The Famous History of Sir Thomas Wyatt · chunk 21 of 22
Heywood, Thomas / Dekker, Thomas / Chettle, Henry / Webster, John · published 1607 · first performed or written 1602 (Annals) history · Worcester's Men T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.70 · 477 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Trust me so was I, we had need to pray, For see, the Ministers of death draw near. To a prepared mind death is a pleasure, I long in soul, till I have spent my breath. My Lord High Chancellor, you are welcome heather, What come you to behold our execution? And my Lord Arundel, thrice welcome, You helped to attach our Father, come you now, To see the black conclusion of our Tragedy? We come to do our office. So do we. Our office is to die, yours to look on: We are beholding unto such beholders, The time was Lords, when you did flock amain, To see her crowned, but now to kill my Iane, The world like to a sickle, bends itself, Men run their course of lives as in a maze, Our office is to die, yours but to gaze. Patience my Guilford. Patience my lovely Iane: Patience has blanched thy soul, as white as snow, But who shall answer for thy death? this know, An innocent to die, what is it less, But to Angels , The guilty dying, do applaud the law, But when the innocent creature stoops his neck to an unjust doom; upon the judge they check. Lives are like souls, required of their neglectors, Than ours of you, that should be our protectors. Rail not against the law. No, God forbid, my Lord of Winchester, It's made of law, and should I rail 'twere against you, if I forget not, You rejoiced to see the fall of Cromwel, joy you now at me? Oft dying men are filled with prophecies, But i'll not be a prophet of your ill. Yet know my Lords, they that behold us now, May to the axe of Justice one day bow, And in that plot of ground where we must die, Sprinkle their bloods, Though I know no cause why. Speak you to me Lord Guilford Norfolk no, I speak to— To whom? Alas I do not know which of us two dies first. The better part. 'tis I sweet love, that first must kiss the block. I am a man, men better brook shock of threatening death, sexe are euerweake The thoughts of death, a woman's heart will break. But I am armed to die. Likelier to live: Death to the unwilling doth his presence give? He dares not look the bold man in the face, But on the fearful lays his killing Mace. It is the pleasure of the Queen, that the Lady Iane must first suffer death. I thank her Highness, That I shall first depart this hapless world, and not Survive to see my dear love dead. She dying first, I three times lose my head. Forgive me Lady I pray your death. Ha? hast thou the heart to kill a face so fair. It is her headsman.
Heywood, 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 type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 600 · TCP A20096 · DEEP 499
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 1239–1304 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 21 of 22 in this edition
Length
477 words · 619 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.697 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Trust me so was I, wee hade neede to pray, For see, the Ministers of death drawe neere. To a prepared minde death is a pleasure, I long in soule, till I haue spent my breath. My Lord High Chancelor, you are welcome heather, What come you to beholde our execution? And my Lord Arundell, thrice welcome, You helpt to attache our Father, come you now, To see the blacke conclusion of our Tragedie? VVe come to doe our office. So doe wee. Our office is to die, yours to looke on: VVe are beholding vnto such beholders, The time was Lords, when you did flock amaine, To see her crownd, but now to kill my Iane, The world like to a sickell, bends it selfe, Men runne their course of liues as in a maze, Our office is to die, yours but to gaze. Patience my Guilford. Patience my louely Iane: Patience has blancht thy soule, as white as snow, But who shall answere for thy death? this know, An innocent to die, what is it lesse, But to Angels , The guiltie dying, doe applaud the law, But when the innocent creature stoopes his neck to an vniust doome; vpon the Iudge they check. Liues are like soules, requird of their neglectors, Then ours of you, that should bee . Raile not against the law. No, God forbidde, my Lor of Wi chester, It's made of lawe, and should Twere against you, if I forgt , You reioyc`d to see the fall of , Ioy you now at me? Oft dying men are fild with prophesies, But ile not be a prophet of your il. Yet knowe my Lordes, they that behold vs now, May to the axe of Iustic one day bowe, And in that plot of ground where di, Sprinckle their bloodes, Though I know no cause why. Speake you to me Guilfo Norfolk no, I speake to — To whome? Alasse I doe not knowe whih of dies first. The better part. Tis I sweete loue, kisse the blocke. I am a man men better brook shocke of thrtning death, sexe are euerweake The thoughts of death, a womans hearte will breake. But I am armde to die. Likelyer to liue: Death to the vnwilling dooth his presence giue? Hee dares not looke the bolde man in the face, But on the fearefull layes his killing Mace. It is the pleasure of the Queene, that the Lady Iane must first suffer death. I thanke her Highnesse, That I shall first depart this haplesse world, not Suruiue to see my dre loue dead. She dying first, I three times loose my head. Forgiue me Lady I pra'y your death. Ha? hast thou the heart to kill a face so faire. It is her Heades-man.