1 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 6 of 27
Anonymous · published 1591 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Now Gentlemen, we will away to France, To check the pride of Arthur and his mates: Essex, thou shalt be Ruler of my Realm, And toward the main charges of my wars, I'll cease the lazy Abbey lubbers lands Into my hands to pay my men of war. The Pope and Popelings shall not grease themselves With gold and groats, that are the soldiers due. Thus forward Lords, let our command be done, And march we forward mightily to France. Manet Philip and his Mother. Madam I beseech you deign me so much leisure as the hearing of a matter that I long to impart to you. What's the matter Philip. I think your suit in secret, tends to some money matter, which you suppose burns in the bottom of my chest. No Madam, it is no such suit as to beg or borrow, But such a suit, as might some other grant. I would not now have troubled you withal. A God's name let us hear it. Then Madam thus, your Ladyship sees well, How that my scandal grows by means of you, In that report hath rumoured up and down, I am a bastard, and no Fauconbridge. This gross attaint so tilteth in my thoughts, Maintaining combat to abridge my ease, That field and town, and company alone, Whatso I do, or wheresoe'er I am, I cannot chase the slander from thy thoughts. If it be true, resolve me of my Sire, For pardon Madam, if I think amiss. Be Philip Philip and no Fauconbridge, His Father doubtless was as brave a man. To you on knees as sometime Phaeton, Mistrusting silly Merop for his Sire, Straining a little bashful modesty, I beg some instance whence I am extraught. Yet more ado to haste me to my grave, And wilt thou too become a Mother's cross? Must I accuse myself to close with you? Slander myself to quiet your affects: Thou mooust me Philip with this idle talk, Which I remit, in hope this mood will die. Nay Lady mother, hear me further yet, For strong conceit drives duty hence awhile: Your husband Fauconbridge was Father to that son, That carries marks of Nature like the Sire, The son that blotteth you with wedlock's breach, And holds my right, as lineal in descent From him whose form was figured in his face. Can Nature so dissemble in her frame, To make the one so like as like may be, And in the other print no character To challenge any mark of true descent? My brother's mind is base, and too too dull, To mount where Philip lodgeth his affects, And his external graces that you view (Though I report it) counterpoise not mine: His constitution plain debility, Requires the chair, and mine the seat of ste●le. Nay, what is he, or what am I to him? When any one that knoweth how to carp, Will scarcely judge us both one Country borne. This Madam, this, hath drove me from myself: And here by heavens eternal lamps I swear, As cursed Nero with his mother did, So I with you, if you resolve me not.
seed 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)
Now Gentlemen, we will away to France, To checke the pride of Arthur and his mates: Eſſex, thou ſhalt be Ruler of my Realme, And toward the maine charges of my warres, Ile ceaze the lazie Abbey lubbers lands Into my hands to pay my men of warre. The Pope and Poplig ſhall not greaſe themſelues With golde and groates, that are the ſouldiers due. Thus forward Lords, let our commaund be done, And march we forward mightely to Fraunce. Manet Philip and his Mother. Madame I eſeech you deigne me ſo much leaſure as the hearing of a matter that I long to impart to you. Whats the matter Philip. I thinke your ſute in ſecret, tends to ſome money matter, which you ſuppoſe burns in the bottome of my cheſt. No Madam, it is no ſuch ſute as to beg or borrow, But ſuch a ſute, as might ſome other grant. I would not now haue troubled you withall. A Gods name let vs heare it. Then Madame thus, your Ladiſhip ſees well, How that my ſcandall growes by meanes of you, In that report hath rumord vp and downe, I am a baſtard, and no Fauconbridge. This groſe attaint ſo tilteth in my thoughts, Maintaining combat to abridge my eaſe, That field and towne, and company alone, Whatſo I doo, or whereſoere I am, I cannot chaſe the ſlaunder from thy thoughts. If it be true, reſolue me of my Sire, For pardon Madame, if I thinke amiſſe. Be Philip Philip and no Fauconbridge, His Father doubtles was as braue a man. To you on knees as ſometime Phaeton, Miſtruſting ſilly Merop for his Sire, Strayning a little baſhfull modeſtie, I beg ſome inſtance whence I am extraught. Yet more adoo to haſte me to my graue, And wilt thou too become a Mothers croſſe? Muſt I accuſe myſelf to cloſe with you? Slaunder myſelf to quiet your affects: Thou moouſt me Philip with this idle talke, Which I remit, in hope this mood will die. Nay Ladie mother, heare me further yet, For ſtrong conceipt driues dutie hence awhile: Your huſband Fauconbridge was Father to that ſonne, That carries marks of Nature like the Sire, The ſonne that blotteth you with wedlocks breach, And holds my right, as lineall in diſcent From him whoſe forme was figured in his face. Can Nature ſo diſſemble in her frame, To make the one ſo like as like may be, And in the other print no character To chalenge any marke of true diſcent? My brothers minde is baſe, and too too dull, To mount where Philip lodgeth his affects, And his externall graces that you view (Though I report it) counterpoiſe not mine: His conſtitution plaine debilitie, Requires the chayre, and mine the ſeate of ſtele. Nay, what is he, or what am I to him? When any one that knoweth how to carpe, Will ſcarcely iudge vs both one Countrey borne. This Madame, this, hath droue me from myſelfe: And here by heauens eternall lampes I ſweare, As curſed Nero with his mother did, So I with you, if you reſolue me not.