1 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 7 of 29
Anonymous · published 1611 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T1 Death, grief and revenge · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Let mother's tears quench out thy anger's fire, And urge no further what thou dost require. Let sons entreaty sway the mother now, Or else she dies: I'll not infringe my vow. Unhappy task: must I recount my shame, Blab my misdeeds, or by concealing die? Some power strike me speechless for a time, Or take from him a while his hear use. Why wish I so, unhappy as I am? The fault is mine, and he the faulty fruit, I blush, I faint, oh would I might be mute. Mother be brief, I long to know my name. And longing die, to shroud thy mother's shame. Come Madam come, you need not be so loath, The shame is shared equal twixt us both. Is't not a slackness in me, worthy blame, To be so old, and cannot write my name. Good mother resolve me. Then Philip hear thy fortune, and my grief, My honour's loss by purchase of thyself, My shame, thy name, and husbands secret wrong, All maimed and stained by youths unruly sway. And when thou know'st from whence thou art extraught, Or if thou knew'st what suits, what threats, what fears, To move by love, or massacre by death. To yield with love, or end by loves contempt. The mightiness of him that courted me, Who tempered terror with his wanton talk, That something may extenuate the guilt. But let it not advantage me so much: Upbraid me rather with the Roman dame, That shed her blood to wash away her shame. Why stand I to expostulate the crime With pro & contra, now the deed is done? When to conclude two words may tell the tale, That Philip's father was a prince's son, Rich England's rule, world's only terror he, For honour's loss left me with child of thee: Whose son thou art, then pardon me the rather, For fair King Richard was thy noble father. Then Robin Fauconbridge I wish thee joy, My sire a king, and I a landless boy. God's lady mother, the world is in my debt, There's something owing to Plantagenet. I marry sir, let me alone for game, I'll act some wonders now I know my name. By blessed Mary. I'll not sell that pride For England's wealth, and all the world beside. Sit fast the proudest of my father's foes, Away good mother, there the comfort goes. Now gi'en we broach the title of thy claim, Young Arthur in the Albion territories, Scaring proud Angiers with a puissant siege: Brave Austria, cause of Cordelion's death, Is also come to aid thee in thy wars; And all our Forces join for Arthur's right. And, but for causes of great consequence, Pleading delay till news from England come, Twice should not Titan hide him in the West, To cool the fetlocks of his weary team, Till I had with an unresisted shock Controlled the manage of proud Angiers walls, Or made a forfeit of my fame to Chance.
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Let mothers teares quench out thy angers fire, And vrge no further what thou doeſt require. Let ſonnes intreatie ſway the mother now, Or elſe ſhee dies: Ile not infringe my vow. Vnhappy taske: muſt I recount my ſhame, Blab my miſdeeds, or by concealing die? Some power ſtrike me ſpeechleſſe for a time, Or take from him a while his hearings vſe. Why wiſh I ſo, vnhappy as I am? The fault is mine, and he the faultie fruit, I bluſh, I faint, oh would I might be mute. Mother be briefe, I long to know my name. And longing die, to ſhroud thy mothers ſhame. Come Madame come, you need not be ſo loath, The ſhame is ſhared equall twixt vs both. Iſt not a ſlackeneſſe in me, worthy blame, To be ſo old, and cannot write my name. Good mother reſolue me. Then Philip heare thy fortune, and my griefe, My honours loſſe by purchaſſe of thy ſelfe, My ſhame, thy name, and husbands ſecret wrong, All maimd and ſtaind by youths vnruly ſway. And when thou know'ſt from whence thou art extraught, Or if thou knew'ſt what ſuites, what threats, what feares, To mooue by loue, or maſſacre by death. To yeeld with loue, or end by loues contempt. The mightineſſe of him that courted me, Who tempered terror with his wanton talke, That ſomething may extenuate the guilt. But let it not aduantage me ſo much: Vpbraid me rather with the Romane dame, That ſhed her blood to waſh away her ſhame. Why ſtand I to expoſtulate the crime With pro & contra, now the deed is done? When to conclude two words may tell the tale, That Philips father was a princes ſonne, Rich Englands rule, worlds onely terror he, For honours loſſe left me with child of thee: Whoſe ſonne thou art, then pardon me the rather, For faire King Richard was thy noble father. Then Robin Fauconbridge I wiſh thee ioy, My ſire a king, and I a landleſſe boy. Gods lady mother, the world is in my debt, There's ſomething owing to Plantaginet. I marry ſir, let me alone for game, Ile act ſome wonders now I know my name. By bleſſed Mary. Ile not ſell that pride For Englands wealth, and all the world beſide. Sit faſt the proudeſt of my fathers foes, Away good mother, there the comfort goes. Now gin we broach the title of thy claime, Young Arthur in the Albion territories, Skaring proud Angiers with a puiſſant ſiege: Braue Austria, cauſe of Cordelions death, Is alſo come to aide thee in thy warres; And all our Forces ioyne for Arthurs right. And, but for cauſes of great conſequence, Pleading delay till newes from England come, Twice ſhould not Titan hide him in the Weſt, To coole the ft-locks of his wearie teame, Till I had with an vnreſiſted ſhocke Controld the mannage of prowd Angiers walls, Or made a forfet of my fame to Chaunce.