2 If You Know Not Me You Know Nobody (The Second Part of Queen Elizabeth's Troubles) · chunk 38 of 44
Heywood, Thomas · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1604-1605; revised c.1632] (Annals) history · Queen Anne's Men T3 Sickness, physic and doctors typicality 0.76 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T3: doctor, master, cure, disease, pray, physic, physician, mr, sick, lady.
Clear the way Gentlemen for the Queen: Master Doctor Parry. O, let me see a difference in this man! Before this Queen (that I am come to kill) showed me the gracious eye of her respect, And gave me countenance 'mongst greatest Earls: This man was forwarder to thrust me forth, Then now he is humble to accept me in. If then her Grace hath honoured me so much, How can this hand give her a treacherous touch? The Trumpets speak, heaven what shall I do? even what hell, & my damned heart shall thrust me too. Fair day my Lords, you are all Larks this morning, Up with the Sun, you are stirring early. We are all subjects to your sovereign's light. That you call duty we accept as love, And we do thank you, nay we thank you all; 'tis not to one, but 'tis in general. The Queen would walk apart, forbear my Lords. Now, what makes me shake? Do Angels guard her, or doth heaven partake Her refuge? In such a Garden may a Sovereign, Be taught her loving subjects to maintain; Each Plant unto his nature and his worth, Having full cherishing, it springeth forth. Weeds must be weeded out, yet weeded so, Till they do hurt, let them a God's name grow. Now Queen. Who's there, my kind friend M. Doctor Parry? My must dread Sovereign. Why do you tremble M. Doctor? have you any suit to us? Shake not at us, we do our Subjects love, Or does thy face show signs of discontent Through any heavy want oppresseth thee? Though at our Court of Greenwich thou wert crossed In suing to be Master of Saint Katherine's, To do thee good seek out a better place, she'll give thee that, the which hath given thee grace. I know your love dread Queen: Now. M. Doctor, about the talk we had together, Of English Fugitives that seek my life: You told me of them I am beholding to you. I did no more than duty: O happy time! And will they still persist? do they desire my blood? That wake when I should sleep to do them good. Madam. O my maker! Parry, Villain, Traitor, What dost thou with that Dag? Pardon dread Sovereign. Pardon thou villain, shows thou art a Traitor, Treason my Lords, Treason. Ha, by the blessed place of heaven, treason & we so near? A Traitor with a Dag, God's holy mother. Lords guard the Queen: are you not frighted Madam? I'll play the Sergeant to arrest the wretch. Be not so rash good Leicester, he's dead already, Struck with remorse of that he was come to do: Pray let me speak with him? Say M. Doctor, Wherein have I deserved an ill of you, Unless it were an ill in pardoning you. What have I done toward you to seek my life, Unless it were in taking you to grace.
nodes 1939–2001 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 44 in this edition
Length
491 words · 648 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T3 — Sickness, physic and doctorscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.756 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T3 · seed 44: T4 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Cleare the way Gentlemen for the Queene: Master Doctor Parry. O, let me see a difference in this man! Before this Queene (that I am come to kill) Shew'd me the gracious eye of her respect, And gaue me countenance mong'st greatest Earles: This man was forwarder to thrust me forth, Then now he is humble to accept me in. If then her Grace hath honour'd me so much, How can this hand giue her a treacherous touch? The Trumpets speake, heauen what shall I doe? Euen what hell, & my dam 'd heart shal thrust me too. Faire day my Lords, you are all Larkes this morning, Vp with the Sunne, you are stirring earely. VVe are all subiects to your Soueraignes light. That you call dutie we accept as loue, And we doe thanke you, nay we thanke you all; Tis not to one, but tis in generall. The Queene would walke apart, forbeare my Lords. Now, what makes me shake? Doe Angels guard her, or doth heauen partake Her refuge? In such a Garden may a Soueraigne, Be taught her louing subiects to maintaine; Each Plant vnto his nature and his worth, Hauing full cherishing, it springeth foorth. VVeedes must bee weeded out, yet weeded so, Till they doe hurt, let them a Gods name grow. Now Queene. VVho's there, my kind friend M. Doctor Parry? My must dread Soueraigne. VVhy doe you tremble M. Doctor? haue you any sute to vs? Shake not at vs, we doe our Subiects loue, Or doos thy face shew signes of discontent Through any heauie want oppresseth thee? Though at our Court of Greene-wich thou wert crost In suing to be Master of Saint Katherines, To doe thee good seeke out a better place, Shee'le giue thee that, the which hath giuen thee grace. I know your loue dread Queene: Now. M. Doctor, about the talke we had together, Of English Fugitiues that seeke my life: You told mee of them I am beholding to you. I did no more then dutie: O happie time! And will they still persist? doe they desire my blood? That wake when I should sleepe to doe them good. Madam. O my maker! Parry, Villaine, Traitour, VVhat doost thou with that Dagge? Pardon dread Soueraigne. Pardon thou villaine, shewes thou art a Traitour, Treason my Lords, Treason. Ha, by the ble'st place of heauen, treason & we so neere? A Traitour with a Dagge, Gods holy mother. Lords guard the Queene: are you not frighted Madam? Ile play the Sergeant to arrest the wretch. Be not so rash good Lecester, hee's dead already, Strucke with remorce of that he was come to doe: Pray let me speake with him? Say M. Doctor, VVherein haue I deseru'd an ill of you, Vnlesse it were an ill in pardoning you. What haue I done toward you to seeke my life, Vnlesse it were in taking you to grace.