will spread, Like swift infection through his soul: these two Shall be my agents to achieve my ends, Factors in cunning to vent forth my intentions, Lieutenant Colonel Gordon, and my good Captain Butler. We were musing, What serious thought it was, that could so long Detain you from our conference. Faith I was studying On our great Generals fortunes, upon which Our hopes and lives depend; what think you of them?
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PlayAlbertus Wallenstein
AuthorGlapthorne, Henry
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1634 [1634-1639] [incorrect]
TheaterGlobe;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1113 · TCP A01777 · DEEP 933
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 363–430 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 21 in this edition
Length494 words · 626 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at home at 0.718
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)
Nay more, As I had been a Traytor then in fact, He did endevour my surprize, to bring me A prisoner to Vienna: thinke then Lords, When both my pricelesse honour and my life Were at one stake propos'd, if I'de not cause To play my game with cunning skill, when these My brave Commanders from their martiall eyes, Did for my wrongs shed teares of blood, cal'd on me, As on their friend, their father, not to leave My Sons my Souldiers: if I their request Perform'd, I sav'd my honour and my life, But if the Emperors, I gave up them both To plaine perspicuous ruine; yet in not Accomplishing my Masters harsh commands, The name of treason brands me (but passe that,) I of two evils chose to take the least, Rather to draw upon me Caesars hate, Then to forsake my charge and souldiers loves: And now being free in my owne soule as thought Unsought to (Lords) and unconstrain'd, I offer T'assist against this Emperor (this thing Made onely up of name and voyce) whom we Will breake as showers doe bubles, which themselves Of nothing had created. So welcome Is this your proffes'd amity, no blessing Heaven in its fullest bounty could have showr'd, Could have arriv'd more pleasing, and to shew How much we prize your friendship, your the son, Young Fredericke be affianc'd to my daughter, The tye of nature to the tye of blood, Will make the union perfect. 'Tis an honour, We are bound in duty to accept, my Lords, In noble soules no thought should once admit Sullen delay, our progresse should be swift, As is the passage of unlimited fire In populous Cities; or as windes, whose force Does at their birth send ope the stubborne wombe Of the dull earth their mother; great designes Should by great spirits onely be pursu'd, And our last businesse is our speedy conference With Chancelor Oxenstern, and the French Embassador. Actions that carry an unusuall weight, Ought still to flye at an unusuall height. So, let the dull Halfe-spirited soules, who strive on reremice wings, By that which fooles terme honesty, to climbe Toth' top of honour, in their silly vertue Boast, while ingenious and more active spirits, In a direct line without stop or hindrance, Mount to their wishes, yet ith'worlds esteeme, Are held as reall, and indu'd with goodnesse. This Wallenstein, like a good easie Mule, Have I led on byth' nose to this rebellion, Fir'd with such venome as will spread, Like swift infection through his soule: these two Shall be my agents to atchieve my ends, Factors in cunning to vent forth my intentions, Lieutenant Colonell Gordon, and my good Captaine Butler. We were musing, What serious thought it was, that could so long Detaine you from our conference. Faith I was studying On our great Generals fortunes, upon which Our hopes and lives depend; what thinke you of them?