Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T42 English historical figures: a mixed clus typicality 0.75 · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis
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So stood the state when Harry the sixth Was crowned at Paris, but at ix. months old. Stood the state so? no good my friend not so, For then this land was famously enriched With politic grave counsel: then the King Had virtuous Uncles to protect his Grace. So hath this, both by the father and mother. Better it were they all came by the father, Or by the father there were none at all: For emulation now, who shall be nearest: Will touch us all too near, if God prevent not▪ Oh full of danger is the Duke of Gloucester, And the Queen's kindred haughty and proud, And were they to be ruled, and not to rule, This sickly land might solace as before. Come come, we fear the worst, all shallbe well▪ When clouds appear, wise men put on their cloaks: When great leaves fall, the winter is at hand: When the sun sets▪ who doth not look for night: Untimely storms, make men expect a dearth: All may be well: but if God sort it so, 'tis more than we deserve or I expect. Truly the souls of men are full of bread: Ye cannot almost reason with a man That looks not heavily, and full of fear. Before the times of change still is it so: By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust Ensuing dangers, as by proof we see▪ The waters swell before a boisterous storm: But leave it all to God: whither away? We are sent for to the justice▪ And so was I, I'll bear you company▪ Last night I hear they lay at Northhampton. At Stonistratford will they be to night, To morrow or next day, they will be here. I long with all my heart to see the Prince, I hope he is much grown since last I saw him. But I hear no, they say my son of York Hath almost overta'en him in his growth. I mother, but I would not have it so. Why my young cozen it is good to grow. Grandam, one night as we did sit at supper, My Uncle Rivers talked how I did grow More than my brother. I quoth my Nnckle Gloucester, Small herbs have grace, great weeds grow apace, And since me thinks I would not grow so fast: Because sweet flowers are slow, and weeds make haste. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did object the same to thee: He was the wretchedst thing when he was young, So long a growing, and so leisurely, That if this were a true rule, he should be gracious. Why Madam, so no doubt he is. I hope so too, but yet let mothers doubt. Now by my troth if I had been remembered, I could have given my uncles grace a flout, That should have nearer touched his growth than he did mine. How my pretty York? I pray thee let me hear it.
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Position
nodes 1306–1363 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 22 of 54 in this edition
Length
498 words · 629 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T42 — English historical figures: a mixed clustercontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.750 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
So stoode the state when Harry the sixt Was crownd at Paris, but at ix. moneths olde. Stoode the state so? no good my friend not so, For then this land was famously enricht With pollitike graue counsell: then the King Had vertuous Vnckles to protect his Grace. So hath this, both by the father and mothe. Better it were they all came by the father, Or by the father there were none at all: For emulation now, who shall be neerest: Will touch vs all too neare, if God preuent not▪ Oh full of danger is the Duke of Glocester, And the Queenes kindred hauty and proud, And were they to be rulde, and not to rule, This sickly land might solace as before. Come come, we feare the worst, all shalbe well▪ When cloudes appeare, wise men put on their clokes: When great leaues fall, the winter is at hand: When the sunne sets▪ who doth not looke for night: Vntimely stormes, make men expect a darth: All may be well: but if God sort it so, Tis more then we deserue or I expect. Truely the soules of men are full of bread: Yee cannot almost reason with a man That lookes not heauily, and full of feare. Before the times of change still is it so: By a diuine instinct mens mindes mistrust Ensuing dangers, as by proofe we see▪ The waters swell before a boistrous storme: But leae it all to God: whither away? We are sent for to the Iustice▪ And so was I, Ile beare you company▪ Last night I heare they lay at Northhapton. At Stonistratford will they be to night, To morrow or next day, they will be here. I long with all my heart to see the Prince, I hope he is much growen since last I saw him. But I heare no, they say my sonne of Yorke Hath almost ouertane him in his growth. I mother, but I would not haue it so. Why my young Cosen it is good to growe. Grandam, one night as we did sit at supper, My Vnckle Riuers talkt how I did grow More then my brother. I quoth my Nnckle Glocester, Small herbes haue grace, great weedes grow apace, And since me thinkes I would not grow so fast: Because sweete flowers are slow, and weedes make haste. Good faith, good faith, the saying did not hold In him that did obiect the same to thee: He was the wretchedst thing when he was young, So long a growing, and so leisurely, That if this were a true rule, he should be gratious. Why Madame, so no doubt he is. I hope so too, but yet let mothers doubt. Now by my troth if I had beene remembred, I could haue giuen my Vnckles grace a flout, That should haue neerer toucht his growth then he did mine. How my prety Yorke? I pray thee let me heare it.