3 Henry the Sixth (The True Tragedy of Richard Duke of York and the Good King Henry the Sixth) · chunk 34 of 34
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1595 · first performed or written c.1591 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men T36 Hell, Furies and the language of punishm typicality 0.73 · 500 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T36: hell, earth, gods, death, ghosts, blood, bloody, heaven, night, ghost.
I Dedalus, my poor son Icarus, Thy father Minos that denied our course, Thy brother Edward, the sun that ●earde his wings, And thou the envious gulf that swallowed him. Oh better can my breast abide thy dagger's point, Then can mine cares that tragic history. Why dost thou think I am an executioner? A persecutor I am sure thou art, And if murdering innocents be executions, Then I know thou art an executioner. Thy son I killed for his presumption. Hadst thou been killed when first thou didst presume, Thou hadst not lived to kill a son of mine, And thus I prophesy of theo. That many a Widow for her husband's death, And many an infant's water standing eye, Widows for their husbands, children for their fathers, Shall curse the time that ever thou wert borne. The owl s●●ikt at thy birth, an evil sign, The night Crow cried, aboding luckless tune, Dogs howled and hideous tempests shook down trees, The Raven rooked her on the chimneys top, And chattering Pi●s in dismal discord sung, Thy mother felt more than a mother's pain, And yet brought forth less than a mother's hope, To wit▪ an undigest created lump. Not like the fruit of such a goodly tree, Teeth hadst thou in thy head when thou wast borne, Thus have we swept suspicion from our seat, And made our footstool of security. Come hither Bess, and let me kiss my boy, Young Ned, for thee, thine Uncles and myself, Have in our armours watched the Winter's night, Marched all a foot in summer's scalding heat, That thou mightst repossess the crown in peace, And of out labours thou shalt reap the gain. I'll blast his harvest and your head were laid, For yet I am not looked on in the world. This shoulder was ordained so thick to heave, And heave it shall some weight or break my back, Work thou the way, and thou shalt execute. Edward, Clarence and Gloster, love my lovely Queen, And kiss your princely nephew brothers both. The duty that I own unto your, Majesty, I seal upon the rosiate lips of this sweet babe. Thanks noble Clarence worthy brother thanks. And that I love the fruit from whence thou Sprangst, witness the loving kiss I give the child. To say the truth so Iudas kissed his master, And so he cried all hail▪ and meant all haste. Now am I seated as my soul delights, Having my country's peace, and brother's loves. What will your grace have done with Margaret▪ Ranard her father to the king of France, Hath pawned the Cyssels and Ierusalem, And hither have they sent it for her ransom. Away with her, and waste her hence to France, And now what rests but that we spend the time, With stately Triumphs and mirthful comic shows, Such as befits the pleasures of the Court. Sound drums and Trumpets, farewell to sour annoy, For here I hope begins our lasting joy.
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)
1595
First performance / composition (Annals)
c.1591
First performance (BritDrama)
1591 [1587-1592]
Company (BritDrama)
Pembroke's Men
Genre (British Drama)
history
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 265 · TCP A10726 · DEEP 212
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 2001–2062 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 34 of 34 in this edition
Length
500 words · 662 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T36 — Hell, Furies and the language of punishmentcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.734 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T32 · seed 44: T26 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I Dedalus, my poore ſonne Icarus, Thy father Minos that denide our courſe, Thy brother Edward, the ſunne that earde his wings, And thou the enuios gulfe that ſwallowed him. Oh better can my breſt abide thy daggers point, Then can mine cares that tragike hiſtorie. Why doſt thou thinke I am an executioner? A perſecutor I am ſure thou art, And if murdering innocents be executions, Then I know thou art an executioner. Thy ſonne I kild for his preſumption. Hadſt thou bin kild when firſt thou didſt preſume, Thou hadſt not liude to kill a ſonne of mine, And thus I propheſie of theo. That manie a Widdow for her husbands death, And many an infants water ſtanding eie, Widowes for their husbands, children for their fathers, Shall curſe the time that euer thou wert borne. The owle ſikt at thy birth, an euill ſigne, The night Crow cride, aboding luckleſſe tune, Dogs howld and hideous tempeſts ſhooke down trees, The Rauen rookt her on the Chimnies top, And chattering Pis in diſmall diſcord ſung, Thy mother felt more then a mothers paine, And yet brought orth leſſe then a mothers hope, To wit▪ an vndigeſt created lumpe. Not like the fruit of ſuch a goodly tree, Teeth hadſt thou in thy head when thou waſt borne, Thus haue we ſwept ſuſpition from our ſeat, And made our footſtoole of ſecuritie. Come hither Beſſe, and let me kiſſe my boie, Young Ned, for thee, thine Vncles and my ſelfe, Haue in our armors watcht the Winters night, Marcht all a foote in ſummers skalding heat, That thou mightſt epoſſeſſe the crowne in peace, And of out labours thou ſhalt reape the gaine. Ile blaſt his harueſt and your head were laid, For yet I am not lookt on in the world. This ſhoulder was ordaind ſo thicke to heaue, And heaue it ſhall ſome waight or breake my backe, Worke thou the waie, and thou ſhalt execute. Edward, Clarence and Gloſter, loue my louelie Queene, And kiſſe your princely nephew brothers both. The dutie that I owe vnto your, Maieſtie, I ſeale vpon the roſiate lips of this ſweet babe. Thankes noble Clarence worthie brother thankes. And that I loue the fruit from whence thou Sprangſt, witneſſe the louing kiſſe I giue the child. To ſaie the truth ſo Iudas kiſt his maiſter, And ſo he cride all haile▪ and meant all hae. Nowe am I ſeated as my ſoule delights, Hauing my countries peace, and brothers loues. What will your grace haue done with Margaret▪ Ranard her father to the king of France, Hath pawnd the Cyſſels and Ieruſalem, And hither haue they ſent it for her ranſome. Awaie with her, and wate hir hence to France, And now what reſts but that we ſpend the time, With ſtately Triumphs and mirthfull comick ſhewes, Such as befits the pleaſures of the Court. Sound drums and Trumpets, farewell to ſower annoy, For heere I hope begins our laſting ioie.