S., W. · published 1613 · first performed or written 1600 [c.1599-1602] (Annals) history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.73 · 487 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
To take his leave, Come hither Harry Cromwell, Mark boy the last words that I speak to thee, Flatter not Fortune, neither fawn upon her, Gape not for state, yet lose no spark of honour, Ambition, like the plague see thou eschew it, I die for treason boy, and never knew it, Yet let thy faith as spotless be as mine, And Cromwel's virtues in thy face shall shine, Come go along and see me leave my breath, And I'll leave thee upon the flower of death. O father I shall die to see this wound, Your blood being spilled will make my heart to sound. How boy, not look upon the Axe▪ How shall I do then to have my head struck off▪ Come on my child and see the end of all, And after say that Gardener was my fall. My Lord you speak it of an envious heart, I have done no more than law and equity. O good my Lord of Winchester for bear, It would better seemed you to been absent, Then with your words disturb a dying man. Who me my Lord? no: he disturbs not me, My mind he stirs not, though his mighty shock Hath brought more peers heads down to the block▪ Farewell my boy, all Cromwell can bequeath, My hearty blessing, so I take my leave. I am your death's man, pray my Lord forgive me. Even with my soul, why man thou art my Doctor, And brings me Precious physic for my soul, My Lord of Bedford I desire of you, Before my death a corporal embrace. Farewell great Lord, my love I do commend. My heart to you, my soul to lieaven I send, This is my joy that ere my body fleet, Your honoured arms is my true winding sheet, Farewell dear Bedford, my peace is made in heaven, Thus falls great Cromwell a poor ell in length, To rise to unmeasured height 〈◊〉 with new strength. The land of Wormea, which dying men discover. My soul is shrined with heavens 〈◊〉 cover. Well, farewell Cromwell the 〈◊〉 friend, That ever Bedford shall possess again, Well Lords I fear when this man is dead, You'll wish in vain that Cromwell had a head. Here is the head of the deceased Cromwell. Pray thee go hence, and bear his head away, Unto his body, inter them both in clay. Ho now my Lords, what is Lord Cromwell dead? Lord Cromwel's body now doth want a head, O God a little speed had saved his life, Here is a kind reprieve come from the King, To bring him strait unto his Majesty. I, I sir Raulph, reprives comes now too late. My conscience now tells me this deed was ill, Would Christ that Cromwell were alive again. Come let us to the King whom well I know, Will grieve for Cromwell, that his death was so.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1523–1580 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 28 in this edition
Length
487 words · 626 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.732 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T10 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
To take his leaue, Come hether Harry Cromwell, Marke boy the laſt words that I ſpeake to thee, Flatter not Fortune, neither fawne vpon her, Gape not for ſtate, yet looſe no ſparke of honour, Ambition, like the plague ſee thou eſchew it, I die for treaſon boy, and neuer knew it, Yet let thy faith as ſpotleſſe be as mine, And Cromwels vertues in thy face ſhall ſhine, Come goe along and ſee me leaue my breath, And Ile leaue thee vpon the floure of death. O father I ſhall die to ſee this wound, Your blood being ſpilt will make my hart to ſound. How boy, not looke vpon the Axe▪ How ſhall I doe then to haue my head ſtroke off▪ Come on my childe and ſee the end of all, And after ſay that Gardiner was my fall. My Lord you ſpeake it of an enuious hart, I haue done no more then law and equitie. O good my Lord of Wincheſter for beare, It would better ſeemed you to beene abſent, Then with your words diſturbe a dying man. Who me my Lord? no: he diſturbes not me, My mind he ſtirres not, though his mightie ſhocke Hath brought mo peeres heads downe to the blocke▪ Farewell my boy, all Cromwell can bequeath, My hartie bleſſing, ſo I take my leaue. I am your death man, pray my Lord forgiue me. Euen with my ſoule, why man thou art my Doctor, And brings me Precious phiſicke for my ſoule, My Lord of Bedford I deſire of you, Before my death a corporall imbrace. Farewell great Lord, my loue I doe commend. My hart to you, my ſoule to lieauen I ſend, This is my ioy that ere my body fleete, Your honourd armes is my true winding ſheete, Farewell deare Bedford, my pce is made in heauen, Thus falles great Cromwell a poore ell in length, To riſe to vnmeaſured height with new ſtrength. The land of Wormea, which dying men diſcouer. My ſoule is ſhrinde with heauens couer. Well, farewell Cromwe the friend, That euer Bedford ſhall poſſeſſe againe, Well Lords I feare when this man is dead, Youle wiſh in vaine that Cromwell had a head. Here is the head of the deceaſed Cromwell. Pray thee goe hence, and beare his head away, Vnto his body, interre them both in clay. Ho now my Lords, what is Lord Cromwell dead? Lord Cromwels body now doth want a head, O God a little ſpeede had ſaued his life, Here is a kinde repriue come from the King, To bring him ſtraight vnto his Maieſtie. I, I ſir Raulph, repriues comes now too late. My conſcience now tels me this deede was ill, Would Chriſt that Cromwell were aliue againe. Come let vs to the King whom well I know, Will grieue for Cromwell, that his death was ſo.