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2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 36 of 44

Heywood, Thomas · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals)
history · Queen Anne's Men
unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 501 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.

He is by this, half way to Tyburn gone; The suit was followed in Iohn Gresham's name, How can you then avow you know it not? A horse, a horse, carthorse, malt horse, anything To save the knaves life, I protest, I swear This was the first time that I heard the knave Hath been in any trouble, bones of me, 'twas done without my knowledge. Young Gresham in his name pursued his life. They are knaves both, a Horse, A hundred thousand pound cannot make a man: A hundred shall not hang one by my means: Men are more worth than money M. Roland, Come help me to a horse, the next I meet, To save the knave's life gallops through the street. Men are more worth than money, a says true: 'tis said by many but maintained by few. He is plain and honest, how many great professors Live in this populous City, that make show Of greater zeal, yet will not pay so dear For a transgressor's life: but few are found, To save a man would lose a hundred pound. So suddenly returned? He rid to fast for me he hath been at buffets With a poor Collier, and upon his horse, Is without saddle, bridle, boots or spurs, Galloped toward S. Gyles. They will take him for a mad man. all's one to him he does not stand on bravery So he may do men good, good deeds excel: And though but homely done, may be done well: Heaven prosper his intent: now M. Doctor, And M. Roland, let me crave your companies, To see my crazy husband, who hath made you One of his executors, and would use your pains In these extremes of sickness. I am pleased I'll give him physic for a soul diseased. You are an early riser, my good Lord, The blood of Youth that traffics in the court Must not be sluggish, your kind remembrance: (the train My very good Lord, we that are stars that weight upon Of such a Cynthia under which we live Must not be Tarde. You have said true, we are starters in one hour, And our attendance is to weight one such a Queen, Whose virtue all the world: but to leave that Which every tongue is glad to commune with, Since monsieurs first arrival in the land, The time that he was here, and the time since, What royalty hath been in England's Court, Both princely reveling, and warlike sport. Such sports do fitly fit our Nation, That foreign eyes beholding what we are, May rather seek our peace, then wish our water. Heaven bless our Soon reign from her foe's intent, The peace we have; is by her government. M. Doctor Parry. Good Morrow M. Doctor. You are an early riser sir. My Lord, my Lord, my very good Lord. This Summer morning makes us covetous To take the profit of the pleasant air. 'tis healthful to be stirring in a Morning.
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Play2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles)
AuthorHeywood, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1606
First performance / composition (Annals)1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632]
First performance (BritDrama)1604 [1603-1605]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Anne's Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 527 · TCP A03217 · DEEP 412
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1812–1875 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 36 of 44 in this edition
Length501 words · 647 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T47 — Knaves, thieves and bawds at 0.743
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 is by this, halfe way to Tyburne gone; The suit was followed in Iohn Greshams name, How can you then avow you know it not? A horse, a horse, cart-horse, mault horse, anything To saue the knaues life, I protest, I sweare This was the first time that I heard the knaue Hath beene in any trouble, bones of mee, T'was done without my knowledge. Yong Gresham in his name pursude his life. They are knaues both, a Horse, A hundred thousand pound cannot make a man: A hundred shall not hang one by my meanes: Men are more worth then monie M. Rouland, Come helpe me to a horse, the next I meete, To saue the knaue's life galloppes through the street. Men are more worth then money, a say's true: Tis said by many but mantain'd by few. He is plaine and honest, how many great professors Liue in this populous Cittie, that make shew Of greater zeale, yet will not pay so deare For a transgressors life: but few are found, To saue a man would loose a hundred pound. So suddenly return'd? He rid to fast for me he hath been at buffets With a poore Collier, and vpon his horse, Is without saddle, bridle, bootes or spurres, Gallop't toward S. Gyles. They will take him for a mad man. Als one to him he doo's not stand on brauery So he may doe men good, good deeds excell: And though but homely done, may be done well: Heauen prosper his intent: now M. Doctor, And M. Rouland, let me craue your companies, To see my crazy husband, who hath made you One of his executors, and would vse your paines In these extreames of sickenesse. I am pleas'd Ile giue him phisicke for a soule diseas'd. You are an early riser, my good Lord, The blood of Youth that trafficks in the court Must not be sluggish, your kind remembrance: (the trayne My very good Lord, wee that are stars that waight vpon Of such a Cynthia vnder which we liue Must not be Tarde. You haue said true, we are starters in one houre, And our attendance is to waight one such a Queene, VVhose vertue all the world: but to leaue that VVhich euery tongue is glad to commune with, Since Monsiers first arriuall in the land, The time that he was here, and the time since, VVhat royaltie hath beene in Englands Court, Both princely reuelling, and war-like sport. Such sports doe fitly fit our Nation, That forraine eyes beholding what we are, May rather seeke our peace, then wish our watre. Heauen blesse our Soue raigne from her foes intent, The peace we haue; is by her gouernment. M. Doctor Parry. Good Morrow M. Doctor. You are an early riser sir. My Lord, my Lord, my very good Lord. This Summer morning makes vs couetous To take the profit of the pleasant ayre. Tis healthfull to be stirring in a Morning.