Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Pericles, Prince of Tyre · chunk 6 of 36

Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals)
romance · King's Men · Globe
T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an typicality 0.81 · 504 words

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

Drew sleep out of mine eyes, blood from my cheeks, Muse into my mind, with thousand doubts How I might stop this tempest ere it came, And finding little comfort to relieve them, I thought it princely charity to grieve for them. Well my Lord, since you have given me leave to speak, Freely will I speak, Antiochus you fear, And justly too, I think you fear the tyrant, Who either by public war, or private treason, Will take away your life: therefore my Lord, go travel for a while, till that his rage and anger be forgot, or till the Destinies do cut his thread of life: your rule direct to any, if to me, day serves not light more faithful than I'll be. I do not doubt thy faith. But should he wrong my liberties in my absence? we'll mingle our bloods together in the earth, From whence we had our being, and our birth. Tyre I now look from thee then, and to Tharsus Intent my travail, where I'll hear from thee, And by whose Letters I'll dispose myself. The care I had and have of subjects good, On thee I lay, whose wisdoms strength can bear it, I'll take thy word, for faith not ask thine oath, Who shuns not to break one, will crack both. But in our orbs will live so round, and safe, That time of both this truth shall near convince, Thou show'dst a subjects shine, I a true Prince. So this is Tyre, and this the Court, here must I kill King Pericles, and if I do it not, I am sure to be hanged at home: 'tis dangerous. Well, I perceive he was a wise fellow, and had good discretion, that being bid to ask what he would of the King, desired he might know none of his secrets. Now do I see he had some reason for't: for if a king bid a man be a villain, he's bound by the indenture of his oath to be one. hushed, here comes the Lords of Tyre. You shall not need my fellow-Peers of Tyre, further to question me of your king's departure: his sealed Commission left in trust with me, does speak sufficiently he's gone to travail. How? the King gone? If further yet you will be satisfied, (why as it were unlicensed of your loves) he would depart? I'll give some light unto you, being at Antioch. What from Antioch? Royal Antiochus on what cause I know not, took some displeasure at him, at least he judged so: and doubting lest he had erred or sinned, to show his sorrow, he'd correct himself; so puts himself unto the Shipman's toil, with whom each minute threatens life or death. Well, I perceive I shall not be hanged now, although I would, but since he's gone, the King's Seas must please: he scaped the Land to perish at the Sea, I'll present myself. Peace to the Lords of Tyre. Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome.
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PlayPericles, Prince of Tyre
AuthorShakespeare, William / Wilkins, George
Publication year (edition)1609
First performance / composition (Annals)1608 [1606-1608]
First performance (BritDrama)1607 [1606-1608]
Company (BritDrama)King's Men
TheaterGlobe;Outdoor Professional
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 666 · TCP A12024 · DEEP 546
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 303–337 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 36 in this edition
Length504 words · 664 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T53 — The crown: kingship claimed, resigned and seized reviewed — decision pending · typicality 0.808 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T57 · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Drew sleep out of mine eies, blood frō my cheekes, Musings into my mind, with thousand doubts How I might stop this tempest ere it came, And finding little comfort to relieue them, I thought it princely charity to griue for them. Well my Lord, since you haue giuen mee leaue to speake▪ Freely will I speake, Antiochus you feare, And iustly too, I thinke you feare the tyrant, Who either by publike warre, or priuat treason, Will take away your life: therfore my Lord, go trauell for a while, till that his rage and anger be forgot, or till the Destinies doe cut his threed of life: your rule direct to anie, if to me, day serues not light more faithfull then Ile be. I doe not doubt thy faith. But should he wrong my liberties in my absence? Weele mingle our bloods togither in the earth, From whence we had our being, and our birth. Tyre I now looke from thee then, and to Tharsus Intend my trauaile, where Ile heare from thee, And by whose Letters Ile dispose my selfe. The care I had and haue of subiects good, On thee I lay, whose wisdomes strength can beare it, Ile take thy word, for faith not aske thine oath, Who shuns not to breake one, will cracke both. But in our orbs will liue so round, and safe, That time of both this truth shall nere conuince, Thou shewdst a subiects sine, I a true Prince. So this is Tyre, and this the Court, heere must I kill King Pericles, and if I doe it not, I am sure to be hang'd at home: t'is daungerous. Well, I perceiue he was a wie fellowe, and had good disreton, that beeing bid to aske what hee would of the King, desired he might knowe none of his secrets. Now doe I see hee had some reason for't: for if a king bidde a man bee a villaine, hee's bound by the indenture of his oath to bee one. Husht, heere comes the Lords of Tyre. You shall not neede my fellow-Pees of Tyre▪ further to question mee of your kings departure: his sealed Commission left in trust with mee, does speake sufficiently hee's gone to trauaile. How? the King gone? If further yet you will be satisfied, (why as it were vnlicensed of your loues) he would depart? Ile giue some light vnto you, beeing at Antioch. What from Antioch? Royall Antiochus on what cause I knowe ot, tooke some displeasure at him, at least hee iudg' so: and doubting let hee had rr'de or sinn' de, to shewe his sorrow, hee'de correct himselfe; so puts himselfe vnto the Shipmans toyle, with whome eache minute threatens life or death. Well, I perceiue I shall not be hang'd now, although I would, but since he's gone, the Kings as must please: scap'te the Land to perish at the Sea, present my selfe. Peace to the Lords of Tyre. Lord Thaliard from Antiochus is welcome.