Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Nobody and Somebody · chunk 10 of 31

Anonymous · published 1606 · first performed or written 1605 [1603-1606] (Annals)
history; satire · Queen Anne's Men
unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 504 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.

I cannot bear this, 'tis insufferable, I'll to the King, and if he save thy life He shall have mine: madness and wrath attend, My thoughts are leveled at a bloody end. she's shadow, We the true substance are: follow her those That to our greatness dare themselves oppose. Health to your Ladyship, I would say Queen If I might have my mind, by'r lady Lady. I had a suit unto the King with this Lord For the great office of high Seneschal, Because of our good service to the state, But he in scorn, as he doth every thing, Hath ta'en it from us both, and gin't a fool. To a sycophant, a courtly parasite. Bear witness Madam, I'll go tell the King That they speak treason. Pass upon our swords, You old exchequer of all flattery, I tell thee Archigallo shall be deposed, And thou disrobed of all thy dignity. I hope not so. See here the counsel's hands, Subscribed to Archigallo's overthrow. The names of sixteen royal English Peers, joined in a league that is inviolate, And nothing wants but Elidurus grant To accept the kingdom when the deed is done. Nay then I'll take your parts, and join with you. We will not have a clawback's hand commixed With such heroic peers. I hope my Lady Is not of their minds. My most gracious Queen, What I did speak in reprehensive sort, Was more because her Majesty was present Then any offence of yours, and so esteem it, God knows I love your highness, and these Lords. Which of you will persuade my Elidure To take upon him England's royalty. Madam, we all have so importuned him, Laying unto his judgement every thing That might attract his senses to the crown, But he frost brained will not be obtained To take upon him this realms government. He is the very soul of lenity, If ever moderation lived in any, Your Lord with that rich virtue is possessed. This mildness in him makes me so despised By the proud Queen, and by her favourites. See madam where he comes reading a book. My Lord and husband, with your leave this book Is fitter for an University Then to be looked on, and the Crown so near: You know these Lords for tyranny have sworn To banish Archigallo from the throne, And to invest you in the royalty: Will you not thank them, and with bounteous hands Sprinkle their greatness with the names of Earls, Dukes, Marquesses, and other higher terms. My dearest love, the essence of my soul, And you my honoured Lords, the suit you make, Though it be just for many wrongs imposed, Yet unto me it seems an injury. What is my greatness by my brother's fall, But like a starved body nourished With the destruction of the other limbs. Innumerable are the griefs that wait On hoarded treasures, then much more on Crowns: The middle path, the golden mean for me, Leave me obedience, take you Majesty.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayNobody and Somebody
AuthorAnonymous
Publication year (edition)1606
First performance / composition (Annals)1605 [1603-1606]
First performance (BritDrama)1605 [1603-1606]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Anne's Men
Genre (British Drama)history; satire
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 540 · TCP A08262 · DEEP 425
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 529–598 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 31 in this edition
Length504 words · 657 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T53 — The crown: kingship claimed, resigned and seized at 0.822
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)
I cannot beare this, tis insufferable, Ile to the King, and if he saue thy life He shall haue mine: madnes and wrath attend, My thoughts are leueld at a bloody end. Shee's shadow, We the true substance are: follow her those That to our greatnesse dare themselues oppose. Helth to your Ladiship, I would say Queene If I might haue my minde, bir lady Ladie. I had a sute vnto the King with this Lord For the great office of high Seneshall, Because of our good seruice to the state, But he in scorne, as he doth euery thing, Hath tane it from vs both, and gin't a foole. To a Sicophant, a courtly parasite. Beare witnes Madam, Ile goe tell the King That they speake treason. Passe vpon our swords, You old exchecker of all flatterie, I tell thee Archigallo shall be deposd, And thou disroab'd of all thy dignitie. I hope not so. See heere the Counsels hands, Subscrib'd to Archigallos ouerthrow. The names of sixteene royall English Peeres, Ioynd in a league that is inviolate, And nothing wants but Elidurus grant To accept the kingdome when the deede is done. Nay then Ile take your parts, and ioyne with you▪ We will not haue a Clawbacks hand comixt With such heroick peeres. I hope my Lady Is not of their minds. My most gratious Queene, What I did speake in reprehensiue sort, Was more because her Maiestie was present Then any offence of yours, and so esteeme it, God knowes I loue your highnes, and these Lords. VVhich of you will perswade my Elidure To take vpon him Englands royaltie. Madam, we all haue so importund him, Laying vnto his iudgement euery thing That might attract his sences to the crowne, But he frost braind will not be obtaind To take vpon him this Realmes gouernment. Hee is the verie soule of lenitie, If euer moderation liu'd in any, Your Lord with that rich vertue is possest. This mildnes in him makes me so despisd By the proude Queene, and by her fauourits. See maddam where he comes reading a booke. My Lord and husband, with your leaue this booke Is fitter for an Vniuersitie Then to be lookt on, and the Crowne so neere: You know these Lords for tyrannie haue sworne To banish Archigallo from the throne, And to invest you in the royaltie: VVill you not thanke them, and with bounteous hands Sprinckle their greatnes with the names of Earles, Dukes, Marquesses, and other higher termes. My deerest loue, the essence of my soule, And you my honord Lords, the sute you make, Though it be iust for many wrongs imposd, Yet vnto me it seemes an iniurie. VVhat is my greatnes by my brothers fall, But like a starued body nourished With the destruction of the other lymbes. Innumerable are the griefes that waite On horded treasures, then much more on Crownes: The middle path, the golden meane for me, Leaue me obedience, take you Maiestie.