1 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 10 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 · 454 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.
What words are these? how do my sinews shake? My father's foe clad in my father's spoil, A thousand furies kindle with revenge, This heart that choler keeps a consistory, Searing my inwards with a brand of hate: How doth Allecto whisper in mine ears? Delay not Philip, kill the villain straight, Disrobe him of the matchless monument Thy father's triumph o'er the Savages, Base heardgroom, coward peasant, worse than a threshing slave, What mak'st thou with the Trophy of a king? Sham'st thou not coistrel, loathsome dunghill swad, To grace thy carcase with an ornament Too precious for a monarch coverture? Scarce can I temper due obedience Unto the presence of my Sovereign, From acting outrage on this trunk of hate: But arm thee traitor, wronger of renown, For by his soul I swear, my Father's soul, Twice will I not review the morning's rise, Till I have torn that Trophy from thy back, And split thy heart for wearing it so long. Philip hath sworn, and if it be not done, Let not the world repute me Richard's son. Nay soft sir bastard, hearts are not split so soon, Let them rejoice that at the end do win: And take this lesson at thy foeman's hand, Pawn not thy life to get thy Father's skin. Well may the world speak of his knightly valour, That wins this hide to wear a Lady's favour. Ill may I thrive, and nothing brook with me, If shortly I present it not to thee. Lordings forbear, for time is coming fast, That deeds may try what words can not determine, And to the purpose for the cause you come. Me seems you set right in chance of war, Yielding no other reasons for your claim, But so and so, because it shall be so. So wrong shall be suborned by trust of strength: A tyrant's practice to invest himself, Where weak resistance giveth wrong the way. To check the which, in holy lawful arms, I, in the right of Arthur, Geoffrey's son, Am come before this city of Angiers, To bar all other false supposed claim, From whence, or howsoe'er the error springs. And in his quarrel on my princely word, I'll fight it out unto the latest man. Know King of France, I will not be commanded By any power or prince in Christendom, To yield an instance how I hold mine own, More than to answer, that mine own is mine, But wilt thou see me parley with the Town, And hear them offer me allegiance, Fealty and homage, as true liege men ought. Summon them, I will not believe it till I see it, and when I see it, I'll soon change it.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T13 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
What words are theſe? how do my ſinews ſhake? My fathers foe clad in my fathers ſpoyle, A thouſand furies kindle with reuenge, This heart that choller keepes a conſiſtori, Searing my inwards with a brand of hate: How doth Alecto whiſper in mine eares? Delay not Philip, kill the villaine ſtraight, Diſrobe him of the matchleſſe monument Thy fathers triumph ore the Sauages, Baſe heardgroom, coward peaſant, worſe than a threſhing ſlaue, What mak'ſt thou with the Trophie of a king? Sham'ſt thou not coyſtrell, loathſome dunghill ſwad, To grace thy carkaſſe with an ornament Too pretious for a Monarkes couerture? Scarce can I temper due obedience Vnto the preſence of my Soueraigne, From acting outrage on this trunke of hate: But arme thee traytor, wronger of renowne, For by his ſoule I ſweare, my Fathers ſoule, Twiſe will I not reuiew the mornings riſe, Till I haue torne that Trophie from thy backe, And ſplit thy heart for wearing it ſo long. Philip hath ſworne, and if it be not done, Let not the world repute me Richards ſonne. Nay ſoft ſir baſtard, hearts are not ſplit ſo ſoone, Let them reioyce that at the end doe win: And take this leſſon at thy foe-mans hand, Pawne not thy life to get thy Fathers skin. Wel may the world ſpeake of his knightly valor, That wins this hide to weare a Ladies fauour. Ill may I thriue, and nothing brooke with me, If ſhortly I preſent it not to thee. Lordings forbeare, for time is comming faſt, That deeds may trie what words can not determine, And to the purpoſe for the cauſe you come. Me ſeemes you ſet right in chaunce of warre, Yeelding no other reaſons for your claime, But ſo and ſo, becauſe it ſhall be ſo. So wrong ſhall be ſubornd by truſt of ſtrength: A tyrants practiſe to inueſt himſelfe, Where weake reſiſtance giueth wrong the way. To checke the which, in holy lawfull armes, I, in the right of Arthur, Geffreys ſonne, Am come before this city of Angiers, To barre all other falſe ſuppoſed claime, From whence, or howſoere the error ſprings. And in his quarrell on my princely word, Ile fight it out vnto the lateſt man. Know King of France, I will not be commanded By any power or prince in Chriſtendome, To yeeld an inſtance how I hold mine owne, More than to anſwere, that mine owne is mine, But wilt thou ſee me parley with the Towne, And heare them offer me allegeance, Fealtie and homage, as true liege men ought. Summon them, I will not beleeue it till I ſee it, and when I ſee it, Ile ſoone change it.