Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Jack Straw · chunk 6 of 16

Anonymous · published 1593 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1593] (Annals)
history · Unknown
T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.81 · 469 words

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

I cannot think so good a Gentleman, As is that Knight Sir Iohn Morton I mean, Would entertain so base and vild a thought: Nor can it sink into my woman's head, That were it not for fear or policy, So true a bird would file so fair a nest, But here he comes, O so my longing mind, Desires to know the tidings he doth bring. The Commons of Kent salute your Majesty, And I am made their unhappy messenger: My Lord, a crew of Rebels are in field, And they have made commotions late in Kent, And drawn your people to a mutiny: And if your Grace see not to it in time, Your Land will come to ruin by their means, Yet may your Grace find remedy in time, To qualify their pride that thus presume. Who are the Captains of this Rebel rout, That thus do rise 'gainst their anointed King? What be they men of any worth or no? If men of worth, I cannot choose but pity them. No my good Lord, they be men of no great account, For they be none but tilers, Thatchers, Millers, and such like. That in their lives did never come in field, Before this mutiny did call them forth: And for security of my back return, Upon this message which I showed the King, They keep my wife and children for a pledge, And hauled me out from forth my Castle at Rochester, And swore me there to come unto your Majesty, And having told you their minds, I hope your Grace will pardon me for all: In that I am enforced thereunto. How many men have they assembled in the field? I think my Lord about twenty thousand men, But if your Grace would follow my advice, Thus would I deal with these Rebellious men, I would find time to parley with some of them, And know what in their minds they do intend, For being armed with such treacherous thoughts, They may perform more than your Grace expects. With speed return to those unnatural men, And see Sir Iohn you greet them thus from us, Tell them that we ourself will come to them, To understand their meaning and their minds: And tell them if they have any evil sustained, ourself will see sufficient recompense: Go good Sir Iohn, and tell them upon the Thames, ourself will meet with them, There to confer concerning their avail, Do so Sir Iohn and kindly recommend us to them all. We shall fulfil your grace's mind in this, And thus I take my congee of your Majesty, Wishing your Grace thrice Nestor's years to reign, To keep your Land, and guard your Royal Train, Farewell good Knight and as thou darest remember them though they forget themselves.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayJack Straw
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1593
First performance / composition (Annals)1591 [1590-1593]
First performance (BritDrama)1590 [1580-1593]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 207 · TCP A13062 · DEEP 166
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 265–320 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 16 in this edition
Length469 words · 576 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at home cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.809 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T22 · seed 44: T13 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I cannot thinke ſo good a Gentleman, As is that Knight Syr Iohn Morton I meane, VVould entertaine ſo baſe and vild a thought: Nor can it ſinke into my womans head, That were it not for feare or pollicie, So true a bird would file ſo faire a neſt, But here hee comes, O ſo my longing minde, Deſires to know the tidings hee doth bring. The Commons of Kent ſalute your Maieſtie, And I am made their vnhappie meſſenger: My Lord, a crue of Rebels are in field, And they haue made commotions late in Kent, And drawne your people to a mutinie: And if your Grace ſee not to it in time, Your Land will come to ruine by their meanes, Yet may your Grace finde remedie in time, To quallifie their pride that thus preſume. VVho are the Captaines of this Rebel rowt, That thus doo riſe gainſt their annointed King? VVhat bee they men of any worth or no? If men of worth, I cannot chooſe but pittie them. No my good Lord, they bee men of no great account, For they bee none but Tylers, Thatchers, Millers, and ſuch like. That in their liues did neuer come in field, Before this mutanie did call them ſorth: And for ſecuritie of my backe returne, Vpon this meſſage which I ſhowd the King, They keepe my wife and children for a pledge, And hald mee out from forth my Caſtell at Rocheſter, And ſwore me there to come vnto your Maieſtie, And hauing told you their mindes, I hope your Grace will pardon mee for all: In that I am enforced therevnto. How many men haue they aſſembled in the field? I thinke my Lord about twentie thouſand men, But if your Grace would follow my aduice, Thus would I deale with theſe Rebellious men, I would finde time to parly with ſome of them, And know what in their mindes they doo intend, For being armed with ſuch treacherous thoughts, They may performe more than your Grace expects. VVith ſpeede returne to thoſe vnnaturall men, And ſee Syr Iohn you greete them thus from vs, Tell them that wee our ſelfe will come to them, To vnderſtand their meaning and their mindes: And tell them if they haue any euill ſuſtaind, Our ſelfe will ſee ſufficient recompence: Goe good Syr Iohn, and tell them vpon the Thames, Our ſelfe will meete with them, There to conferre concerning their auaile, Doe ſo Sir Iohn and kindely recommend vs to them all. We ſhall fulfill your graces minde in this, And thus I take my Conge of your Maieſtie, VViſhing your Grace thrice Neſtors yeares to raigne, To keepe your Land, and gard your Royall Traine, Farewell good Knight and as thou dareſt remember them though they forget themſelues.