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The Alexandraean Tragedy · chunk 9 of 54

Alexander, William · published 1607 · first performed or written 1607 [1605-1607] (Annals)
tragedy
unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 479 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T25: feare, kings, power, princes, lawes, loue, state, downe, honor, men.

Th'undaunted band whose worth the world oft proved, Then whilst their glory shined through silver shields: By all that monarchs merits not being moved, As conquered, would have left the conquered fields. And if that they contemned a PRINCE's throne, To whom his ancestors their sceptre brought, What reverence would they bear to such a one, That all this time was as their equal thought? To those that over their equals raise their state, Advancement envy breeds, and envy hate. If such with all would rest familiar still, This in contempt th'authority it brings: And if they second not their subjects will, Men cannot bear with them as with born kings. Our lofty bands some lofty mind must tame, Whose princely birth doth procreate regard: Whose country may confound each slanderous claim, As one with whom none else can be compared. there's Alexander's brother, Philip's son, That always was a partner of our pain; Can there be any else below the sun, Over Macedonians that deserves to reign? And I must wonder what so strange offence, Hath forfeited his title, maimed his right: That any now with a disguised pretence, Dare wrong him thus, even in his people's sight. None needs to wonder much though we negle One whose election might procure our shame: His mother's baseness justice might object, Whom bastardy secludes from such a claim. But yet had nature purged the spot she made, We with his birth the better might comport: Whilst fatherlike in all affairs he had, Given proof of parts that might the state support. He falsifies his race of wit so weak, That all his inward wants are soon perceived: All of his judgement in derision speak, By which great things can hardly be conceived. And though his body might from pains be spared, Whose constitution is not very strong, But with infirmities so far impaired That it aline cannot continue long: Yet since in state he never hath been schooled, His ignorance would rack him still with fears: Whiles he that ruled still needing to be ruled, Spoke but with others tongues, heard with their ears. A inconstant king great confusion makes, Whom all mistrust, and most amidst a Camp: Whilst soft like wax, he each impression takes, And doth for frivolous things still change the stamp. Ah, should our lives depend upon his breath, That of himself cannot discern a crime: But dooms by informations men to death, Then barren pity yields when out of time. Thus whilst some always must his judgement sway, That still doth harbour in another's head: Of sycophants this prince may be the prey, That where they list, th'authority will lead. And being but base, that they may be the best, Such still will toil that we may be o'erthrown: And sometime may the credulous king suggest, To taint our fame, lest it obscure their own.
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PlayThe Alexandraean Tragedy
AuthorAlexander, William
Publication year (edition)1607
First performance / composition (Annals)1607 [1605-1607]
First performance (BritDrama)1607
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeCloset/Unacted;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 608 · TCP A16527 · DEEP 5061.01
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 527–588 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 54 in this edition
Length479 words · 618 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T25 — Kings, power and law: political sententiae at 0.841
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T6 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Th'vndanted band whoſe worth the worlde oft prou'd, Then whilſt their glorie ſhin'd through ſiluer ſhields: By all that monarches merits not being mou'd, As conquer'd, would haue left the conquer'd fields. And if that they contemn'd a princes throne, To whom his aunceſtors their ſcepter brought, What reuerence would they beare to ſuch a one, That all this time was as their equall thought? To thoſe that ouer their equalles raiſe their ſtate, Aduancement enuie breeds, and enuie hate. If ſuch with all would reſt familiar ſtill, This in contempt th'authoritie it brings: And if they ſecond not their ſubiects will, Men cannot beare with them as with borne kings. Our loftie bands ſome lofty minde muſt tame, Whoſe princely birth doth procreate regard: Whoſe countrie may confound each ſland'rous claime, As one with whom none els can be compar'd. Ther's Alexanders brother, Philips ſonne, That alwayes was a partner of our paine; Can there be any elſe below the ſunne, Ouer Macedonians that deſerues to raigne? And I muſt wonder what ſo ſtrange offence, Hath forfeited his title, maim'd his right: That any now with a diſguis'd pretence, Dare wrong him thus, euen in his peoples ſight. None needs to wonder much thogh we negle One whoſe election might procure our ſhame: His mothers baſenes Iuſtice might obiect, Whom baſtardie ſecludes from ſuch a claime. But yet had nature purg'd the ſpot ſhe made, We with his birth the better might comport: Whilſt father-like in all affaires he had, Giuen proofe of parts that might the ſtate ſupport. He falſifies his race of wit ſo weake, That all his inward wants are ſoone perceiud: All of his iudgement in deriſion ſpeake, By which great things can hardly be conceiud. And though his body might from paines be ſparde, Whoſe conſtitution is not very ſtrong, But with infirmities ſo farre impairde That it aline cannot continue long: Yet ſince in ſtate he neuer hath bin ſchoold, His ignorance would racke him ſtill with feares: Whiles he that rulde ſtill needing to be rulde, Spake but with others tongues, heard with their eares. A inconſtant king great confuſion makes, Whom all miſtruſt, and moſt amidſt a Campe: Whilſt ſoft like waxe, he each impreſſion takes, And doth for friuolous things ſtill change the ſtampe. Ah, ſhould our liues depend vpon his breath, That of himſelfe cannot diſcerne a crime: But doomes by informations men to death, Then barren pittie yeilds when out of time. Thus whilſt ſome alwayes muſt his iudgement ſway, That ſtill doth harbour in anothers head: Of Sicophants this prince may be the prey, That where they liſt, thauthoritie will leade. And being but baſe, that they may be the beſt, Such ſtill will toyle that we may be ore-throwne: And ſome-time may the credulous king ſuggeſt, To taint our fame, leſt it obſcure their owne.