Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.79 · 479 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
You may deny that you were not the cause, Of my Lord Hastings late imprisonment. She may my Lord. She may Lo: Rivers, why who knows not so? She may do more Sir than denying that: She may help you to many fair preferments, And then deny her aiding hand therein, And lay those honours on your high deserts, What may she not, she may, yea marry may she. What marry may she. What marry may she, marry with a King. A bachelor, a handsome stripling too. Iwis your Grandam had a worse match. My Lo: of Gloucester, I have too long borne Your blunt upbraid and your bitter scoffs, By heaven I will acquaint his Majesty With those gross taunts I often have endured: I had rather be a country servant maid. Then a great Queen with this condition. To be thus taunted, scorned, and baited at: Small joy have I in being England's Queen. And lessened be that small, God I beseech thee. Thy honour, state, and seat is due to me. What? threat you me with telling of the King, Tell him and spare not, look what I have said, ● I will avouch in presence of the King: ● 'tis time to speak, my pains are quite forgot. Out devil I remember them too well, Thou slewest my husband Henry in the tower, And Edward my poor son at Teuxbery. Ere you were Queen, yea or your husband King. I was a packhorse in his great affairs, A weeder out of his proud adversaries, A liberal rewarder of his friends: To royalize his blood I spilled mine own. Yea and much better blood than his or thine. In all which time you and your husband Grace, Were factious for the house of Lancaster: And Rivers, so were you, was not your husband In Margaret's battle at Saint Alban's slain: Let me put in your minds, if yours forget What you have been ere now, and what you are. Withal, what I have been, and what I am. A murderous villain, and so still thou art. Poor Clarence did forsake his father Warwicke, Yea and forswore himself (which Iesu pardon.) Which God revenge. To fight on Edward's party for the crown, And for his meed poor Lo: he is mewed up: I would to God my heart were flint like Edward's, Or Edward's soft and pitiful like mine, I am too childish, foolish for this world. High thee to hell for shame and leave the world Thou Cacodaemon, there thy kingdom is. My Lo.▪ of Gloucester in those busy days, Which here you urge to prove us enemies, We followed then our Lo: our lawful King, So should we you if you should be our King. If I should be? I had rather be a peddler, far be it from my heart the thought of it.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 512–571 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 54 in this edition
Length
479 words · 625 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationshipscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.791 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 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)
You may deny that you were not the cause, Of my Lord Hastings late imprisonment. She may my Lord. She may Lo: Ryuers, why who knowes not so? She may doe more Sir then denying that: She may helpe you to many faire preferments, And then deny her ayding hand therein, And lay those honours on your high deserts, What may she not, she may, yea marry may she. What mary may she. What mary may she, marry with a King. A batchelor, a handsome stripling too. Iwis your Grandam had a worser match. My Lo: of Glocester, I haue too long borne Your blunt vpbraidings and your bitter scoffes, By heauen I will acquaint his Maiesty With those grose taunts I often haue endured: I had rather be a countrey seruant maid. Then a great Queene with this condition. To be thus taunted, scorned, and baited at: Small ioy haue I in being Englands Queene. And lesned be that smal, God I beseech thee. Thy honour, state, and seate is due to me. What? threat you me with telling of the King, Tell him and spare not, looke what I haue said, I will auouch in presence of the King: Tis time to speake, my paines are quite forgot. Out diuell I remember them too well, Thou slewest my husband Henry in the tower, And Edward my poore sonne at Teuxbery. Ere you were Queene, yea or your husband King. I was a packhorse in his great affaires, A weeder out of his proud aduersaries, A liberall rewarder of his friends: To royalize his bloud I spilt mine owne. Yea and much better bloud then his or thine. In all which time you and your husband Gray, Were factious for the house of Lancaster: And Ryuers, so were you, was not your husband In Margarets battaile at Saint Albones slane: Let me put in your mindes, if yours forget What you haue beene ere now, and what you are. Withall, what I haue been, and what I am. A murtherous villaine, and so still thou art. Poore Clarence did forsake his father Wawicke, Yea and forswore himselfe (which Iesu pardon.) Which God reuenge. To fight on Edwards party for the crowne, And for his meede poore Lo: he is mewed vppe: I would to God my heart were lint like Edwards, Or Edwards soft and pittifull like mine, I am too childish, foolish for this world. Hie thee to hell for shame and leaue the worl Thou Cacodemon, there thy kingdome is. My Lo▪ of Glocester in those busie daies, Which here you vrge to proue vs enemies, We followed then our Lo: our lawfull King, So should we you if you should be our King. If I should be? I had rather be a pedler, Farre be it from my heart the thought of it.