Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

1 Sir John Oldcastle · chunk 18 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 T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 487 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.

How say you then, will you first hunt with us? Faith Lords, I like the pastime, where's the place? Peruse this writing, it will show you all, And what occasion we have for the sport. Call ye this hunting, my lords? Is this the stag You fain would chase, Harry our dread king? So we may make a banquet for the devil, And in the stead of wholesome meat, prepare A dish of poison to confound ourselves. Why so lord Cobham? see you not our claim? And how imperiously he holds the crown? besides, you know yourself is in disgrace, Held as a recreant, and pursued to death. This will defend you from your enemies, And stablish your religion through the land. Notorious treason! yet I will conceal My secret thoughts, to sound the depth of it. My lord of Cambridge, I do see your claim, And what good may redound unto the land, By prosecuting of this enterprise. But where are men? where's power and furniture To order such an action? we are weak, Harry, you know's a mighty potentate. Tut, we are strong enough, you are beloved, And many will be glad to follow you, We are the light, and some will follow us: Besides, there is hope from France: here's an ambassador That promiseth both men and money too. The commons likewise (as we hear) pretend A sudden tumult, we will join with them. Some likelihood, I must confess, to speed: But how shall I believe this is plain truth? You are (my lords) such men as live in Court, And highly have been favoured of the king, Especially lord Scroop, whom oftentimes He maketh choice of for his bedfellow. And you lord Grey are of his privy council: Is not this a train to entrap my life? Then perish may my soul: what think you so? we'll swear to you. Or take the sacrament. Nay you are noble men, and I imagine, As you are honourable by birth and blood, So you will be in heart, in thought, in word. I crave no other testimony but this. That you would all subscribe, and set your hands Unto this writing which you gave to me. With all our hearts: who hath any pen and ink? My pocket should have one: yea, here it is. Give it me lord Scroop: there is my name. And there is my name. And mine. Sir, let me crave, That you would likewise write your name with theirs, For confirmation of your masters word, The king of France. That will I noble Lord. So now this action is well knit together, And I am for you: where's our meeting, lords? Here if you please, the tenth of Iuly next. In Kent? agreed: now let us in to supper, I hope your honours will not away tonight. Yes presently, for I have far to ride, About soliciting of other friends.
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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 877–940 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 18 of 42 in this edition
Length487 words · 626 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T10 — England and France: war, embassy and peace at 0.756
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T8 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
How say you then, will you first hunt with vs? Faith Lords, I like the pastime, wheres the place? Peruse this writing, it will shew you all, And what occasion we haue for the sport. Call ye this hunting, my lords? Is this the stag You faine would chase, Harry our dread king? So we may make a banquet for the diuell, And in the fleede of wholsome meate, prepare A dish of poison to confound our selues. Why so lord Cobham? see you not our claime? And how imperiously he holdes the crowne? esides, you know your selfe is in disgrace, Held as a recreant, and pursude to death. This will defend you from your enemies, And stablish your religion through the land. Notorious treason! yet I will conceale My secret thought, to sound the depth of it. My lord of Cambridge, I doe see your claime, And what good may redound vnto the land, By prosecuting of this enterprise. ut where are men? where's power and furniture To order such an action? we are weake, Harry, you know's a mighty potentate. Tut, we are strong enough, you are belou'de, And many will be glad to follow you, VVe are the light, and some will follow vs: Besides, there is hope from France: heres an embassador That promiseth both men and money too. The commons likewise (as we heare) pretend A sodaine tumult, we wil ioyne with them. Some likelihoode, I must confesse, to speede: ut how shall I beleeue this is plaine truth? You are (my lords) such men as liue in Court, And highly haue beene fauour'd of the king, Especially lord Scroope, whome oftentimes He mketh choice of for his bedfellow. And you lord Gray are of his priuy councell: Is not this a traine to intrappe my life? Then perish may my soule: wht thinke you so? VVeele sweare to you. Or take the sacrament. Nay you are noble men, and I imagine, As you ae honorable by birth and bloud, So you will be in heart, in thought, in word. I craue no other testimony but this. That you woud all subscribe, and set your hands Vnto this writing which you gaue to me. VVith all our hearts: who hath any pen and inke? My pocket should haue one: yea, heere it is. Giue it me lord Scroope: there is my name. And there is my name. And mine. Sir, let me craue, That you would likewise write your name with theirs, For confirmation of your maisters word, The king of Fraunce. That will I noble Lord. So now this action is well knit together, And I am for you: where`s our meeting, lords? Here if you please, the tenth of Iuly next. In Kent? agreed: now let vs in to supper, I hope your honors will not away to night. Yes presenty, for I haue farre to ride, About solliciting of other friends.