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The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt · chunk 16 of 22

Heywood, Thomas / Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals)
history · Worcester's Men
unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 502 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.

Nay, speak out good Captain. I say again, is worthy Norfolk gone? I, , gon, . I say again, that Wyatt for rising thus, In arms with the Kentishmen dangling thus at his tail, is worthy to be hanged like a jewel in the kingdoms ear, say I well my Lads? Forwards, forwards. And whosoever cuts off his head shall have for his labour— What shall I have? I'll do't. The pox, the plague, and all the diseases, the Spittle-houses and hospitals can throw upon lum. not , flat. And wherefore is Wyatt up? Because he cannot keep his bed. No, Wyatt is up to keep the Spaniards down, to keep King Philip out, whose coming in will give the Land such a Philip, 'twill make it reel again. 'a would it were come to that, we would, we would leave off Philips and fall to Hot-cockles. Philip is a Spaniard, and what is a Spaniard? A Spaniard is no Englishman that I know. Right, a Spaniard is a Camocho, a Callimanco, nay which is worse, a Dondego, and what is a Dondego? A Dondego is a kind of Spanish Stockfish, or poor Iohn. No, a Dondego is a desperate Viliago, a very Castilian, God bless us. There came but one Dundego into England, & he made all Paul's stink again, what shall a whole army of Dondegoes do my sweet Countrymen? Marry they will make us all smell abominably, he comes not here that's flat. A Spaniard is called so, because he's a Spaniard his yard is but a span. That's the reason our Englishwomen love them not. Right, for he carries not the English man's yard about him, if you deal with him look for hard measure: if you give an inch he'll take an ell: if he give an ell, he'll take an inch. Therefore my fine, spruce, dapper, finical, fellows, if you are now, as you have always been, counted politic Londoners, to fly to the stronger side, leave Arundel, leave Norfolk, and love Bret. we'll fling our flat Caps at them. Wear your own neats-leather shoes? Scorn Spanish Leather, cry a fig for the Spaniard: (said I) well bollies? ay, ay, I. Why then fiat, fiat, and every man die at his foot, that cries not a Wyatt, a Wyatt. A Wyatt, Wyatt, a Wyatt. Sweet music, Gallant fellow-londoner. i'faith we are the Mad caps, we are the lickpennies. You shall be all Lord Maiores at least, Those eight brass pieces shall do service now against their Masters Norfolk and Arundel, They may thank their heels more than their hands for saving of their lives, When soldiers turn surveyors and measure Lands, God help poor farmers. soldiers and friends, let us all play nimble blood, Hounds, and hunt them step by step, We hear the Lawyers plead in Armour steed of Gowns, if they fall out about the case they jar, Than they may cuff each other from the Bar. Soft, this is Ludg are, stand knock.
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PlayThe Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt
AuthorHeywood, Thomas / Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Webster, John
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1602
First performance (BritDrama)1601 [autumn]
Company (BritDrama)Worcester's Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 600 · TCP A20096 · DEEP 499
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 945–987 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 22 in this edition
Length502 words · 709 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T59 — Spanish courts: war, honour and courtship at 0.691
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)
Nay, speake out good Captaine. I say again, is worthy Norfolke gone? I, , gon, . I say agen, tht Wyat thus, In with the thus at his taile, is worthy to be hang'd like a in the Kingdomes , say I well my Lads? Forwards, forwards. And off his head shall haue for — What shall I haue? . The pox, the plague, and all the deseases, the and can throwe vppon . not , flat. And wherefore is Wyat vp? Because he cannot keep his . No, Wyat is vp to the Spaniards down, to keepe King Pillip out, whose comming in will giue the Land such a Phillip, will make it agen. A would it were come to tht, wee would, wee wold leaue off Philips fll to . Philip is a Spaniard, and what is a Spaniard? A Spaniard is no Englishman that I knowe. Right, a Spaniard is a Camocho, a Callimanco, nay which worse, a Dondego, and what is a Dondego? A Dondego is a kinde of Spanish Stockfish, or poore Iohn. No, a Dondego is a desperate Viliago, a very Castilian, God blesse vs. There came but one Dundego into England, & hee made all Paules stincke agen, what shall a whole a my of Dondegoes doemy sweete Countrimen? Marry they will make vs all smell abhominably, hee comes not heere that's flat. A Spaniard is cad so, because hee's a Spaniard his yad is but a span. That's the reason our Englishwomen loue them not. Right, for he caries not the English mans yard bout him, if you deale with him looke for sure: if you giue an inch hee'le take an ell: he giue an ell, heele take an inch. Therefore my fine, spr, dapp, finicall, , if you now, you haue alwaies bin, counted politique Londiners, ty to the stronger side, leaue Arull, leaue Norfolke, and loue Bret. Weele fling our flat Caps at them. Weare your o Neates-leather sooes? Scorn Spanish Leather, crie a figge for the Spaniard: (faide I) well bollies? I, I, I. Why then fiat, fiat, and euerie man dye at his foote, that cries not Wyat, a Wya. A Wya, Wyat, a Wyat. Sweete musicke, Gallant fellow-Londiners. Y faith wee are the Mad caps, we are the . You shall be all Lord Maiores at least, Those eight shall doe seruice now against their Maisters Norfolke and Arundell, They may t their heeles more then their hands for sauing of their liues, When souldiers turne surueyors and measure Lands, God helpe poore . Souldiers and friend, let v all play nible bloud, Houndes, and hunt them step by step, We heare the Lawyers plead in Armour steede of Gownes, if they fall out about the case they Iar, Then they may c each the Bar. Soft, this is Ludg are, stand knock.