Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Scottish History of James the Fourth · chunk 16 of 40

Greene, Robert · published 1598 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals)
romance · Unknown
unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 485 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.

Of that which yours and my poor heart doth break: Although fear shuts our mouths we dare not speak. What mean these Princes sadly to consult? Somewhat I fear, betideth them amiss, They are so pale in looks, so vexed in mind: In happy hour the Noble Scottish Peers Have I encountered you, what makes you mourn? If we with patience may attentive gain, Your Grace shall know the cause of all our grief. Speak on good father, come and sit by me: I know thy care is for the common good. As fortune mighty Princes reareth some, To high estate, and place in Commonweal, So by divine bequest to them is lent, A riper judgement and more searching eye: Whereby they may discern the common harm, For where importunes in the world are most, Where all our profits rise and still increase, There is our mind, thereon we meditate, And what we do partake of good advice, That we employ for to concern the same.) To this intent these nobles and myself, That are (or should be) eyes of Commonweal, Seeing his highness reckless course of youth His lawless and unbridled vain in love, His to intentive trust too flatterers, His abject care of council and his friends, Cannot but grieve, and since we cannot draw His eye or judgement to discern its faults Since we have spoken and counsel is not heard, I for my part, (let others as they list) Will leave the Court, and leave him to his will: lest with a ruthful eye I should behold, His over throw which sore I fear is nigh. Ah father are you so estranged from love, From due allegiance to your Prince and land, To leave your King when most he needs your help, The thrifty husbandmen, are never wont That see their lands unfruitful, to forsake them: But when the mould is barren and unapt, They toil, they blow, and make the fallow fat: The pilot in the dangerous seas is known, In calmer waves the silly sailor strives, Are you not members Lords of Commonweal, And can your head, your dear anointed King, Default ye Lords, except yourselves do fail? Oh stay your steps, return and counsel him. Men seek not moss upon a rolling stone, Or water from the siue, or fire from ice: Or comfort from a reckless monarch hands. madam he sets us light that served in Court, In place of credit in his father's days, If we but enter presence of his grace, Our payment is a frown, a scoff, a frump, Whilst flattering Gnato pranks it by his side, Soothing the careless King in his misdeeds, And if your grace consider your estate, His life should urge you too if all be true. Why Douglas why? As if you have not heard His lawless love to Ida grown of late, His careless estimate of your estate.
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PlayThe Scottish History of James the Fourth
AuthorGreene, Robert
Publication year (edition)1598
First performance / composition (Annals)c.1590
First performance (BritDrama)1590 [1588-1592]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 314 · TCP A02168 · DEEP 255
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 793–854 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 40 in this edition
Length485 words · 623 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T53 — The crown: kingship claimed, resigned and seized at 0.842
Other seedsseed 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)
Of that which yours and my poore heart doth breake▪ Altho feare shuts our mouths we dare not speake. What meane these Princes sadly to consult? Somewhat I feare, betideth them amisse, They are so pale in lookes, so vext in minde: In happie houre the Noble Scottish Peeres Haue I incountred you, what makes you mourne? If we with patience may attentiue gaine, Your Grace shall know the cause of all our griefe. Speake on good father, come and sit by me: I know thy care is for the common good. As fortune mightie Princes reareth some, To high estate, and place in Common-weale, So by diuine bequest to them is lent, A riper iudgement and more searching eye: Whereby they may discerne the common harme, For where importunes in the world are most, Where all our profits rise and still increase, There is our minde, thereon we meditate, And what we do partake of good aduice, That we imploy for to concerne the same.) To this intent these nobles and my selfe, That are (or should bee) eyes of Common-weale, Seeing his highnesse reachlesse course of youth His lawlesse and vnbridled vaine in loue, His to intentiue trust too flatterers, His abiect care of councell and his friendes, Cannot but greeue, and since we cannot drawe His eye or Iudgement to discerne is faults Since we haue spake and counsaile is not heard, I for my part, (let others as they list) Will leaue the Court, and leaue him to his will: Least with a ruthfull eye I should behold, His ouer throw which sore I feare is nye. Ah father are you so estranged from loue, From due alleageance to your Prince and land, To leaue your King when most he needs your help, The thriftie husbandmen, are neuer woont That see their lands vnfruitfull, to forsake them: But when the mould is barraine and vnapt, They toyle, they plow, and make the fallow fatte: The pilot in the dangerous seas is knowne, In calmer waues the sillie sailor striues, Are you not members Lords of Common-weale, And can your head, your deere annointed King, Default ye Lords, except your selues do faile? Oh stay your steps, returne and counsaile him. Men seek not mosse vpon a rowling stone, Or water from the siue, or fire from yce: Or comfort from a rechlesse monarkes hands. Madame he sets vs light that seru'd in Court, In place of credit in his fathers dayes, If we but enter presence of his grace, Our payment is a frowne, a scoffe, a frumpe, Whilst flattering Gnato prancks it by his side, Soothing the carelesse King in his misdeeds, And if your grace confider your estate, His life should vrge you too if all be true. Why Douglas why? As if you haue not heard His lawlesse loue to Ida growne of late, His carelesse estimate of your estate.