Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Edward the First · chunk 25 of 43

Peele, George · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals)
history · Unknown
unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 478 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.

As kings with rebels Mun, our right prevails, We have good Robin Hood and little Iohn, The Friar and the good Maid; marrian. Why our Lluellen is a mighty man. Trust me my Lord, methinks 'twere very good That some good fellows went and scoured the wood, And take in hand to cudgel Robin Hood. I think the Friar for all his lusty looks, Nor Robin rule with their gleams and hooks, But would be quickly driven to the nooks. I can assure your highness what I know, The false Lluellen will not run nor go Or give an inch of ground come man for man, Nor that proud rebel called little Iohn, To him that wields the massiest sword of England, Welshman, how wilt thou that we understand, But for Lluellen, David I deny, England hath men will make Lluellen fly, Maugre his beard and hide him in a hole, Weary of England's dints and manly dole. Gloster, grow not so hot in England's right, That paints his honour out in every sight. By Gis fair Lords ere many days be passed, England shall giue this Robin Hood his breakefall. David, be secret friend to that I say, And if I use thy skill thou knowest the way. Where this proud Robin and his yeomen roam. I do my Lord and blindfold thither can I run. David enough, as I am a Gentleman, I'll have one merry flirt with little Iohn, And Robin Hood, and his Maid marrian, Be thou my counsel and my company, And thou mayst England's resolution see. May it please your majesty, here are 4. good Squires of the Cantréds where they do dwell, come in the name of the whole country to gratulate unto your highness all your good fortunes, and by me offer their most humble service to your young son their Prince, whom they most heartily beseech God to bless with long life and honour. Well said Sussex I pray bid them come tear, Sir Dan trust me, this is kindly done of your country me. Villains, Traitors to the ancient glory and renown of Cambria, Morris Vaughan art thou there, and thou proud Lord of Anglesey. The poor country of Cambria by us unworthy messengers, gratulates to your majesty the birth of your young son Prince of Wales, and in this poor priest express their most zealous duty and affection, which with all humbleness we present to your highness sweet and sacred hands. Gramercis Barons for your gifts and good wills, by this means my boy shall wear a Mantle of countries weaving to keep him warm, and live for England's honour and Cambria's good, I shall not need I trust courteously to invite you, I doubt not Lords but you will be all in readiness to wait on your young Prince and do him honour at his christening.
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PlayEdward the First
AuthorPeele, George
Publication year (edition)1593
First performance / composition (Annals)1591 [1590-1593]
First performance (BritDrama)1591 [1590-1593]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 203 · TCP A09224 · DEEP 162
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1416–1454 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 43 in this edition
Length478 words · 623 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at home at 0.770
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)
As kings with rebels Mun, our right preuails, We haue good Robin Hood and little Iohn, The Frier and the good Maid; marrian. Why our Lluellen is a mightie man. Trust me my Lord, me thinks twere very good That some good fellowes went and scourd the wood, And take in hand to cudgell Robin Hood. I thinke the Frier for all his lusty lookes, Nor Robin rule with their gleames and hookes, But would be quickely driuen to the nookes. I can assure your highnes what I knowe, The false Lluellen will not runne nor goe Or giue an inche of ground come man for man, Nor that proude rebel called little Iohn, To him that welds the massiest sword of England, Welshman, how wilt thou that we vnderstand, But for Lluellen, Dauid I denie, England hathmen will make Lluellen flie, Maugre his beard and hide him in a hole, VVearie of Englands dints and manly dole. Gloster, grow not so hot in Englands right, That paints his honor out in euerie sight. By Gis faire Lords ere many daies be past, England shall giue this Robin Hood his breakefall. Dauid, be secrete friend to that I saie, And if I vse thy skill thou knowest the waie. VVhere this proude Robin and his yeomen rome. I do my Lord and blindfold thither can I run. Dauid enough, as I am a Gentleman, Ile haue one merrie flirt with little Iohn, And Robin Hood, and his Maide marrian, Be thou my counsell and my companie, And thou maist Enlands resolution see. May it please your maiestie, here are 4. good Squires of the Cantréds where they do dwell, come in the name of the whole countrey to gratulate vnto your highnes all your good fortunes, and by me offer their most humble seruice to your young sonne their Prince, whom they most heartely beseech God to blesse with long life and honor. Wel said Sussex I pray bid them come teare, Sir Dan trust me, this is kindly don of your cuntrey me. Villains, Traitors to the ancient glory and renowne of Cambria, Morris Vaghan art thou there, and thou proude Lord of Anglesee. The poore countrey of Cambria by vs vnworthie messengers, gratulats to your maiesty the birth of your young sonne Prince of Wales, and in this poore prest express their most zealous duetie and affection, which with all humblenes we present to your highnes sweete and sacred hands. Gramercis Barons for your giftes and good wils, by this means my boie shal weare a Mantle of cuntries weauing to keepe him warm, and liue for Englands honor and Cambrias good, I shall not neede I trust curteously to inuite you, I doubt not Lords but you wil be all in readines to waite on your young Prince and doe him honor at his christning.