Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The True Tragedy of Richard the Third · chunk 27 of 40

Anonymous · published 1594 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1594] (Annals)
tragedy; history · Queen Elizabeth's Men
T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.79 · 460 words

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

What's that? Why my Lord, to lose his head. Yea marry, I would 'twere off quickly, then But more to the strengthening of his title, She goes about to marry him to the queen's eldest daughter, Lady Elizabeth. Indeed my Lord that I heard was concluded, By all the nobility of Britain. Why then there it goes, The great devil of hell go with all. A marriage begun in mischief, shall end in blood: I think that accursed sorceress the mother Queen, Doth nothing but be with me, and hatcheth conspiracies, And brings out perilous birds to wound Their country's weal, The Earl is up in Arms, And with him many of the Nobility, He hath aid in France, He is rescued in Britain, And meaneth shortly to arrive in England: But all this spites me not so much, As his escape from Landoyse the Duke's Treasurer, Who if he had been pricked forth for revenge, He had ended all by apprehending of our foe, But now he is in disgrace with the Duke, And we farther off our purpose than tofore, But the Earl hath not so many biting dogs abroad, As we have sleeping curs at home here, Ready for rescue. But my Lord, I marvel how he should get aid there, Considering he is no friend to Britain. Ay so thou mayst marvel how the Duke of Britain, Durst wake such a foe as England against him, But evil fare makes open war. But who comes there Catsbie? Ha one of our spurs to revenge: The Lord Stanley, father in law to Lady Margaret, His coming is to us Catsbie, Wert not that his life might serve, For apprehension against our foe, He should have neither judge nor jury, But guilty death without any more ado. Now Lord Stanley, what news? Have you received any letters of your late embassage into Britain? What answer have you received of your letters? Why my Lord, for that I sent, I have received. And how doth your son then, is he in health? For his health my Lord, I do not mistrust. Faith tell us, when means he to arrive in England? And how many of our Nobility is with him? And what power is with him? And please your grace, His power is unknown to me, Nor willingly would not I be privy to such causes. Oh good words Lord Stanley, but give me leave to glean out of your golden field of eloquence, how brave you plead ignorance, as though you knew not of your sons departure into Britain out of England. Not I my Lord. Why is not his mother thy wife, & dares he pass over without the blessing of his mother, whose husband thou art?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe True Tragedy of Richard the Third
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1594
First performance / composition (Annals)1591 [1588-1594]
First performance (BritDrama)1589 [1588-1591]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Elizabeth's Men
Genre (British Drama)tragedy; history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 242 · TCP A10730 · DEEP 194
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 796–852 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 40 in this edition
Length460 words · 571 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at home cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.785 (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)
Whats that? Why my Lord, to looſe his head. Yea mary, I would twere off quickly, then But more to the ſtrengthening of his title, She goes about to marry him to the Queenes eldeſt daughter, Ladie Elizabeth. Indeed my Lord that I heard was concluded, By all the nobilitie of Brittaine. Why then there it goes, The great diuell of hell go with all. A marriage begun in miſchiefe, ſhall end in blood: I thinke that accurſed ſorrereſſe the mother Queene, Doth nothing but bewith me, and hatcheth conſpiracies, And brings out perillous birds to wound Their Countries weale, The Earle is vp in Armes, And with him many of the Nobilitie, He hath ayde in France, He is reſcued in Brittaine, And meaneth ſhortly to arriue in England: But all this ſpites me not ſo much, As his eſcape from Landoyſe the Dukes Treaſuror, Who if he had bene prickt foorth for reuenge, He had ended all by apprehending of our foe, But now he is in diſgrace with the Duke, And we farther off our purpoſe then to fore, But the Earle hath not ſo many byting dogs abroad, As we haue ſleeping curres at home here, Readie for reſcue. But my Lord, I maruell how he ſhould get aide there, Conſidering he is no friend to Brittaine. Ay ſo thou maiſt maruell how the Duke of Brittaine, Durſt wake ſuch a foe as England againſt him, But euill fare makes open warre. But who comes there Catsbie? Ha one of our ſpurres to reuenge: The Lord Standley, father in law to Ladie Margaret, His comming is to vs Catsbie, Wert not that his life might ſerue, For apprehenſion againſt our foe, He ſhould haue neither Iudge nor Iury, But guiltie death without any more ado. Now Lord Standley, what newes? Haue you receiued any letters of your late embaſſage into Brittaine? What anſwere haue you receiued of your letters? Why my Lord, for that I ſent, I haue receiued. And how doth your ſonne then, is he in health? For his health my Lord, I do not miſtruſt. Faith tell vs, when meanes he to arriue in England? And how many of our Nobilitie is with him? And what power is with him? And pleaſe your grace, His power is vnknowne to me, Nor willingly would not I be priuy to ſuch cauſes. Oh good wordes Lord Standley, but giue me leaue to gleane out of your golden field of eloquence, how braue you pleade ignorance▪ as though you knew not of your ſonnes departure into Brittaine out of England. Not I my Lord. Why is not his mother thy wife, & dares he paſſe ouer without the bleſſing of his mother, whoſe husband thou art?