Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Albertus Wallenstein · chunk 10 of 21

Glapthorne, Henry · published 1639 · first performed or written 1634 [1634-1639] [incorrect] (Annals)
not in BritDrama · Globe
T60 Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and politi typicality 0.88 · 494 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T60: caesar, rome, emperor, empire, honour, lord, lucius, great, palsgrave, kings.

Most mighty Caesar, To endear the service to you, I shall do you, By guilding o'er each circumstance, its weight And consequence, since 'tis my bounden duty, To you, my royal Master, would but show, Pride and arrogant love in me the author, To my own act, and so 'twould rather lessen Than amplify my merit; how I've served you Under command of him, whom in due justice I cannot mention now without foul curses, Revolted Wallenstein is to these Lords, And your great self best known. And our rewards Shall strive to pay those services. But when I saw him Put off his faith, abandon his allegiance, Accounting all your bounteous favours trifles, Unto the mountainous pile of his deservings, And like a black cloud hung o'er all your Empire, Uncertain where to break and in's vast thoughts, Aspired your sacred dignity and life, I like his Genius screw into his counsels, Explored his plots and treasons, and have found them So full of eminent danger. So malicious. Empty of worth and honour, it had been A sin beyond the horridst punishments, To have concealed them from you, and which most Tortures my loyal thoughts, as't had not been Sufficient for him to rebel himself, He has firmed a league defensive and offensive, With your most eager enemies, Saxon Weimar, Brandenburg, Arheim, and Gustavus Horn, And had a personal meeting for that purpose, And 'tis to be feared, That if sudden power stop not their progress, They will with speedy violence invade you, Here in your capital City. Worthy strangers, In this one act you've shown yourself more faithful, Than all my home-born subjects, but be sure If gratitude can equal your deserts, You shall enjoy that amply: Noble Lesle, The time is come now, and the dilemma cast, That must conclude our Empire, which we must Unto thy care commit; to kill a Traitor, Is a deserving action, for thou strik'st Then with the Sword of Justice: wilt thou add This one act to thy former high deservings, Kill this arch-rebel. 'Twas an office, We should have begged, believe't he's dead already, I'll kill him in his pride, in all his glories, With such security, as I would sleep After a tedious watching. And expect, Nature's choice pleasures, that same happiness You were created for. You have prevailed Sir; You who are still victorious o'er your foes, Must needs remain a Conqueror o'er your friends, My Lord, receive me freely, I am yours For ever. This chaste kiss shall seal the contract. Come my Emilia, love is such a wealth, As must be gained by free consent, not stealth. Are they agreed yet, Newman, Faith my Lord, The Virgin Lady's something fearful, fears A man of war should board her, lest his charge Should make her keel split, my Lord Fredrick Is of that rough demeanour, spite of my Instructions, he will never learn to woe In the due phrase and garb.
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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 653–726 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 21 in this edition
Length494 words · 661 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T60 — Imperial Rome: rulers, favour and political exemplars cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.880 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T1 · seed 44: T2 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Most mighty Caesar, To indeare the service to you, I shall doe you, By guilding o're each circumstance, its waight And consequence, since 'tis my bounden duty, To you, my royall Master, would but shew, Pride and arrogant love in me the author, To my owne act, and so 'twould rather lessen Then amplifie my merit; how I've serv'd you Under command of him, whom in due justice I cannot mention now without foule curses, Revolted Wallenstein is to these Lords, And your great selfe best knowne. And our rewards Shall strive to pay those services. But when I saw him Put off his faith, abandon his allegeance, Accounting all your bounteous favors trifles, Unto the mountainous pile of his deservings, And like a black cloud hung o're all your Empire, Uncertaine where to break and in's vast thoughts, Aspir'd your sacred dignity and life, I like his Genius skrewd into his counsels, Explor'd his plots and treasons, and have found them So full of eminent danger. So malicious. Empty of worth and honour, it had been A sinne beyond the horridst punishments, To have conceal'd them from you, and which most Tortures my loyall thoughts, as't had not been Sufficient for him to rebell himselfe, He has firm'd a league defensive and offensive, With your most eager enemies, Saxon Waymar, Branàenburg, Arheim, and Gustavus Horne, And had a personall meeting for that purpose, And 'tis to be fear'd, That if sudden power stop not their progresse, They will with speedy violence invade you, Heere in your capitall City. Worthy strangers, In this one act you've showne your selfe more faithfull▪ Then all my home-borne subjects, but be sure If gratitude can equall your deserts, You shall injoy that amply: Noble Lesle, The time is come now, and the delemma cast, That must conclude our Empire, which we must Unto thy care commit; to kill a Traytor, Is a deserving action, for thou strik'st Then with the Sword of Justice: wilt thou adde This one act to thy former high deservings, Kill this Arch-Rebell. 'Twas an office, We should have beg'd, beleev't he's dead already, Ile kill him in his pride, in all his glories, With such security, as I would sleepe After a tedious watching. And expect, Natures choice pleasures, that same happinesse You were created for. You have prevail'd Sir; You who are still victorious o're your foes, Must needs remaine a Conqueror o're your friends, My Lord, receive me freely, I am yours For ever. This chaste kisse shall seale the contract. Come my Emilia, love is such a wealth, As must be gain'd by free consent, not stealth. Are they agreed yet, Newman, Faith my Lord, The Virgin Lady's something fearefull, feares A man of warre should board her, lest his charge Should make her keele split, my Lord Fredricke Is of that rough demeanour, spight of my Instructions, he will never learne to woe In the due phrase and garbe.