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Locrine, the Eldest Son of King Brutus · chunk 8 of 31

S., W. · published 1595 · first performed or written c.1594 (Annals)
tragedy · Unknown
unassigned nearest T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so · 485 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.

Tut let him come with millions of hosts, He shall find entertainment good enough, Yea fit for those that are our enemies: For we'll receive them at the lances points, And massacre their bodies with our blades: Yea though they were in number infinite, More than the mighty Babylonian queen, Semiramis the ruler of the West, Brought 'gainst the Emperor of the Scythians, Yet would we not start back one foot from them: That they might know we are invincible. Now by great Ioue the supreme king of heaven, And the immortal gods that live therein, whenas the morning shows his cheerful face, And Lucifer mounted upon his steed, Brings in the chariot of the golden sun, I'll meet young Albanact in the open field, And crack my lance upon his burganet, To try the valour of his boyish strength: There will I show such ruthful spectacles And cause so great effusion of blood, That all his boys shall wonder at my strength: As when the warlike queen of Amazon, Penthesilea armed with her lance, Girt with a corselet of bright shining steel, cooped up the faintheart Grecians in the camp. Spoke like a warlike knight my noble son, Nay like a prince that seeks his father's joy, Therefore tomorrow ere fair Titan shine, And bashful Eos messenger of light: Expels the liquid sleep from out men's eyes, Thou shalt conduct the right wing of the host, The left wing shall be under Segar's charge, The rearward shall be under me myself, And lovely Estrild fair and gracious, If fortune favour me in mine attempts, Thou shalt be queen of lovely Albion, Fortune shall favour me in mine attempts, And make the Queen of lovely Albion. Come let us in and muster up our train, And furnish up our lusty soldiers, That they may be a bulwark to our state, And bring our wished joys to perfect end. We Cobblers lead a merry life, Dan, dan, dan, dan: Void of all envy and of strife: Dan diddle dan. Our ease is great, our labour small: Dan, dan, dan, dan. And yet our gains be much withal: Dan diddle dan. With this art so fine and fair: Dan, dan, dan, dan. No occupation may compare Dan diddle dan: For merry pastime and joyful glee: Dan, dan, dan, dan. Most happy men we Cobblers be: Dan diddle dan. The can stands full of nappy ale, Dan: dan: dan: dan: In our shop still withouten fail: Dan diddle dan. This is our meat, this is our food: Dan: dan: dan: dan: This brings us to a merry mood: Dan diddle dan. This makes us work for company: Dan, dan, dan, dan: To pull the tankards cheerfully: Dan diddle dan. Drink to thy husband Dorothie, Dan, dan, dan, dan: Why then my Strumbo there's to thee: Dan diddle dan: Drink thou the rest Trumpart amain: Dan, dan, dan, dan.
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PlayLocrine, the Eldest Son of King Brutus
AuthorS., W.
Publication year (edition)1595
First performance / composition (Annals)c.1594
First performance (BritDrama)1591 [1590-1594]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 263 · TCP A11262 · DEEP 210
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 405–481 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 31 in this edition
Length485 words · 671 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T17 — Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and soldans at 0.669
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)
Tut let him come with millions of hostes, He shall find entertainment good inough, Yea fit for those that are our enemies: For weell receiue them at the launces points, And massaker their bodies with our blades: Yea though they were in number infinit, More then the mightie Babilonian queene, Semiramis the ruler of the West, Brought gainst the Emperour of the Scithians, Yet would we not start back one foote from them: That they might know we are inuincible. Now by great Ioue the supreme king of heauen, And the immortall gods that liue therein, When as the morning shewes his chearfull face, And Lucifer mounted vpon his steed, Brings in the chariot of the golden sunne, Ile meet yoong Albanact in the open field, And crack my launce vpon his burgane, To trie the valour of his boyish strength: There will I shew such ruthfull spectacles And cause so great effusion of blood, That all his boyes shall wonder at my strength: As when the warlike queene of Amazon, Penthisilea armed with her launce, Girt with a corslet of bright shining steele, Coupt vp the fainthart Graecians in the campe. Spoke like a warlike knight my noble son, Nay like a prince that seekes his fathers ioy, Therefore to morrow ere faire Titan shine, And bashfull Eos messenger of light: Expells the liquid sleep from out mens eyes, Thou shalt conduct the right wing of the hoste, The left wing shall be vnder Segars charge, The reareward shall be vnder me my selfe, And louely Estrild faire and gratious, If fortune fauour me in mine attempts, Thou shalt be queene of louely Albion, Fortune shall fauour me in mine attempts, And make the Queene of louely Albion. Come let vs in and muster vp our traine, And furnish vp our lustie souldiers, That they may be a bullwarke to our state, And bring our wished ioyes to perfect end. We Coblers lead a merie life, Dan, dan, dan, dan: Void of all ennie and of strife: Dan diddle dan. Our ease is great, our labour small: Dan, dan, dan, dan. And yet our gaines be much withall: Dan diddle dan. With this art so fine and faire: Dan, dan, dan, dan. No occupation may compare Dan diddle dan: For merie pastime and ioyfull glee: Dan, dan, dan, dan. Most happie men we Coblers bee: Dan diddle dan. The can stands full of nappie ale, Dan: dan: dan: dan: In our shop still withouten faile: Dan diddle dan. This is our meate, this is our foode: Dan: dan: dan: dan: This brings vs to a mery mood: Dan didle dan. This makes vs worke for companie: Dan, dan, dan, dan: To pull the tankards cheerfully: Dan didle dan. Drinke to thy husband Dorothie, Dan, dan, dan, dan: Why then my Strumbo ther's to thee: Dan didle dan: Drinke thou the rest Trumpart amaine: Dan, dan, dan, dan.