2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 37 of 44
Heywood, Thomas · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.78 · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
It hath pleased the Queen to show him many favours. You say but right, and since his last disgrace, The cause so great it had surely touched his life, Had not the Queen been gracious: he seems at Court A man more gracious in our sovereign's eye Then greater subjects. She hath given him much preferment, In greatest place graced him with conference: Asked for him in his absence, and indeed Made known to us he is one in her regard. But did you never here the cause of his disgrace? He did intend the murder of a Gentleman, One M. Hares here of the Inner Temple, And so far brought his purpose to effect, That M. Hare being private in his Chamber, He watching as he thought fit time, broke in upon him: But he assaulted so, behaved himself, That he did guard himself, and attached him. From whence he was committed unto Newgate, And at the Sessions by twelve honest men, Found guilty of Burglary and condemned to die: And had died, had her Grace not pardoned him. she is a gracious Princess unto all, Many she raiseth, wisheth none should fall. Fie M. Doctor, Your face bears not the habit it was wont, And your discourse is altered, what's the matter? And if my brow be sad or my face pale, They do bely my heart, for I am merry. Men being as you are, so great in grace With such a royal Princess, have no reason. Room Gentlemen for my L. high Steward. The discontend desire to be alone, My wishes are made up, for they are gone. Here are no blabs but this, and this one clock I'll keep from going with a double lock: Yet it will strike, this day it must be done. What must be done? what must this engine do? A deed of treason hath prepared me too. These too, these too, why they had life by her, And shall these two kill their deliverer? The life that makes me rise? these once my sin Had forfeited, her mercy pardoned me: I had been eaten up with worms ere this, Had not her mercy given a life to this: And yet these hands if I perform my oath, Must kill that life, that gave a life to both. I have ta'en the Sacrament to do't, conferred With Cardinal Cemo about it, and received Full absolution from his Holiness, Been satisfied by many holy fathers, During my travels both in France and Italie, The deed is just and meritorious, And yet I am troubled when I do remember The excellency of her Majesty, And I would fain desist, but that I know How many vows of mine are gone to heaven, My letters and my promises on earth, To holy fathers and grave Catholics: That I would do't for good of Catholics. Then in the Garden where this day she walks, Her graces I will cast behind mine eyes, And by a subjects hand, a Sovereign dies.
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T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.783 (cosine to the topic centroid)
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It hath pleasde the Queene to shew him many fauours. You say but right, and since his last disgrace, The cause so great it had surely touch't his life, Had not the Queene beene gracious: he seemes at Court A man more gratious in our Soueraignes eye Then greater subiects. She hath giuen him much pteferment, In greatest place grac't him with conference: Ask't for him in his absence, and indeed Made knowne to vs he is one in her regard. But did you neuer here the cause of his disgrace? He did intend the murther of a Gentleman, One M. Hares here of the Inner Temple, And so far brought his purpose to effecte, That M. Hare being priuate in his Chamber, Hee watching as he thought fit time, broke in vpon him: But he assaulted so, behau'd himselfe, That he did guard himselfe, and attach't him. From whence he was committed vnto New-gare, And at the Sessions by twelue honest men, Found guilty of Burglarie and condemn'd to die: And had di'd, had her Grace not pardon'd him. Shee is a gracious Princesse vnto all, Many shee raiseth, wisheth none should fall. Fie M. Doctor, Your face beares not the habite it was wont, And your discourse is altered, what's the matter? And if my brow be sad or my face pale, They doe belie my heart, for I am merry. Men beeing as you are, so great in grace With such a royall Princesse, haue no reason. Roome Gentlemen for my L. high Steward. The discontend desire to be alone, My wishes are made vp, for they are gone. Here are no blabs but this, and this one clocke Ile keepe from going with a double locke: Yet it will strike, this day it must be done. What must be done? what must this engine doe? A deed of treason hath prepar'd mee too. These too, these too, why they had life by her, And shall these two kill their deliuerer? The life that makes me rise? these once my sinne Had forfeited, her mercie pardon'd me: I had beene eaten vp with wormes ere this, Had not her mercie giuen a life to this: And yet these hands if I performe my oth, Must kill that life, that gaue a life to both. I haue tane the Sacrament to doo't, confe'rd VVith Cardinal Cemo about it, and receiu'd Full absolution from his Holynes, Beene satisfied by many holy fathers, During my trauels both in France and Italie, The deed is iust and meritorious, And yet I am troubled when I doe remember The excellencie of her Maiestie, And I would faine desist, but that I know How many vowes of mine are gone to heauen, My letters and my promises on earth, To holy fathers and graue Catholikes: That I would doo't for good of Catholicks. Then in the Garden where this day shee walkes, Her graces I will cast behind mine eyes, And by a subiects hand, a Soueraigne dyes.