Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

1 Sir John Oldcastle · chunk 27 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 T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 493 words

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

Pardon my Lord, my conscience urged me to it, Thy conscience? than thy conscience is corrupt, For in thy conscience thou art bound to us, And in thy conscience thou shouldst love thy country, Else what's the difference twixt a Christian, And the uncivil manners of the Turk? We meant no hurt unto your majesty, But reformation of Religion. Reform Religion? was it that ye sought? I pray who gave you that authority? Belike than we do hold the sceptre up, And sit within the throne but for a cipher, Time was, good subjects would make known their grief, And pray amendment, not enforce the same, Unless their King were tyrant, which I hope You cannot justly say that Harry is, What is that other? A maltman my Lord, And dwelling in Dunstable as he says. Sirrah what made you leave your barley broth, To come in armour thus against your King? Fie paltry, paltry to and fro, in and out upon occasion, what a world's this? knighthood (my liege) 'twas knighthood brought me hither, they told me I had wealth enough to make my wife a lady. And so you brought those horses which we saw, Trapped all in costly furniture, and meant To wear these spurs when you were knighted once. In and out upon occasion I did. In and out upon occasion, therefore you shall be hanged, and in the stead of wearing these spurs upon your heels, about your neck they shall bewray your folly to the world. In and out upon occasion, that goes hard. Fie paltry paltry, to and fro, good my liege a pardon, I am sorry for my fault. That comes too late: but tell me, went there none Beside sir Roger Acton, upon whom You did depend to be your governor? None none my Lord, but sir Iohn Oldcastle. bears he part in this conspiracy. We looked my Lord that he would meet us here. But did he promise you that he would come. Such letters we received forth of Kent. Where is my Lord the King? health to your grace, Examining my Lord some of these caitiff rebels, It is a general voice amongst them all, That they had never come unto this place, But to have met their valiant general, The good Lord Cobham as they title him, Whereby, my Lord, your grace may now perceive, His treason is apparent, which before He sought to colour by his flattery. Now by my royalty I would have sworn, But for his conscience, which I bear withal, There had not lived a more true hearted subject. It is but counterfeit, my gracious lords, And therefore may it please your majesty, To set your hand unto this precept here, By which we'll cause him forthwith to appear, And answer this by order of the law. Bishop, not only that, but take commission, To search, attach, imprison, and condemn, This most notorious traitor as you please.
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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 1282–1338 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 27 of 42 in this edition
Length493 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at home at 0.809
Other seedsseed 43: T22 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Pardon my Lord, my conscience vrg'd me to it, Thy conscience? then thy conscience is corrupt, For in thy conscience thou art bound to vs, And in thy conscience thou shouldst loue thy country, Else what s the difference twixt a Christian, And the vnciuil manners of the Turke? We meant no hurt vnto your maiesty, But reformation of Religion. Reforme Religion? was it that ye sought? I pray who gaue you that authority? Belike then we do hold the scepter vp, And sit within the throne but for a cipher, Time was, good subiects would make knowne their griefe, And pray amendment, not inforce the same, Vnlesse their King were tyrant, which I hope You cannot iustly say that Harry is, What is that other? A mault-man my Lord, And dwelling in Dunstable as he saies. Sirra what made you leaue your barly broth, To come in armour thus against your King? Fie paltry, paltry to and fro, in and out vpon occasion, what a worlde's this? knight-hood (my liege) twas knighthood brought me hithe, they told me I had wealth enough to make my wife a lady. And so you brought those horses which we saw, Trapt all in costly furniture, and meant To weare these spurs when you were knighted once. In and out vpon occasion I did. In and out vppon occasion, therefore you shall be hang'd, and in the sted of wearing these spurres vpon your heeles, about your necke they shall bewray your folly to the world. In and out vpon ocasion, that goes hard. Fic paltry paltry, to and fro, good my liege a pardon, I am sory for my fault. That comes too late: but tell me, went there none Beside sir Roger Acton, vpon whom You did depend to be your gouernour? None none my Lord, but sir Iohn Old-castle. Beares he part in this conspiracie. We lookt my Lord that he would meet vs here. But did he promise you that he would come. Such letters we receiued forth of Kent. Where is my Lord the King? health to your grace, Examining my Lord some of these caitiue rebels, It is a generall voyce amongst them all, That they had neuer come vnto this place, But to haue met their valiant general, The good Lord Cobham as they title him, Whereby, my Lord, your grace may now perceiue, His treason is apparant, which before He sought to colour by his flattery. Now by my roaltie I would haue sworne, But for his conscience, which I beare withall, There had not liude a more true hearted subiect. It is but counterfeit, my gracious lords, And therefore may it please your maiestie, To set your hand vnto this precept here, By which weel cause him forthwith to appeare, And answer this by order of the law. Bishop, not only that, but take commission, To search, attach, imprison, and condemne, This most notorious traitor as you please.