When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 6 of 48
Rowley, Samuel · published 1605 · first performed or written 1604 (Annals) history · Prince Henry's Men unassigned nearest T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Well then, now I see there is loud lies told in London But als on for their coming's to as much purpose as the other: And why I pray, Why dost thou think thy sister such a fool, to marry such an old dies veneris, he get her with Prince? ay, when either I, or the Cardinal prove Pope, and that will never be, I hope: How knowest thou him to be old, thou never sawest him? No, nor he me, but I saw his picture with ne'er-a tooth the head out, and all his beard as well favoured as a white frost, but it is no matter, if he have her, he will die shortly, and then she may help to bury him, Run, Run, good Madam, call the Ladies in. Call for more Women's help, the Queen is sick. For God's love go back again, and warm more clothes, O let the wine be well burned I charge ye. ay, In any case, or I cannot drink it, dost thou hear Harry, what a coil they keep: I warrant, these women will drink thee up more wine, with their gossiping, then was spent in all the Conduits at thy Coronation. I is no matter ill, How now Ladies, I beseech your grace command the fool forth of the presence, Away William you must be gone, her's women's matters in hand Let them speak lo then, I'll not out of the room, sure, Come, come let's thrust him out, he'll not stir else: Thrust me, nay and ye go to thrusting, i'll thrust some of you down I warrant ye: Nay, go good William: I'll out of their company Harry, they will scratch worse than cats, if they catch me, therefore I'll hence and leave them, God boy Ladies do you hear Madam Mary, you had need to be wary, my news is worth a white-cake, you must play at tennis with old Saint Dennis, and your maidenhead must lie at the stake. Ha, ha, the fool tells you true (my gentle sister) But to our business, how fares my Queen? How fares my Iane, has she a son for me? To raise again our kingdoms sovereignty That yet rests doubtful, O my princely Lord. Your poor distressed Queen lies weak and sick, And be it son or daughter, dear she buys it, Even with her dearest life, for one must die: All Women's help is past. Then good my Liege, Resolve it quickly, if the Queen shall live, The Child must die, or if it life receives, You must your hapless Queen of life bereave, You pierce me with your news, run, send for help. Spend the revenues of my Crown for aid, To save the life of my beloved Queen: How happed she is so ill attended on. That we are put to this extremity, To save the Mother or the child to die.
seed 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)
Well then, now I see there is loud lies told in London But als on for their comming's to as much purpose as the other: And why I pray, Why dost thou thinke thy sister such a foole, to marrie such an od des veneris, he get her with Prince? I, when either I, or the Cardinall prooue Pope, and that will neuer be, I hope: How knowest thou him to be old, thou neuer him? No, nor he me, but I saw his picture with nerva tooth the head out, and all his beard as well fauoured as a white rost, but it is no matter, if he haue her, he will dye shortly, and then she may help to buy him, Runne, Runne, good Maddam, call the Ladyes in. Call for more Womens helpe, the Queene is sicke. For Gods loue goe backe againe, and wame more clothes, O let the wine be well burned I charge yee. I, In any case, or I cannot drinke it, doost thou heare Harry, what a coile they keepe: I warrant, these women will drinke thee vp more wine, with their gossipping, then was spent in all the Conduits at thy Coronation. I is no matter ill, How now Ladies, I beseech your grace command the foole forth of the pesence, Away William you must be goue, her's womens matters in hand Let them speake loe then, Ile not out of the roome, sure, Come, come let's thrust him out, he'le not sture else: Thrust me, nay and ye goe to thrusting, ile thrust some of you downe I warrant ye: Nay, goe good William: Ile out of their company Harry, they will scratch worse then cats, if they catch me, therefore Ile hence and leaue them, God boy Ladyes do you heare Maddam Mary, you had neede to be wary, my newes is worth a white-cake, you must play at tennis with old Saint Dennis, and your maiden-heade mustlye at the stake. Ha, ha, the foole tels you true (my gentle sister) But to our businesse, how fares my Queene? How fares my Iane, has she a sonne for me? To raise againe our kingdomes soueraignty That yet rests doubtfull, O my princely Lord. Your poore distressed Queene lyes weake and sicke, And be it sonne or daughter, deere she buyes it, Euen with her deerest life, for one must dye: All Womens helpe is past. Then good my Leige, Resolue it quickly, if the Queene shall liue, The Child must die, or if it life receiues, You must your hapeles Queene of life bereaue, You peirce me with your newes, run, send for helpe. Spend the reuenewes of my Crowne for aide, To saue the life of my beloued Queene: How hap't she is so ill attended on. That we are put to this extremity, To saue the Mother or the child to dye.