Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Rape of Lucrece · chunk 12 of 40

Heywood, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 [1606-1608] (Annals)
tragedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull
unassigned nearest T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 491 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.

By foreign leagues, & by our strength abroad, Shall we that are degreed above our people, Whom heaven hath made our vassals reign with them? No kings above the rest tribunaled high Should with no meaner, than with king's alley: For this we to Mamilius Tusculan The Latin King ha' given in marriage Our royal daughter: now his people's ours, The neighbour princes are subdued by arms: And whom we could not conquer by constraint Them ha' we sought to win by courtesy, Kings that are proud, yet would secure their own, By love abroad, shall purchase fear at home. We are secure, then yet our greatest strength Is in our children: how dare treason look? Us in the face, having issue, barren princes Breed danger in their singularity Having none to succeed, their claim dies with them: But when in topping on three Tarquin's more, Like Hydra's heads grow to revenge his death, It terrifies black treason. Tullia's wise, and apprehensive, were our princely sons Sextus and Aruns back returned safe, With an applausive answer of the Gods, From th'oracle, our state were able then, Being Gods ourselves, to scorn the hate of men. where's Tullia? Where's our mother? Yonder princes at Counsel with the king. Our sons returned. Royal mother. Renowned Queen. I love her best, therefore will Sextus do his duty first. Being eldest in my birth i'll not be youngest In zeal to Tullia. Too't lads. Mother a kiss. Though last in birth, let me be first in love. A kiss fair mother. Shall I lose my right? Aruns Shall down were Aruns twice my brother If he presume fore me to kiss my mother. I Sextus, think this kiss to be a crown, thus would we tug for't. Aruns thou must down. Restrain them Lords. Nay to't boys, o 'tis brave, they tug for shadows, I the substance have. Through armed gates, and thousand swords i'll break To show my duty let my valour speak. Oh heavens ye have dissolved me. Here I stand, what I ha' done to answer with this hand. Oh all you Delphian Gods look down and see, How for these wrongs I will revenged be. Curb in the proud boy's fury: let us know From whence this discord riseth. From our love, how happy are we in our issue now, whenas our sons! even with their bloods contend, To exceed in duty we accept your zeal, This your superlative degree of kindness So much prevails with us, that to the king We engage our own dear love twixt his incensement, And your presumption, you are pardoned both. And Sextus though you failed in your first proffer, We do not yet esteem you lest in love, ascend & touch our lips Thank you, no. Then to thy knee we will descend thus low, Nay now it shall not need: how great's my heart! In Tarquin's crown thou hast now lost thy part.
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PlayThe Rape of Lucrece
AuthorHeywood, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1608
First performance / composition (Annals)1607 [1606-1608]
First performance (BritDrama)1607 [1607-1608]
Company (BritDrama)Queen Anne's Men
TheaterRed Bull;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 642 · TCP A03244 · DEEP 525
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 609–675 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 40 in this edition
Length491 words · 653 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T25 — Kings, power and law: political sententiae at 0.808
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)
By forrenie leagues, & by our strength abroad, Shall we that are degreed aboue our people, Whom heauen hath made our vassals reigne with them? No kings aboue the rest tribunald hie Should with no meaner, then with kings ally: For this we to Malius Tusculan The Latine King ha giuen in mariage Our royall daughter: now his peoples ours, The neighbour princes are subdude by armes: And whom we could not conquer by constraint Them ha we sought to winne by courtesie, Kings that are proud, yet would secure their owne, By loue abroad, shall purchase feare at home. We are secure, then yet our greatest strength Isin our children: how dare treason looke? Vs in the face, hauing issue, barren princes Breed danger in their singularity Hauing none to succeed, their clame dies with them: But when in topping on three Trquins more, Like Hydraes heads grow to reuenge his death, It terrifies blacke treason. Tullia's wise, and apprehensiue, were our priely sons Sextus and Aruns back returned safe, With an applausiue answer of the Gods, From th'oracle, our state were able then, Being Gods our selues, to scorne the hate of men. Wher's Tullia? Where's our mother? Yonder princes at Counsell with the king. Our sons return'd. Roiall mother. Renowned Queene. I loue her best, therefore will Sextus do his duty first. Being eldest in my birth i'le not be yongest In zeale to Tullia. Too't lads. Mother a kisse. Though last in birth, let me be first in loue. A kisse faire mother. Shall I lose my right? Aruns Shal downe were Aruns twice my brother If he presume fore me to kisse my mother. I Sextus, thinke this kisse to be a crowne, thus wold we tug fort. Aruns thou must downe. Restraine them Lords. Nay to't boies, ô tis braue, they tug for shadowes, I the substance haue. Through armed gates, and thousand swords il'e breake To shew my duty let my valour speake. Oh heauens ye haue dissolu'd me. Here I stand, what I ha done to answer with this hand. Oh all you Delian Gods looke downe and see, How for these wrongs I will reuenged be. Curb in the proud boyes fury: let vs know From whence this discord riseth. From our loue, how happy are we in our issue now, When as our sons! euen with their blouds cōtend, To exceed in duty we accept your zeale, This your superlatiue degree of kindnes So much preuailes with vs, that to the king We engage our owne deere loue twixt his incensement, And your presumption, you are pardond both. And Sextus though you faild in your first proffer, We do not yet esteeme you least in loue, ascend & touch our lips Thanke you, no. Then to thy knee we will descend thus low, Nay now it shall not need: how great's my heart! In Tarquins crowne thou hast now lost thy part.