1 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 18 of 29
Anonymous · published 1611 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.79 · 486 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
And what say you to our league, if I do not submit? What should I say? I must obey the Pope. Obey the Pope, and break your oath to God? The Legate hath absolved me of mine oath: Then yield to Rome, or I defy thee here. Why Philip, I defy the Pope and thee, False as thou art, and perjured King of France, Unworthy man to be accounted King. giv'st thou thy sword into a Prelate's hands? Pandulph, where I of Abbots, Monks, and Friars Have taken somewhat to maintain my wars, Now will I take no more but all they have. I'll rouse the lazy lubbers from their cells, And in despite I'll send them to the Pope. Mother come you with me, and for the rest That will not follow Iohn in this attempt, Confusion light upon their damned souls. Come Lords, fight for your K. that fighteth for your good And are they gone? Pandulph thyself shalt see How France will fight for Rome and Romish rites. Nobles to arms, let him not pass the seas, Let's take him captive, and in triumph lead The K. of England to the gates of Rome. Arthur bestir thee man, and thou shalt see What Philip K. of France will do for thee. And will your Grace upon your wedding day Forsake your bride, and follow dreadful drums? Nay, good my Lord, stay you at home with me. Sweet heart content thee, and we shall agree. Follow my Lords, Lord Cardinal lead the way, Drums shallbe music to this wedding day. Thus hath K. Richard's son performed his vows, And offered Austria's blood for sacrifice Unto his father's everliving soul. Brave Cordelion, now my heart doth say, I have deserved, though not to be thine heir, Yet as I am, thy base begotten son, A name as pleasing to thy Philip's heart, As to be called the Duke of Normandy. Lie there a prey to every ravening fowl: And as my father triumphed in thy spoils, And trod thine Ensigns underneath his feet, So do I tread upon thy cursed self, And leave thy body to the fowls for food. Thus hath the God of kings with conquering arm Dispersed the foes to true succession, Proud, and disturber of thy Country's peace, Constance doth live to tame thine insolence, And on thy head will now avenged be For all the mischiefs hatched in thy brain. Contemptuous Dame, unreverent Duchess thou, To brave so great a Queen as Elinor, Base scold, hast thou forgot, that I was wife And mother to three mighty English Kings? I charge thee then, and you forsooth sir boy, To set your Grandmother at liberty, And yield to Iohn your Uncle and your King. 'tis not thy words proud Queen shall carry it. Nor yet thy threats proud Dame shall daunt my mind. Sweet Grandam, and good mother leave these brawls.
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Position
nodes 905–964 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 29 in this edition
Length
486 words · 655 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T31 — Popes, cardinals and the crowncross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.795 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T38 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
And what ſay you to our league, if I do not ſubmit? What ſhould I ſay? I muſt obey the Pope. Obey the Pope, and breake your oath to God? The Legate hath abſolu'd me of mine oath: Then yeeld to Rome, or I defie thee here. Why Philip, I defie the Pope and thee, Falſe as thou art, and periur'd King of France, Vnworthy man to be accounted King. Giu'ſt thou thy ſword into a Prelates hands? Pandulph, where I of Abbots, Monkes, and Friers Haue taken ſomewhat to maintaine my wars, Now will I take no more but all they haue. Ile rouze the lazie lubbers from their cels, And in deſpight Ile ſend them to the Popc. Mother come you with me, and for the reſt That will not follow Iohn in this attempt, Confuſion light vpon their damned ſoules. Come Lords, fight for your K. that fighteth for your good And are they gone? Pandulph thy ſelfe ſhalt ſee How France will fight for Rome and Romiſh rites. Nobles to armes, let him not paſſe the ſeas, Let's take him captiue, and in triumph lead The K. of England to the gates of Rome. Arthur beſtirre thee man, and thou ſhalt ſee What Philip K. of France will doe for thee. And will your Grace vpon your wedding day Forſake your bride, and follow dreadfull drums? Nay, good my Lord, ſtay you at home with me. Sweet heart content thee, and wee ſhall agree. Follow my Lords, Lord Cardinall lead the way, Drums ſhalbe muſicke to this wedding day. Thus hath K. Richards ſon performd his vowes, And offred Auſtria's blood for ſacrifice Vnto his fathers euerliuing ſoule. Braue Cordelion, now my heart doth ſay, I haue deſeru'd, though not to be thine heire, Yet as I am, thy baſe begotten ſonne, A name as pleaſing to thy Philips heart, As to be cald the Duke of Normandie. Lie there a prey to euery rau'ning fowle: And as my father triumpht in thy ſpoyles, And trode thine Enſignes vnderneath his feet, So doe I tread vpon thy curſed ſelfe, And leaue thy body to the fowles for food. Thus hath the God of kings with conquering arme Diſpearſt the foes to true ſucceſſion, Proud, and diſturber of thy Countries peace, Conſtance doth liue to tame thine inſolence, And on thy head will now auenged be For all the miſchiefs hatched in thy braine. Contemptuous Dame, vnreuerent Dutches thou, To braue ſo great a Queene as Elianor, Baſe ſcold, haſt thou forgot, that I was wife And mother to three mightie Engliſh Kings? I charge thee then, and you forſooth ſir boy, To ſet your Grandmother at libertie, And yeeld to Iohn your Vncle and your King. T'is not thy words proud Queene ſhall carry it. Nor yet thy threates proud Dame ſhal daunt my mind. Sweete Grandam, and good mother leaue theſe braules.