Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Cobbler's Prophecy · chunk 16 of 24

Wilson, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1590 [c.1589-1593] (Annals)
moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?)
T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.83 · 496 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.

Scholar lead him in. Be kind to him he is a soldier. Attend upon us to our hunting Sateros, We must have pleasant war anon with beasts. When will these fellows make an end. Depart my friends, I have a little business With this poor man that doth attend to speak with me. Fellow what is it thou wilt now reveal? You are the Duke of all this land, And this I wish ye understand; That Princes give to many bred Which wish them shorter by the head. You have a Courtier Emnius named, whose flattering tongue hath many blamed. He lowteth low doth fawn and kneel, Your worthy meaning for to feel. And quaintly roams your person nigh, willing to see it fall and die. You have a Daughter fair and trim, He loveth her and she loves him. Yet as the Fox doth win the Kid, So are his secret treasons hid: He dares not once his passions move, For fear your highness should reprove. Yet is it not your Daughter dear, That he desires so fair and clear: He coveteth your dignity, And therefore this intendeth he. Today you mean to hunt in wood, Aud for he doth pretend no good: He hath with shot intended ill, And means your noble Grace to kill: I that desire for to explain, The manner of your grace's pain. Give counsel ere the deed be done, That you may all deceiving shun: I see that Emnius cometh nigh, My protestation quickly try. And if you find as I have said, That you should be by him betrayed: Remember Raph the Cobbling knave, You warning of this mischief gave, So leave I you to search the slave. My honourable Lord, the train attends, All things are ready for your highness sport: And I am sent from other of estate. To pray your Grace to haste your wonted presence. Emnius they must attend a while, For I have secrets to impart with thee: Say on my Honourable Lord to me. Thou know'st we must unto the wood. True my most Gracious Lord. Suppose there were a traitorous foe of mine, What wouldst thou do to rid me from my fear? Die on the traitor, and prepare his grave, Before he should one thought of comfort have. But tell me Emnius, didst thou see a tree, That bore fair fruit delighting to the eye, And by the straightness of the trunk they grow too high. wouldst thou oppose thyself against the tree, And work the downfall ere the fall should be. I would regard no height to claim the fruit That should content me, but attempt to climb The highest top of height, or fall to death, Alone and naked to obtain my will. I am right joyous you are so resolved, Such Courtiers should become a noble Prince. But tell me Emnius had I any foe, That secretly attempted my distress, what secret weapon have ye to prevent?
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PlayThe Cobbler's Prophecy
AuthorWilson, Robert
Publication year (edition)1594
First performance / composition (Annals)1590 [c.1589-1593]
First performance (BritDrama)1592 [1589-1593]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Elizabeth's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)moral
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 238 · TCP A15515 · DEEP 191
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 837–904 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 24 in this edition
Length496 words · 629 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honour cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.834 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T0 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Scholler lead him in. Be kinde to him he is a souldier. Attend vpon vs to our hunting Sateros, VVe must haue pleasant warre anon with beasts. VVhen will these fellowes make an end. Depart my frends, I haue a little busines VVith this pore man that doth attend to speake with me. Fellow what is it thou wilt now reueale? You are the Duke of all this land, And this I wish yee vnderstand; That Princes giue to many bred VVhich wish them shorter by the head. You haue a Courtier Emnius namde, whose flattering tongue hath many blamde. He lowteth low doth fawne and kneele, Your worthy meaning for to feele. And quaintly romes your person nie, willing to see it fall and die. You haue a Daughter faire and trim, He loueth her and she loues him. Yet as the Fox doth win the Kid, So are his secret treasons hid: He dares not once his passions moue, For feare your highnes should reproue. Yet is it not your Daughter deare, That he desires so faire and cleare: He coueteth your dignitie, And therefore this intendeth hee. Today you meane to hunt in wood, Aud for he doth pretend no good: He hath with shot intended ill, And meanes your noble Grace to kill: I that desire for to explaine, The manner of your Graces paine. Giue counsell ere the deed be done, That you may al deceiuing shun: I see that Emnius commeth nie, My protestation quickly trie. And if you finde as I haue saide, That you should be by him betraide: Remember Raph the Cobling knaue, You warning of this mischiefe gaue, So leaue I you to search the slaue. My honorable Lord, the traine attends, All things are readie for your highnes sport: And I am sent from other of estate. To pray your Grace to hast your wonted presence. Emnius they must attend a while, For I haue secrets to impart with thee: Say on my Honorable Lord to me. Thou wit we must vnto the wood. True my most Gratious Lord. Suppose there were a traitrous foe of mine, VVhat wouldst thou doe to rid me from my feare? Dy on the traitor, and prepare his graue, Before he should one thought of comfort haue. But tell me Emnius, didst thou see a tree, That bore faire fruite delighting to the eye, And by the straightnes of the trunke they grow too hie▪ wouldst thou oppose thy selfe against the tree, And worke the downefall ere the fall should be. I would regard no hight to claime the fruite That should content me, but attempt to clime The highest top of hight, or fall to death, Alone and naked to obtaine my will. I am right ioyous you are so resolude, Such Courtiers should become a noble Prince. But tell me Emnius had I any foe, That secretly attempted my distresse, what secret weapon haue yee to preuent?