1 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 1 of 29
Anonymous · published 1611 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.83 · 475 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
BArons of England, and my noble Lords; Though God and Fortune have bereft from us Victorious Richard scourge of Infidels, And clad this Land in stole of dismal hue: Yet give me leave to joy, and joy you all, That from this womb hath sprung a second hope, A King that may in rule and virtue both Succeed his brother in his Empery. My gracious mother Queen, and Barons all; Though far unworthy of so high a place, As is the Throne of mighty England's King; Yet Iohn your Lord, contented uncontent, Will (as he may) sustain the heavy yoke Of pressing cares, that hang upon a Crown. My Lord of Pembroke and Lord Salisbury, Admit the Lord Chattilion to our presence; That we may know what Philip King of France (By his Ambassadors) requires of vs. Dare lay my hand that Elinor can guess Whereto this weighty ambassade doth tend: If of my nephew Arthur and his claim, Then say, my Son, I have not missed my aim. My Lord Chattilion, welcome into England: How fares our brother Philip king of France? His Highness at my coming was in health, And willed me to salute your Majesty, And say the message he hath given in charge. And spare not man, we are prepared to hear. Philip, by the grace of God most Christian King of France, having taken into his guard & protection Arthur D. of Britain son and heir to Ieffrey thine elder brother, requireth in the behalf of the said Arthur, the kingdom of England, with the lordship of Ireland, Poiteer, Anjou, Touraine, Maine: and I attend thine answer. A small request: belike he makes account, That England, Ireland, Poiteer, Anjou, Touraine, Maine, Are nothing for a King to give at once: I wonder what he means to leave for me. Tell Philip, he may keep his Lords at home, With greater honour than to send them thus On Embassades that not concern himself, Or if they did, would yield but small return. Is this thine answer? It is, and too good an answer for so proud a message. Then King of England, in my Master's name, And in Prince Arthur duke of Britain's name, I do defy thee as an enemy, And wish thee to prepare for bloody wars. My Lord (that stands upon defiance thus) Commend me to my nephew, tell the boy, That I Queen Elinor (his grandmother) Upon my blessing charge him leave his Arms, Whereto his headstrong mother pricks him so: Her pride we know, and know her for a Dame That will not stick to bring him to his end, So she may bring herself to rule a realm. Next, wish him to forsake the King of France, And come to me and to his uncle here, And he shall want for nothing at our hands.
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Position
nodes 0–53 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 29 in this edition
Length
475 words · 622 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T10 — England and France: war, embassy and peacecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.834 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T8 · seed 44: T8 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
BArons of England, and my noble Lords; Though God and Fortune haue bereft from vs Victorious Richard ſcourge of Infidells, And clad this Land in ſtole of diſmall hew: Yet giue me leaue to ioy, and ioy you all, That from this wombe hath ſprung a ſecond hope, A King that may in rule and vertue both Succeede his brother in his Emperie. My gratious mother Queene, and Barons all; Though farre vnworthy of ſo high a place, As is the Throne of mighty Englands King; Yet Iohn your Lord, contented vncontent, Will (as he may) ſuſtaine the heauy yoke Of preſſing cares, that hang vpon a Crowne. My Lord of Pembrooke and Lord Salsbury, Admit the Lord Chattilion to our preſence; That we may know what Philip King of Fraunce (By his Ambaſſadors) requires of vs. Dare lay my hand that Elinor can geſſe Whereto this weighty Embaſſade doth tend: If of my nephew Arthur and his claime, Then ſay, my Sonne, I haue not miſſde my aime. My Lord Chattilion, welcome into England: How fares our brother Philip king of Fraunce? His Highneſſe at my comming was in health, And will'd me to ſalute your Maieſtie, And ſay the meſſage he hath giuen in charge. And ſpare not man, wee are preparde to heare. Philip, by the grace of God moſt Chriſtian King of France, hauing taken into his gardain & protection Arthur D. of Brittaine ſonne and heire to Ieffrey thine elder brother, requireth in the behalfe of the ſaide Arthur, the kingdome of England, with the lordſhip of Ireland, Poiters, Aniow, Toraine, Maine: and I attend thine anſwer. A ſmall requeſt: belike hee makes account, That England, Ireland, Poiters, Aniow, Toraine, Maine, Are nothing for a King to giue at once: I wonder what he meanes to leaue for me. Tell Philip, he may keepe his Lords at home, With greater honour than to ſend them thus On Embaſſades that not concerne himſelfe, Or if they did, would yeeld but ſmall returne. Is this thine anſwer? It is, and too good an anſwer for ſo prowd a meſſage. Then King of England, in my Maſters name, And in Prince Arthur duke of Brittaines name, I doe defie thee as an enemie, And wiſh thee to prepare for bloody warres. My Lord (that ſtands vpon defiance thus) Commend me to my nephew, tell the boy, That I Queene Elianor (his grandmother) Vpon my bleſſing charge him leaue his Armes, Whereto his head-ſtrong mother prickes him ſo: Her pride we know, and know her for a Dame That will not ſticke to bring him to his end, So ſhe may bring herſelfe to rule a realme. Next, wiſh him to forſake the King of Fraunce, And come to me and to his vncle here, And he ſhall want for nothing at our hands.