Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

2 Henry the Fourth · chunk 43 of 47

Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written 1597 [c.1597-1598] (Annals)
history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 499 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.

And with his spirits sadly I survive, To mock the expectation of the world, To frustrate prophecies, and to race out, Rotten opinion, who hath writ me down After my seeming, the tide of blood in me Hath proudly slowd in vanity till now: Now doth it turn, and ebb back to the sea, Where it shall mingle with the state of floods, And flow henceforth in formal majesty. Now call we our high court of parliament, And let us choose such limbs of noble counsel, That the great body of our state may go, In equal rank with the best governed Nation, That war, or peace, or both at once, may be, As things acquainted and familiar to us, In which you father shall have foremost hand: Our coronation done, we will accite, (As I before remembered) all our state, And (God consigning to my good intents,) No prince nor peer shall have just cause to say, God shorten Harry's happy life one day. Nay you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour we will eat a last years pippin of mine own graffing, with a dish of caraways and so forth: come cousin Scilens, and then to bed. Fore God you have here goodly dwelling, and rich. Barren, barren, barren, beggars all, beggars all sir Iohn, mary good air: spread Davy, spread Davy, well said Dauy. This Davy serves you for good uses, he is your serving-man, and your husband. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet sir Iohn: by the mass I have drunk too much sack at supper: a good varlet: now sit down, now sit down, come cousin. A sirrah quoth a, we shall do nothing but eat and make good cheer and praise God for the merry year, when flesh is cheap and females dear, and lusty lads roam here and there so merely, and ever among so merrily. There's a merry heart, good M. Silens i'll give you a health for that anon. Give master Bardolfe some wine, Dauy. Sweet sir sit, i'll be with you anon, most sweet sir sit, master Page good master Page sit: proface, what you want in meat, we'll have in drink, but you must bear, the heart's al. Be merry master Bardolfe, and my little soldier there, be merry. Be merry, be merry, my wife has all, for women are shrew's both short and tall, 'tis merry in hall when beards wags all, and welcome merry shrovetide, be merry, be merry. I did not think master Scilens had been a man of this metal. Who I? I have been merry twice and once ere now. There's a dish of Lether-coates for you. Davy? Your worship: I'll be with you strait, a cup of wine sir. A cup of wine that's brisk and fine, and drink unto the leman mine, and a merry heart lives long a. Well said master Scilens. And we shall be merry, now comes in the sweet a'th' night.
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Play2 Henry the Fourth
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1600
First performance / composition (Annals)1597 [c.1597-1598]
First performance (BritDrama)1597 [1596-1600]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 378 · TCP A11974 · DEEP 293
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1703–1742 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 43 of 47 in this edition
Length499 words · 685 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T53 — The crown: kingship claimed, resigned and seized at 0.789
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)
And with his spirites sadly I suruiue, To mocke the expectation of the world, To frustrate prophecies, and to race out, Rotten opinion, who hath writ me downe After my seeming, the tide of bloud in me Hath prowdely slowd in vanitie till now: Now doth it turne, and ebbe backe to the sea, Where it shall mingle with the state of flouds, And flow henceforth in formall maiestie. Now call we our high court of parliament, And let vs chuse such limbs of noble counsaile, That the great bodie of our state may goe, In equall ranke with the best gouernd Nation, That warre, or peace, or both at once, may be, As things acquinted and familiar to vs, In which you father shall haue formost hand: Our coronation done, we wil accite, (As I before remembred) all our state, And (God consigning to my good intents,) No prince nor peere shall haue iust cause to say, God shorten Harries happy life one day. Nay you shall see my orchard, where, in an arbour we will eate a last yeeres pippen of mine owne graffing, with a dish of carrawaies and so forth: come coosin Scilens, and then to bed. Fore God you haue here goodly dwelling, and rich. Barraine, barraine, barraine, beggars all, beggars all sir Iohn, mary good ayre: spread Dauy, spread Dauy, well saide Dauy. This Dauy serues you for good vses, hee is your seruing-man, and your husband. A good varlet, a good varlet, a very good varlet sir Iohn: by the mas I haue drunke too much sacke at supper: a good varlet: now sit downe, now sit downe, come cosin. A sirra quoth a, we shall do nothing but eate and make good cheere and praise God for the merry yeere, when lesh is cheape and females dear, and lusty laddes roame here and there so merely, and euer among so merily. Theres a merry heart, good M. Silens ile giue you a health for that anon. Giue master Bardolfe some wine, Dauy. Sweet sir sit, ile be with you anon, most sweet sir sit, master Page good master Page sit: proface, what you want in meate, weele haue in drink, but you must beare, the heart's al. Be mery master Bardolfe, and my litle souldier there, be merry. Be merry, be mery, my wife has all, for women are shrowes both short and tall, tis merry in hal when beards wags all, and welcome mery shrouetide, be mery, be mery. I did not thinke master Scilens had bin a man of this mettall. Who I? I haue beene mery twice and once ere now. Theres a dish of Lether-coates for you. Dauy? Your worship: Ile be with you straight, a cup of wine sir. A cup of wine thats briske and fine, and drinke vnto the leman mine, and a mery heart liu long a. Well said master Scilens. And we shall be mery, now comes in the sweete a'th night.