Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

1 Henry the Fourth · chunk 42 of 49

Shakespeare, William · published 1598 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1596-1597] (Annals)
history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.81 · 465 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.

Hear me my liege: For mine own part I could be well content, To entertain the lag end of my life With quiet hours. For I protest I have not sought the day of this dislike. You have not sought it, how comes it then? Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. Peace chewet, peace. It pleased your majesty to turn your looks Of favour from myself, and all our house, And yet I must remember you my Lord, We were the first and dearest of your friends, For you my staff of office did I break In Richard's time, and posted day and night To meet you on the way, and kiss your hand, When yet you were in place, and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I. It was myself, my brother and his son, That brought you home and boldly did outdare The dangers of the time. You swore to us, And you did swore that oath at Dancaster, That you did nothing purpose 'gainst the state, Nor claim no further than your new fallen right, The seat of Gaunt, Dukedom of Lancaster: To this we swore our aid: but in short space It rained down fortune showering on your head, And such a flood of greatness fell on you, What with our help, what with the absent king, What with the injuries of a wanton time, The seeming sufferances that you had borne, And the contrarious winds that held the king So long in his unlucky Irish wars, That all in England did repute him dead: And from this swarm of fair advantages, You took occasion to be quickly wooed To gripe the general sway into your hand, Forgot your oath to us at Dancaster, And being fed by us, you used us so As that ungentle gull the Cuckoos bird Useth the sparrow, did oppress our nest, Grew by our feeding to so great a bulk, That even our love durst not come near your sight, For fear of swallowing: but with nimble wing We were enforced for safety sake to fly Out of your sight, and raise this present head, Whereby we stand opposed by such means, As you yourself have forged against yourself By unkind usage, dangerous countenance, And violation of all faith and troth, Sworn to us in your younger enterprise. These things indeed you have articulate, Proclaimed at market Crosses, read in Churches, To face the garment of rebellion With some fine colour that may please the eye Of fickle changelings and poor discontents, Which gape and rub the elbow at the news Of hurly burly innouation, And never yet did insurrection want Such water colours to impaint his cause Nor moody beggars starving for a time, Of pell-mell havoc and confusion.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
Play1 Henry the Fourth
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1598
First performance / composition (Annals)1597 [c.1596-1597]
First performance (BritDrama)1597 [1596-1597]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 300 · TCP A11966 · DEEP 241
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1720–1780 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 42 of 49 in this edition
Length465 words · 586 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at home cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.809 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T13 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Heare me my liege: For mine own part I could be well content, To entertaine the lag end of my life With quiet houres. For I protest I haue not sought the day of this dislike. You haue not sought it, how comes it then? Rebellion lay in his way, and he found it. Peace chewet, peace. It pleasd your maiesty to turne your lookes Of fauor from my selfe, and all our house, And yet I must remember you my Lord, We were the first and dearest of your friends, For you my staffe of office did I breake In Richards time, and posted day and night To meet you on the way, and kisse your hand, When yet you were in place, and in account Nothing so strong and fortunate as I. It was my selfe, my brother and his sonne, That brought you home and boldly did outdare The dangers of the time. You swore to vs, And you did sware that oath at Dancaster, That you did nothing purpose gainst the state, Nor clame no further then your new falne right, The seat of Gaunt, Dukedom of Lancaster: To this we swore our aide: but in short space It rainde downe fortune showring on your head, And such a floud of greatnesse fell on you, What with our helpe, what with the absent king, What with the iniuries of a wanton time, The seeming sufferances that you had borne, And the contrarious winds that held the king So long in his vnlucky Irish wars, That all in England did repute him dead: And from this swarme of faire aduantages, You tooke occasion to be quickly wooed To gripe the general sway into your hand, Forgot your oath to vs at Dancaster, And being fed by vs, you vsd vs so As that vngentle gull the Cuckoes bird Vseth the sparrow, did oppresse our neast, Grew by our feeding to so great a bulke, That euen our loue durst not come neare your sight, For feare of swallowing: but with nimble wing We were inforst for safety sake to flie Out of your sight, and raise this present head, Whereby we stand opposed by such meanes, As you your selfe haue forgde against your selfe By vnkind vsage, daungerous countenance, And violation of all faith and troth, Sworne to vs in your yonger enterprize. These things indeed you haue articulate, Proclaimd at market Crosses, read in Churches, To face the garment of rebellion With some fine colour that may please the eye Of fickle changlings and poore discontents, Which gape and rub the elbow at the newes Of hurly burly innouation, And neuer yet did insurrection want Such water colors to impaint his cause Nor moody beggars staruing for a time, Of pell mell huocke and cnfusion.