Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

When You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth) · chunk 40 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 · 482 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.

Then fear not gracious Madam, I'll to the king, And doubt not but I'll make your peace with him. O plead for me, tell him my soul is clear, Never did thought of treason harbour here, As I intended to his sacred life, So be it to my soul or joy or grief. Stay here till I return, I'll move his majesty, That you may answer your accusers presently. O I shall never come to speak with him, The Lion in his rage is not to stern, As Royal Herry in his wrathful spleen, And they that have accused me to his grace, Will work such means I near shall see his face, Wretched Queen Katherin, would thou hadst been Kate Parr still, and not great England's Queen, Health to your Majesty. Wish me good Compton woe and misery, This giddy flattering world I hate and scoff, Ere long I know Queen Katherine's head must off. Came ye from the King? I did fair Queen, and much sad tidings bring, His grace in secret hath revealed to me What is intended to your Majesty, Which I in love and duty to your highness, Am come to tell ye and to counsel ye The best I can in this extremity. Then on my knees I dare entreat your grace, Not to reveal what I shall say to you, For then I am assured that death's my due. I will not on my faith, good Compton speak, That with thy sad reports my heart may break. Thus then at your fair feet my life I lay, In hope to drive your highness cares away: You are accused of high conspiracy And treason 'gainst his royal majesty. So much they have incensed his excellency, That he hath granted firm commission To attach your person and convey ye hence, Close prisoner to the Tower, Articles are drawn, And time appointed for arraignment there. Good madam be advised by this I know, The officers are sent to arrest your person: Prevent their malice, haste ye to the King. I'll use such means that you shall speak with him, There plead your Innocency, I know his grace Will hear ye mildly therefore delay not, If you be taken ere you see the king, I fear ye never more shall speak to him. Oh Compton twixt thy love and my sage fear, I feel ten thousand sad vexations here, Lead on I pray, I'll be advised by thee, The King is angry and the Queen must die. Come Boner now strike sure the irons hot. Urge all thou canst, let nothing be forgot. We have the king's hand here to warrant us, 'twas well the Cardinal came and so luckily. Who urged, the state would quite be ruined, If that religion thus were altered. Which made his highness with a fiery spleen, Direct out warrants to attach the Queen.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayWhen You See Me You Know Me (Henry the Eighth)
AuthorRowley, Samuel
Publication year (edition)1605
First performance / composition (Annals)1604
First performance (BritDrama)1604 [1604-1605]
Company (BritDrama)Prince Henry's Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 496 · TCP A11146 · DEEP 386
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1913–1972 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 40 of 48 in this edition
Length482 words · 600 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T38 — Death, parting and grief at court at 0.771
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)
Then feare not gratious Maddam, Ile to the king, And doubt not but Ile make your peace with him. O pleade for me, tell him my soule is cleare, Neuer did thought of treason harbor heere, As I intended to his sacred life, So be it to my soule or ioy or greese. Stay here till I returne, Ile moue his maiestie, That you may answer your accusers presently. O I shall neuer come to speake with him, The Lion in his rage is not to sterne, As Royall Herry in his wrathfull spleene, And they that haue accused me to his grace, Will worke such meanes I neare shall see his face, Wretched Queene Katherin, would thou hadst beene Kate Parre still, and not great Englands Queene, Health to your Maiestie. Wish me good Compton woe and miserie, This giddie flattering world I hate and coffe, Ere long I know Queene Katherins head must off. Came ye from the King? I did fayre Queene, and much sad tidings bring, His grace in secret hath reueild to me What is intended to your Maiesty, Which I in loue and duty to your highnesse, Am come to tell ye and to counsell ye The best I can in this exremine. Then on my knees I dare intreat your grace, Not to reuaile what I shall say to you, For then I am assurde that deas my due. I will not on my faith, good Comptton speake, That with thy sad repors my heart may breake. Thus then at your sayre feete my life I lay, In hope to driue your hignes cares away: You are accude of high conspiracy And treason gainst his royall maesty. So much they haue insenst his excellency, That he hath granted fie commssion To attach your person and conuay ye hence, Close prisoner to the Towre, Articles are drawne, And time appoynted for arrainement there. Good maddame be aduisd by this I know, The officers are sent to arest your person: Preuent their malice, hast ye to the King. Ile vse such meanes that you shall speake with him, There plead your Innocency, I know his grace Will heare ye mildly therfore delay not, If you be taken ere you see the king, I feare ye neuer more shall speake to him. Oh Comptton twixt thy loue and my sage feare, I feele ten thousand sad vexations here, Leade on I pray, Ile be aduisd by thee, The King is angry and the Queene must dye. Come Boner now strike sure the yrons hott. Vrge all thou canst, let nothing be forgot. We haue the Kings hand here to warrant vs, Twas well the Cardinall came and so luckely. Who vrgd, the stae would quite be ruined, If that religion thus were altered. Which made his highnes with a firy spleene, Direct out warrants to attache the Queene.