Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Londini Status Pacatus, or London's Peaceable Estate · chunk 4 of 4

Heywood, Thomas · published 1639 · first performed or written 1639 [Oct 29] (Annals)
not in BritDrama
unassigned nearest T7 The Trojan war: conflict and its afterma · 467 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T7: hector, troy, achilles, greeks, aeneas, priam, ulysses, troilus, trojan, trojans.

Quaking the bellowing Air: when shrill alarms, Rushing of routed Troops, clashing of Arms Render a noise; as hideous and as loud, As a tumultuous sea in Tempest ploughed: When slaughter strews the crimson plain with Courses, Men combat men, enraged Horses Horses: When Massacre, (all quarter quite denying) Revels amidst the flying, crying, dying. It is a Time when Stratagem surrounds, And the beleaguered City close impounds: When mounted Ordnance with their streporous peal (Wars Dialect) on both sides rail; and deal Death at each dire discharge: When pinching need Of food, hath forced the famished Motherfeed On her 'fore-starved Babe; and Hunger raves So fiercely, Men eat men out of their Graves: When Plague makes friend, the friend; brother, the brother; The Harmless, armless; murder one another: When in the Husbands and sad Parents sight, The Wife, and Virgins ravished, in despite Of helpless succour; when without all ruth, The Honourable Aged, lovely Youth And Infant, in promiscuous heaps are thrown (By indifferent havoc) like a meadow mown. It is a time, when forage, pillage, strage, What witty cruelty, or barbarous rage Can or invent or execute; design To utter desolation: when in fine Whole Troy is but one Bonfire, that devours House, Palace, Temple, and kicks down those Towers That with the Clouds did late alliance boast; Which in aspiring smoke give up the ghost. (who Exit, in these Tragic Scenes, Of sword, fire, famine, plagues find; thraldom gleans. And such a time is War, and such the throws Our neighbour Nations travel now in; woes Quite desperate of delivery: whilst calm Peace, Prosperity, and Plenty, with increase Of all concatinated Blessings smile With cheerful face on this sole-happy Isle. Let then our gratitudes and Pious cares Strive to entail them to Us, and our Heirs: Lest that too late, (having stern War accited) We wish that Peace; which (whilst we had) we slighted. THe Sun is set, Day doth not now appear (As some few hours late) in our Hemisphere; Hesperus the Captain of the Watch, hath ta'en Charge of the Stars; and now about Charles-wain Hath placed his Sentinels to ' attend the Moon, If possible to make of midnight noon. May't ple 〈…〉 you to remember from old Nile, The dang 〈…〉 Amphibian Crocodile; How from 〈◊〉, you this year have power Over each seasons Month, each 〈◊〉 hour. From Orpheus, that sweet music 〈◊〉 parts, The civil Harmony of tongues 〈◊〉. The Fleece of Aries Trumpets to eternity, The Draper's Honour, due to that Fraternity. We by the Sheep and Camels understand, Your Lordship's Travels both by Sea and Land: Status Pacatus last doth intimate, The happiness of this your peaceful state. Long may it last (of all Earth's blessings best,) Whilst we this night commend you to your rest.
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PlayLondini Status Pacatus, or London's Peaceable Estate
AuthorHeywood, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1639
First performance / composition (Annals)1639 [Oct 29]
Genre (British Drama)not in BritDrama
Play typeOccasional;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1116 · TCP A03233 · DEEP 937
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 188–251 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 4 in this edition
Length467 words · 698 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T7 — The Trojan war: conflict and its aftermath at 0.671
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)
Quaking the bellowing Ayre: when shrill alarmes, Rushing of rowted Troopes, clashing of Armes Render a noise; as hidious and as loude, As a tumultuous sea in Tempest plow'd: When slaughter strowes the crimson plaine with Courses, Men combat men, inraged Horses Horses: When Massacre, (all quarter quite denying) Revells amidst the flying, crying, dying. It is a Time when Stratagem surrounds, And the beleagured City close impounds: When mounted Ordnance with their streporous peale (Warrs Dialect) on both sides raile; and deale Death at each dire discharge: When pinching need Of food, hath forc'd the famish'd Motherfeed On her 'fore-starved Babe; and Hunger raves So fiercely, Men eate men out of their Graves: When Plague makes friend, the friend; brother, the brother; The Harmlesse, armelesse; murder one another: When in the Husbands and sad Parents sight, The Wife, and Virgins ravisht, in despight Of helpelesse succour; when without all ruth, The Honourable Aged, lovely Youth And Infant, in promiscuous heapes are throwne (By indifferent havock) like a medow mowne. It is a time, when forrage, pillage, strage, What witty cruelty, or barbarous rage Can or invent or execute; designe To utter desolation: when in fine Whole Troy is but one Bone-fire, that devours House, Pallace, Temple, and kicks downe those Towers That with the Clouds did late alliance boast; Which in aspiring smoke give up the ghost. (who Exit, in these Tragick Scenes, Of sword, fire, famine, plagues find; thraldome gleanes. And such a time is War, and such the throwes Our neighbour Nations travell now in; woes Quite desperate of delivery: whilst calme Peace, Prosperity, and Plenty, with increase Of all concatinated Blessings smile With cheerefull face on this sole-happy Isle. Let then our gratitudes and Pious cares Strive to entaile them to Us, and our Heires: Lest that too late, (having sterne Warre accited) We wish that Peace; which (whilst we had) we slighted. THe Sun is set, Day doth not now appeare (As some few houres late) in our Hemisphere; Hesperus the Captaine of the Watch, hath tane Charge of the Starrs; and now about Charles-waine Hath plac'd his Centinels to 'attend the Moone, If possible to make of mid-night noone. May't ple you to remember from old Nile, The dang Amphibian Crocadile; How from , you this yeare have power Over each seasons Moneth, each houre. From Orpheus, that sweet musick parts, The civil Harmony of tongues . The Fleece of Aries Trumpets to eternity, The Drapers Honour, due to that Fraternity. We by the Sheep and Camels understand, Your Lordships Travells both by Sea and Land: Status Pacatus last doth intimate, The happinesse of this your peacefull state. Long may it last (of all Earths blessings best,) Whilst we this night commend you to your rest.