Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Croesus · chunk 8 of 46

Alexander, William · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals)
tragedy
unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 498 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.

He hath been from his infancy addicted To all the pompous shows wealth could devise, And still entreated, never contradicted, Now doth all liberty of speech despise. Though I durst not so to his fight appear, Whose corrupt judgement was from reason swerving, I grieved to see your entertainment here So far inferior to your own deserving. That divine Wisdom which the world admires, And ravished with delight amazed hears, Because it answered not his vain desires, Did seem unsavoury to distempered ears: Ears that are ever stopped to all discourses Save such as enter fraughted with his praises, He can love none but them that love his courses, And thinks all fools that use not flattering phrases. This wracks the great, and makes the heavens despite them; Let virtue spread forth all her heavenly powers, If not in their own livery to delight them, They will not deign her audience a few hours. I care not Aesop how the King conceited Of my frank speeches, which I ever use, I came not here, till I was first entreated, Nor being come, will I my name abuse: Should I his poisonous Sycophants resemble, A hateful thing to honest men that know it, I would not for his Diadem dissemble, What the heart thinks, the tongue was made to show it. And what, if his vain humour to have cherished, I had my speeches for the purpose painted, I had but gotten gifts that would have perished, But nothing could have cleared my fame once tainted. If I had shown myself toward him officious, It would in end have but procured my shame: To have our virtue praised by one that's vicious, This in effect is but a secret blame. He thinks him simple, who his anger raises, But better simply good, then doubly ill; I never value my worth by others' praises, Nor by opinions do direct my will. And it contents me more to be applauded By one of judgement (though of mean degree) Then by a Prince of princely parts defrauded, Who hath more wealth, but not more wit than he. Who come to Court, must with king's faults comport. Who come to Court, should truth to king's report. A wise man at their imperfections winks. An honest man will tell them what he thinks. So should you lose yourself, and them not win. But I would bear no burden of their sin. By this you should their indignation find. Yet have the warrant of a worthy mind. It would be long, ere you were thus preferred. Then it should be the King not I that erred. They guerdon as they love, they love by guess. They guerdon as they love, they love by guess. Yet when I merit well, I care the less. It's good to be still by the Prince approved. It's better to be upright, though not loved. But by this mean, all hope of Honour fails. Yet honesty in end ever prevails.
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PlayCroesus
AuthorAlexander, William
Publication year (edition)1604
First performance / composition (Annals)1604
First performance (BritDrama)1604 [Apr]
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 491 · TCP A16527 · DEEP 5060.01
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 454–514 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 46 in this edition
Length498 words · 626 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T53 — The crown: kingship claimed, resigned and seized at 0.845
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)
He hath been from his infancy addicted To all the pompous ſhowes wealth could deuiſe, And ſtill entreated, neuer contradicted, Now doth all libertie of ſpeech deſpiſe. Though I durſt not ſo to his fight appeare, Whoſe corrupt iudgement was from reaſon ſweruing, I grieu'd to ſee your entertainement here So far inferior to your owne deſeruing. That diuine Wiſdom which the world admires, And rauiſh'd with delight amazed heares, Becauſe it anſwer'd not his vaine deſires, Did ſeeme vnſauorie to diſtemper'd eares: Eares that are euer ſtopt to all diſcourſes Saue ſuch as enter fraughted with his praiſes, He can loue none but them that loue his courſes, And thinks all fooles that vſe not flattring phraſes. This wracks the great, and makes the heauens deſpight them; Let vertue ſpread forth all her heauenly powers, If not in their owne liuery to delight them, They will not daigne her audience a few howers. I care not Aeſop how the King conceated Of my franke ſpeeches, which I euer vſe, I came not here, till I was firſt entreated, Nor being come, will I my name abuſe: Should I his poyſonous Sycophants reſemble, A hatefull thing to honeſt men that know it, I would not for his Diadem deſſemble, What the hart thinks, the tongue was made to ſhow it. And what, if his vaine humor to haue cheriſh'd, I had my ſpeeches for the purpoſe painted, I had but gotten gifts that would haue periſh'd, But nothing could haue cleer'd my fame once tainted. If I had ſhow'n my ſelfe toward him officious, It would in end haue but procur'd my ſhame: To haue our vertue prais'd by one that's vicious, This in effect is but a ſecret blame. He thinks him ſimple, who his anger raiſes, But better ſimply good, then doubly ill; I neuer value my worth by others praiſes, Nor by opinions do direct my will. And it content's me more to be applauded By one of iudgement (though of meane degree) Then by a Prince of princely parts defrauded, Who hath more wealth, but not more wit then hee. Who come to Court, muſt with Kings faults comport. Who come to Court, ſhould trueth to Kings report. A wiſe man at their imperfections winks. An honeſt man will tell them what he thinks. So ſhould you looſe your ſelfe, and them not win. But I would beare no burden of their ſin. By this you ſhould their indignation finde. Yet haue the warrant of a worthy minde. It would be long, ere you were thus prefer'd. Then it ſhould be the King not I that er'd. They guerdon as they loue, they loue by gueſſe. They guerdon as they loue, they loue by gueſſe. Yet when I merite well, I care the leſſe. It's good to be ſtill by the Prince approued. It's better to be vpright, though not loued. But by this meane, all hope of Honor failes. Yet honeſtie in end euer preuailes.