Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

1 Sir John Oldcastle · chunk 42 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 T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 477 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.

Is this the wolf whose thirsty throat did drink My dear sons blood? art thou the snake He cherished, yet with envious piercing sting, assailed'st him mortally? foul stigmatic, Thou venom of the country where thou livedst, And pestilence of this: were it not that law Stands ready to revenge thy cruelty, Traitor to God, thy master, and to me, These hands should be thy executioner. Patience sir Richard Lee, you shall have justice, And he the guerdon of his base desert, The fact is odious, therefore take him hence, And being hanged until the wretch be dead, His body after shall be hanged in chains, Near to the place, where he did act the murder. Prithee Lord shudge let me have mine own clothes, my strouces there, and let me be hanged in a with after my country, the Irish fashion. Go to, away with him, and now sir Iohn, Although by you, this murder came to light, And therein you have well deserved, yet upright law, So will not have you be excused and quit, For you did rob the Irishman, by which You stand attained here of felony, Beside, you have been lewd, and many years Led a lascivious unbeseeming life. Oh but my Lord, he repents, sir Iohn repents he will mend. In hope thereof, together with the favour, My Lord of Winchester entreats for you, We are content you shall be proved. I thank your good Lordship. These other falsely here, accused, and brought In peril wrongfully, we in like sort Do set at liberty, paying their fees. That office if it please ye I will do, For country's sake, because I know them well, They are my neighbours, therefore of my cost, Their charges shall be paid. And for amends, Touching the wrong unwittingly I have done, There are a few crowns more for them to drink. Your kindness merits praise sir Richard Lee, So let us hence. But Powesse still must stay, There yet remains a part of that true love, He owes his noble friend unsatisfied, And unperformed which first of all doth bind me, To gratulate your lordship's safe delivery, And then entreat, that since unlooked for thus, We here are met, your honour would vouchsafe, To ride with me to Wales, where though my power, (Though not to quittance those great benefits, I have received of you) yet both my house, My purse my servants, and what else I have, Are all at your command, deny me not, I know the bishop's hate pursues ye so, As there's no safety in abiding here. 'tis true my Lord, and God forgive him for it. Then let us hence, you shall be straight provided Of lusty geldings, and once entered Wales, Well may the Bishop hunt, but spite his face, He never more shall have the game in chase.
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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 2094–2153 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 42 of 42 in this edition
Length477 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawds at 0.730
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)
Is this the wolfe whose thirsty throate did drinke My deare sonnes bloud? art thou the snake He cherisht, yet with enuious piercing sting, Assaildst him mortally? foule stigmatike, Thou venome of the country where thou liuedst, And pestilence of this: were it not that law Stands ready to reuenge thy crueltie, Traitor to God, thy master, and to me, These hands should be thy executioner. Patience sir Richard Lee, you shall haue iustice, And he the guerdon of his base desert, The fact is odious, therefore take him hence, And being hangde vntil the wretch be dead, His body after shall be hangd in chaines, Neare to the place, where he did act the murder. Prethee Lord shudge let me haue mine own clothes, my strouces there, and let me be hangd in a with after my cuntry, the Irish fashion. Go to, away with him, and now sir Iohn, Although by you, this murther came to light, And therein you haue well deseru'd, yet vpright law, So will not haue you be excusde and quit, For you did rob the Irishman, by which You stand attained here of felony, Beside, you haue bin lewd, and many yeares Led a lasciuious vnbeseeming life. Oh but my Lord, he repents, sir Iohn repents he will mend. In hope thereof, together with the fauour, My Lord of Winchester intreates for you, We are content you shall be proued. I thanke your good Lordship. These other falsly here, accusde, and brought In perill wrongfully, we in like sort Do set at liberty, paying their fees. That office if it please ye I will do, For countries sake, because I know them well, They are my neighbours, therefore of my cost, Their charges shall be paide. And for amends, Touching the wrong vnwittingly I haue done, There are a few crownes more for them to drinke. Your kindnes merites praise sir Richard Lee, So let vs hence. But Powesse still must stay, There yet remaines a part of that true loue, He owes his noble friend vnsatisfide, And vnperformd which first of all doth bind me, To gratulate your lordships sfe deliuery, And then intreat, that since vnlookt for thus, We here are met, your honor would vouchsafe, To ride with me to Wales, where though my power, (Though not to quittance those great benefites, I haue receiud of you) yet both my house, My purse my seruants, and what else I haue, Are all at your command, deny me not, I know the Bishops hate pursues ye so, As theres no safety in abiding here. Tis true my Lord, and God forgiue him for it. Then let vs hence, you shall be straight prouided Of lusty geldings, and once entred VVales, VVell may the Bishop hunt, but spight his face, He neuer more shall haue the game in chace.