Shakespeare, William · published 1597 · first performed or written 1592 [1591-1592] (Annals) tragedy; history · Derby's (Strange's) Men (?) T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.73 · 468 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
The weary son hath made a golden seat, And by the bright track of his fiery Car, Gives signal of a goodly day to morrow, Where is Sir William Brandon, he shall bear my standard, The Earl of Pembroke keep his regiment, Good captain Blunt, bear my good night to him, And by the second hour in the morning, Desire the Earl to see me in my tent. Yet one thing more, good Blunt before thou goest: Where is Lord Stanley quartered, dost thou know. Unless I have mista'en his colors much, Which well I am assured, I have not done, His regiment, lies halfe a mile at least, South from the mighty power of the king. If without peril it be possible, Good captain Blunt bear my good night to him, And give him from me, this most needful scroll. Upon my life my Lord, I'll undertake it, Farewell good Blunt. Give me some ink, and paper, in my tent, I'll draw the form, and model of our battle, Limit each leader to his several charge, And part in just proportion our small strength, Come, let us consult upon to morrows business, In to our tent, the air is raw and cold. What is a clock. It is six of clock, full supper time. I will not sup to night, give me some ink and paper, What? is my be●er easier than it was?, And all my armour laid into my tent? It is my Liege, and all things are in readiness. Good Norfolk, hie thee to thy charge, Use careful watch, choose trusty sentinel. I go my Lord. Stur with the Lark to morrow gentle Norfolk. I warrant you my Lord. Catesby. My lord. Send out a Pursuivant at arms To stanley's regiment, bid him bring his power Before sun rising, lest his son George fall Into the blind cave of eternal night. Fill me a bowl of wine, give me a watch, Saddle white Surrey for the field to morrow, Look that my staves be sound and not too heavy Ratliffe. My lord. Saw'st thou the melancholy Lo. Northumberland? Thomas the Earl of Surrey and himself, Much about cock-shut time, from troop to troop Went through the army cheering up the soldiers. So I am satisfied, give me a bowl of wine, I have not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheer of mind that I was wont to have: Set it down. Is ink and paper ready? It is my lord. Bid my guard watch, leave me. Ratliffe about the mid of night come to mytent And help to arm me: leave me I say. Fortune and victory set on thy helm. All comfort that the dark night can afford, Be to thy person noble father in law, Tell me how fares our loving mother?
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 3037–3098 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 49 of 54 in this edition
Length
468 words · 600 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at homecross-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: 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)
The wearie sonne hath made a golden sete, And by the bright tracke of his fierie Carre, Giues signall of a goodlie day to morrow, Where is Sir William Brandon, he shall beare my standerd, The Earle of Pembroke keepe his regiment, Good captaine Blunt, beare my good night to him, And by the second houre in the morning, Desire the Earle to see me in my tent. Yet one thing more, good Blunt before thou goest: Where is Lord Stanlie quarterd, doest thou know. Vnlesse I haue mistane his coulers much, Which well I am assur'd, I haue not done, His regiment, lies halfe a mile at least, South from the mightie power of the king. If without perrill it be possible, Good captaine Blunt beare my good night to him, And giue him from me, this most needefull scrowle. Vpon my life my Lord, Ile vndertake it, Farewell good Blunt. Giue me some inke, and paper, in my ten, Ile drawe the forme, and modle of our battel, Limit each leader to his seuerall charge, And part in iust proportion our small strength, Come, let vs consult vpon to morrowes busines, In to our tent, the aire is rawe and cold. What is a clocke. It is sixe of clocke, full supper time. I will not sup to night, giue me some inke and paper, What? is my beer easier then it was?, And all my armour laid into my tent? It is my Liege, and all thinges are in readines. Good Norffolke, hie thee to thy charge, Vse carefull watch, chuse trustie centinell. I goe my Lord. Stur with the Larke to morrow gentle Norffolke. I warrant you my Lord. Catesby. My lord. Send out a Pursiuant at armes To tanle regiment, bid him bring his power Before sun rising, least his sonne George fall Into the blind caue of eternal night. Fill me a bowle of wine, giue me a watch, Saddle white Surrey for the field to morrow, Looke that my staues be sound and not too heauy Ratliffe. My lord. Sawst thou the melancholie Lo. Northumberland? Thomas the Earle of Surrey and himselfe, Much about cockshut time, from troupe to troupe Went through the army cheering vp the soldiors. So I am satisfied, giue me a boule of wine, I haue not that alacrity of spirit Nor cheere of mind that I was wont to haue: Set it down. Is inke and paper ready? It is my lord. Bid my guard watch, leaue me. Ratliffe about the mid of night come to mytent And help to arme me: leaue me I say. Fortune and victorie set on thy helme. All comfort that the darke night can afford, Be to thy person noble father in law, Tel me how fares our louing mother?