1 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 4 of 29
Anonymous · published 1611 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 465 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Thou sayst she teemed six weeks before her time, Why good sir Squire, are you so cunning grown, To make account of women's reckonings? Spit in your hand and to your other proofs: Many mischances happen in such affairs, To make a woman come before her time. And where thou sayst, he looketh like the King, In action, feature and proportion: Therein I hold with thee, for in my life I never saw so lively counterfeit Of Richard Cordelion, as in him. Then good my Lord, be you indifferent judge, And let me have my living and my right. Nay, hear you sir, you run away too fast: Know you not, Omne simile non est idem? Or have read in. Hark ye good sir, 'twas thus I warrant, and no otherwise, She lay with sir Robert your father, and thought upon King Richard my son, and so your brother was formed in this fashion. Madame, you wrong me thus to jest it out, I crave my right: King Iohn, as thou art King, So be thou just, and let me have my right. Why (foolish boy) thy proofs are frivolous, Nor canst thou challenge any thing thereby. But thou shalt see how I will help thy claim: This is my doom, and this my doom shall stand Irrevocable, as I am king of England. For thou know'st not, we'll ask of them that know, His mother and himself shall end this strife: And as they say, so shall thy living paste. My Lord, herein I challenge you of wrong, To give away my right, and put the doom Unto themselves. Can there be likelihood That she will lose? Or he will give the living from himself? It may not be my Lord. Why should it be? Lords, keep him back, & let him hear the doom. Essex, first ask the Mother thrice who was his Sire? Lady Margaret, widow of Fauconbridge, Who was Father to thy Son Philip? Please it your Majesty, Sir Rob. Fauconbridge. This is right, ask my fellow there if I be a thief. Ask Philip whose son he is. Philip, who was thy Father? Mass my Lord, and that's a question: and you had not taken some pains with her before, I should have desired you to ask my Mother. Say, who was thy Father? Faith (my Lord) to answer you, sure he is my father that was nearest my mother when I was begotten, and him I think to be Sir Robert Fauconbridge. Essex, for fashion's sake demand again, And so an end to this contention. Was ever man thus wronged as Robert is? Philip speak I say, who was thy father? Young man how now, what art thou in a trance? Philip awake, the man is in a dream.
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Thou ſaiſt ſhee teemde ſixe weekes before her time, Why good ſir Squire, are you ſo cunning growen, To make account of womens reckonings? Spit in your hand and to your other proofes: Many miſchances happen in ſuch affaires, To make a woman come before her time. And where thou ſaiſt, he looketh like the King, In action, feature and proportion: Therein I hold with thee, for in my life I neuer ſaw ſo liuely counterfet Of Richard Cordelion, as in him. Then good my Lord, be you indiffrent Iudge, And let me haue my liuing and my right. Nay, heare you ſir, you runne away too faſt: Know you not, Omne ſimile non est idem? Or haue read in. Harke yee good ſir, Twas thus I warrant, and no otherwiſe, Shee lay with ſir Robert your father, and thought vpon King Richard my ſonne, and ſo your brother was formed in this faſhion. Madame, you wrong me thus to ieſt it out, I craue my right: King Iohn, as thou art King, So be thou iuſt, and let me haue my right. Why (fooliſh boy) thy proofes are friuolous, Nor canſt thou chalenge any thing thereby. But thou ſhalt ſee how I will helpe thy claime: This is my doome, and this my doome ſhall ſtand Irreuocable, as I am king of England. For thou know'ſt not, weele aske of them that know, His mother and himſelfe ſhall end this ſtrife: And as they ſay, ſo ſhall thy liuing paſte. My Lord, herein I challenge you of wrong, To giue away my right, and put the doome Vnto themſelues. Can there be likelihood That ſhee will looſe? Or he will giue the liuing from himſelfe? It may not be my Lord. Why ſhould it be? Lords, keep him back, & let him heare the doom. Eſſex, firſt aske the Mother thrice who was his Sire? Lady Margaret, widow of Fauconbridge, Who was Father to thy Sonne Philip? Pleaſe it your Maieſty, Sir Rob. Fauconbridge. This is right, aske my fellow there if I be a thiefe. Aske Philip whoſe ſonne he is. Philip, who was thy Father? Mas my Lord, and that's a queſtion: and you had not taken ſome paines with her before, I ſhould haue deſired you to aske my Mother. Say, who was thy Father? Faith (my Lord) to anſwere you, ſure hee is my father that was neereſt my mother when I was begotten, and him I thinke to be Sir Robert Fauconbridge. Eſſex, for faſhions ſake demand agen, And ſo an end to this contention. Was euer man thus wrongd as Robert is? Philip ſpeake I ſay, who was thy father? Young man how now, what art thou in a trance? Philip awake, the man is in a dreame.