1 The Troublesome Reign of King John · chunk 26 of 29
Anonymous · published 1611 · first performed or written 1591 (Annals) history · Queen Elizabeth's Men T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.74 · 506 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.
My Liege, that were to busy men with doubts, Once were you crowned, proclaimed, and with applause Your city streets have echoed to the ear, God save the King, God save our Sovereign Iohn. Pardon my fear, my censure doth infer Your Highness not deposed from regal State, Would breed a mutiny in people's minds, What it should mean to have you crowned again. Pembroke, perform what I have bid thee do, Thou know'st not what induceth me to this. Essex go in, and Lordings all be gone About this task, I will be crowned anon. What news, how do the Abbot's chests? Are Friars fatter than the Nuns are fair? What cheer with Churchmen, had they gold or no? Tell me, how hath thy office took effect? My Lord, I have performed your highness charge: The ease-bred Abbots, and the barefoot Friars, The Monks, the Priors, and holy cloistered Nuns, Are all in health, and were my Lord in wealth, Till I had tithed and told their holy hoards. I doubt not when your Highness sees my prize, You may proportion all their former pride. Why so, now sorts it Philip as it should: This small intrusion into Abbey trunks, Will make the Popelings excommunicate, Curse, ban, and breath out damned orisons, As thick as hailstones fore the Spring's approach: But yet as harmless and without effect, As is the echo of a Cannons crack Discharged against the battlements of heaven. But what news else befell there Philip? Strange news my Lord: within your territories Near Pomfret is a prophet new sprung up, Whose divination volleys wonders forth: To him the Commons throng with Country gifts, He sets a date unto the Beldames death, Prescribes how long the Virgin's state shall last, Distinguisheth the moving of the heavens, Gives limits unto holy nuptial rites, Foretelleth famine, aboundeth plenty forth: Of fate, of fortune, life and death he chats, With such assurance, scruples put apart, As if he knew the certain dooms of heaven, Or kept a Register of all the Destinies. Thou tellest me marvels, would thou hadst brought the man, We might have questioned him of things to come. My Lord, I took a care of had-I-wist, And brought the prophet with me to the Court, He stays my Lord but at the Presence door: Pleaseth your Highness, I will call him in. Nay stay awhile, we'll have him here anon, A thing of weight is first to be performed. Lordings and friends supporters of our State, Admire not at this unaccustomd course, Nor in your thoughts blame not this deed of yours. Once ere this time was I invested King, Your fealty sworn as Liegemen to our state: Once since that time ambitious weeds have sprung To stain the beauty of our garden plot: But heavens in our conduct rooting thence The false intruders, breakers of world's peace, Have to our joy, made sunshine chase the storm. After the which, to try your constancy, That now I see is worthy of your names,
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Position
nodes 1374–1438 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 26 of 29 in this edition
Length
506 words · 694 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T31 — Popes, cardinals and the crowncross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.737 (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)
My Liege, that were to buſie men with doubts, Once were you crownd, proclaimd, and with applauſe Your citie ſtreets haue ecchoed to the eare, God ſaue the King, God ſaue our Soueraigne Iohn. Pardon my feare, my cenſure doth inferre Your Highneſſe not depoſde from regall State, Would breed a mutinie in peoples mindes, What it ſhould meane to haue you crownd againe. Pembrooke, performe what I haue bid thee do, Thou knowſt not what induceth me to this. Eſſex goe in, and Lordings all be gone About this taske, I will be crownd anone. What newes, how do the Abbots cheſts? Are Friers fatter than the Nunnes are faire? What cheere with Church-men, had they gold or no? Tell me, how hath thy office tooke effect? My Lord, I haue performd your Highnes charge: The eaſe-bred Abbots, and the bare-foote Friers, The Monks, the Priors, and holy cloyſtred Nunnes, Are all in health, and were my Lord in wealth, Till I had tithde and tolde their holy hoords. I doubt not when your Highneſſe ſees my prize, You may proportion all their former pride. Why ſo, now ſorts it Philip as it ſhould: This ſmall intruſion into Abbey trunkes, Will make the Popelings excommunicate, Curſe, ban, and breathe out damned oriſons, As thicke as haile-ſtones fore the Springs approach: But yet as harmeleſſe and without effect, As is the eccho of a Cannons cracke Diſchargde againſt the battlements of heauen. But what newes elſe befell there Philip? Strange news my Lord: within your territories Neere Pomfret is a prophet new ſprung vp, Whoſe diuination volleis wonders foorth: To him the Commons throng with Countrey gifts, He ſets a date vnto the Beldames death, Preſcribes how long the Virgins ſtate ſhall laſt, Diſtinguiſheth the moouing of the heauens, Giues limits vnto holy nuptiall rites, Foretelleth famine, aboundeth plentie forth: Of fate, of fortune, life and death he chats, With ſuch aſſurance, ſcruples put apart, As if he knew the certaine doomes of heauen, Or kept a Regiſter of all the Deſtinies. Thou telſt me maruels, would thou hadſt brought the man, We might haue queſtiond him of things to come. My Lord, I tooke a care of had-I-wiſt, And brought the prophet with me to the Court, He ſtaies my Lord but at the Preſence doore: Pleaſeth your Highneſſe, I will call him in. Nay ſtay awhile, wee'l haue him here anone, A thing of weight is firſt to be performd. Lordings and friends ſupporters of our State, Admire not at this vnaccuſtomd courſe, Nor in your thoughts blame not this deede of yours. Once ere this time was I inueſted King, Your fealtie ſworne as Liegemen to our ſtate: Once ſince that time ambitious weedes haue ſprung To ſtaine the beauty of our garden plot: But heauens in our conduct rooting thence The falſe intruders, breakers of worlds peace, Haue to our ioy, made ſunne-ſhine chaſe the ſtorme. After the which, to trie your conſtancie, That now I ſee is worthy of your names,