Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

1 Sir John Oldcastle · chunk 8 of 42

Wilson, Robert / Drayton, Michael / Munday, Anthony / Hathaway, Richard · published 1600 · first performed or written 1599 [Oct 16, payment] (Annals)
history · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 501 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Your lordship is most welcome unto Cobham, But I am very sorry, my good lord, My name was brought in question in this matter, Considering I have many enemies, That threaten malice, and do lie in wait To take advantage of the smallest thing. But you are welcome, and repose your lordship, And keep yourself here secret in my house, Until we hear how the lord Herbert speeds: Here comes my man. Sirrah, what news? Yonder's one master Butler of the privy chamber, is sent unto you from the King. I pray God the lord Herbert be not dead, and the King hearing whither I am gone, hath sent for me. Comfort yourself my lord, I warrant you. Fellow, what ails thee? dost thou quake? dost thou shake? dost thou tremble? ha? Peace you old fool, sirrah, convey this gentleman in the back way, and bring the other into the walk. Come sir. you are welcome, if you love my lord. God have mercy gentle friend. I thought as much, that it would not be long before I heard of something from the King, about this matter. Sir, yonder my lord walks, you see him, I'll have your men into the Cellar the while. welcome good master Butler. Thanks, my good lord: his Majesty doth commend his love unto your lordship, and wils you to repair unto the court. God bless his Highness, and confound his enemies, I hope his Majesty is well. In health, my lord. God long continue it: methinks you look as though you were not well, what ails you sir? Faith I have had a foolish odd mischance, that angers me: coming over Shooter's hill, there came a fellow to me like a sailor, and asked me money, and whilst I staid my horse to draw my purse, he takes th'advantage of a little bank and leaps behind me, whips my purse away, and with a sudden jerk I know not how, threw me at least three yards out of my saddle. I never was so robbed in all my life. I am very sorry sir for your mischance, we will send our warrant forth, to stay such suspicious persons as shall be found, than master Butler, we will attend you. I humbly thank your lordship, I will attend you. I have the law to warrant what I do, and though the Lord Cobham be a noble man, that dispenses not with law, I dare serve process were a five noble men, though we summoners make sometimes a mad slip in a corner with a pretty wench, a Sumner must not go always by seeing, a man may be content to hide his eyes, where he may feel his profit: well, this is my Lord Cobham's house, if I can devise to speak with him, if not, I'll clap my citation upon's door, so my lord of Rochester bid me, but methinks here comes one of his men. Welcome good fellow, welcome, who wouldst thou speak with?
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
Play1 Sir John Oldcastle
AuthorWilson, Robert / Drayton, Michael / Munday, Anthony / Hathaway, Richard
Publication year (edition)1600
First performance / composition (Annals)1599 [Oct 16, payment]
First performance (BritDrama)1599 [Nov]
Company (BritDrama)Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 376 · TCP A08469 · DEEP 291
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 422–452 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 42 in this edition
Length501 words · 641 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.769
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)
Your lordship is most welcome vnto Cobham, But I am very sory, my good lord, My name was brought in question in this matter, Considering I haue many enemies, That threaten malice, and do lie in waite To take aduantange of the smallest thing. But you are welcome, and repose your lordship, And keepe your selfe here secret in my house, Vntill we heare how the lord Herbert speedes: Here comes my man. Sirra, what newes? Yonders one maister Butler of the priuie chamber, is sent vnto you from the King. I pray God the lord Herbert be not dead, and the King hearing whither I am gone, hath sent for me. Comfort your selfe my lord, I warrant you. Fellow, what ailes thee? doost thou quake? dost thou shake? dost thou tremble? ha? Peace you old foole, sirra, conuey this gentleman in the backe way, and bring the other into the walke. Come sir. you are welcome, if you loue my lorde. God haue mercy gentle friend. I thought as much, that it would not be long before I heard of something from the King, about this matter. Sir, yonder my lord walkes, you see him, Ile haue your men into the Celler the while. welcome good maister Butler. Thankes, my good lord: his Maiestie dooth commend his loue vnto your lordship, and wils you to repaire vnto the court. God blesse his Highnesse, and confound his ennemies, I hope his Maiestie is well. In health, my lord. God long continue it: mee thinkes you looke as though you were not well, what ailes you sir? Faith I haue had a foolish odde mischance, that angers mee: comming ouer Shooters hill, there came a fellow to me like a Sailer, and asked me money, and whilst I staide my horse to draw my purse, he takes th'aduantage of a little banck and leapes behind me, whippes my purse away, and with a sodaine ierke I know not how, threw me at least three yards out of my saddle. I neuer was so robbed in all my life. I am very sorie sir for your mischance, wee will send our warrant foorth, to stay such suspitious persons as shal be found, then maister Butler, we wil attend you. I humbly thanke your lordship, I will attend you. I haue the law to warrant what I do, and though the Lord Cobham be a noble man, that dispenses not with law, I dare serue processe were a fiue noble men, though we Sumners make sometimes a mad slip in a corner with a prettie wench, a Sumner must not goe alwayes by seeing, a manne may be content to hide his eies, where he may feele his profit: well, this is my Lord Cobhams house, if I can deuise to speake with him, if not, Ile clap my citation vpon's doore, so my lord of Rochester bid me, but me thinkes here comes one of his men. Welcome good fellow, welcome, who wouldst thou speake with?