Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Tancred and Gismund (Gismond of Salerne) · chunk 6 of 29

Wilmot, Robert / Hatton, Christopher / Noel, HenryAl., G.Stafford, Roderick · published 1591 · first performed or written 1567 [1567-1568; revised 1591] (Annals)
tragedy · before the Court
unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 466 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.

A Prince, an Earl, a County in the Court. But love and duty force me to refrain, And drive away these fond affections, Submitting them unto my father's hest. But this (good Aunt) this is my chiefest pain, Because I stand at such uncertain stay. For if my kingly father would decree His final doom, that I must lead my life Such as I do, I would content me then To frame my fancies to his princely hest, And as I might, endure the grief thereof. But now his silence doubleth all my doubts, Whilst my suspicious thoughts twixt hope & fear, Distract me into sundry passions. Therefore (good Aunt) this labour must be yours, To understand my father's will herein: For well I know your wisdom knows the means, So shall you both allay my stormy thoughts, And bring to quiet my unquiet mind. Sufficeth this (good Niece) that you have said, For I perceive what sundry passions Strive in your breast, which oftentimes ere this Your countenance confused did bewray, The ground whereof since I perceive to grow On just respect of this your sole estate, And skilful care of fleeting youths decay, Your wise foresight such sorrowing to eschew I much commend, and promise as I may To break this matter, and impart your mind, Unto your father, and to work it so, As both your honour shall not be impeached, Nor he unsatisfied of your desire. Be you no farther grieved, but return Into your chamber. I shall take this charge, And you shall shortly truly understand What I have wrought, and what the king affirms. I leave you to the fortune of my stars. The heavens I hope will favour your request. My Niece shall not impute the cause to be In my default, her will should want effect: But in the king is all my doubt, lest he My suit for her new marriage should reject. Yet shall I prove him: and I heard it said, He means this evening in the park to hunt, Here will I wait attending his approach. Uncouple all our hounds: Lords to the chase: Fair sister Lucre, what's the news with you? Sir as I always have employed my power, And faithful service, such as lay in me, In my best wise, to honour you and yours: So now, my bounden duty moveth me, Your majesty most humbly to entreat, With patient ears, to understand the state, Of my poor niece, your daughter. what of her? Is she not well? Enjoys she not her health? Say sister, ease me of this jealous fear? She lives my Lord, & hath her outward health, But all the danger of her sickness lies In the disquiet of her princely mind: Resolve me? what afflicts my daughter so,
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PlayTancred and Gismund (Gismond of Salerne)
AuthorWilmot, Robert / Hatton, Christopher / Noel, HenryAl., G.Stafford, Roderick
Publication year (edition)1591
First performance / composition (Annals)1567 [1567-1568; revised 1591]
First performance (BritDrama)1568 [Apr] [1566 or 1568-1569]
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeUniversity/Inns of Court;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 178 · TCP A15498 · DEEP 138
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 302–362 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 29 in this edition
Length466 words · 603 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships at 0.852
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
A Prince, an Earle, a Countie in the Court. But loue and duetie force me to refraine, And driue away these fond affections, Submitting them vnto my fathers hest. But this (good Aunt) this is my chiefest paine, Because I stand at such vncertaine stay. For if my kinglie father would decree His finall doome, that I must leade my life Such as I doe, I would content me then To frame my fancies to his princely heast, And as I might, endure the greefe thereof. But now his silence doubleth all my doubts, Whilest my suspitious thoughts twixt hope & feare, Distract me into sundrie passions. Therefore (good Aunt) this labour must be yours, To vnderstand my fathers will herein: For wel I know your wisdome knowes the meanes, So shall you both allay my stormie thoughts, And bring to quiet my vnquiet mind. Sufficeth this (good Neece) that you haue said, For I perceiue what sundrie passions Striue in your brest, which oftentimes ere this Your countenance confused did bewray, The ground whereof since I perceiue to grow On iust respect of this your sole estate, And skilfull care of fleeting youths decay, Your wise foresight such sorrowing to eschew I much commend, and promise as I may To breake this matter, and impart your mind, Vnto your father, and to worke it so, As both your honor shal not be impeacht, Nor he vnsatisfied of your desire. Be you no farther greeued, but returne Into your chamber. I shall take this charge, And you shall shortlie truely vnderstand What I haue wrought, and what the king affirmes. I leaue you to the fortune of my starres. The heauens I hope will fauoury our request. My Neece shall not impute the cause to be In my default, her will should want effect: But in the king is all my doubt, least he My suite for her new mariage should reiect. Yet shall I proue him: and I heard it said, He meanes this euening in the parke to hunt, Here will I wait attending his approach. VNcouple all our hounds: Lords to the chase: Faire sister Lucre, what's the newes with you? Si as I alwaies haue imployd my power, And faithfull seruice, such as lay in me, In my best wise, to honour you and yours: So now, my bounden dutie moueth me, Your maiestie most humblie to intreat, With patient eares, to vnderstand the state, Of my poreneece, your daughter. what of her? Is she notwell? Inioyes she not her health? Say sister, ease me of this iealous feare? She liues my Lord, & hath her outward helth, But all the danger of her sicknes lies In the disquiet of her princelie mind: Resolue me? what afflicts my daughter so,