Norton, Thomas / Sackville, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1562 [Jan 18] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.73 · 479 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
These violent things may have no lasting long. Let us therefore use this for present help, Persuade by gentle speech, and offer grace With gift of pardon save unto the chief, And that upon condition that forthwith They yield the captains of their enterprise, To bear such guerdon of their traitorous fact, As may be both due vengeance to themselves, And wholesome terror to posterity. This shall, I think, scatter the greatest part, That now are holden with desire of home, Wearied in field with cold of winter's nights, And some (no doubt) stricken with dread of law. When this is once proclaimed, it shall make The captains to mistrust the multitude, Whose safety bids them to betray their heads, And so much more because the rascal routs, In things of great and perilous attempts, Are never trusty to the noble race. And while we treat and stand on terms of grace, We shall both stay their furies rage's the while, And eke gain time, whose only help sufficeth without war to vanquish rebels power In the mean while, make you in readiness Such band of horsemen as ye may prepare. Horsemen (you know) are not the commons strength, But are the force and store of noble men, Whereby the unchosen and unarmed sort Of skilless rebels, whom none other power But number makes to be of dreadful force, With sudden brunt may quickly be oppressed. And if this gentle mean of proffered grace, With stubborn hearts cannot so far avail, As to assuage their desperate courages. Then do I wish such slaughter to be made, As present age and eke posterity May be adread with horror of revenge, That justly then shall on these rebels fall. This is my lord the sum of mine advise. Neither this case admits debate at large, And though it did, this speech that hath been said Hath well abridged the tale I would have told. Fully with Eubulus do I consent In all that he hath said: and if the same To you my lords, may seem for best advise, I wish that it should straight be put in ure. My lords than let us presently departed, And follow this that liketh us so well. If ever time to gain a kingdom here Were offered man, now it is offered me. The realm is reft both of their king and queen, The offspring of the prince is slain and dead, No issue now remains, the heir unknown, The people are in arms and mutinies, The nobles they are busied how to cease These great rebellious tumults and uproars, And Brittaune land now desert left alone Amid these broils uncertain where to rest, Offers herself unto that noble heart That will or dare pursue to bear her crown. Shall I that am the duke of Albany Descended from that line of noble blood,
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Position
nodes 1428–1489 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 29 in this edition
Length
479 words · 597 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at homecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.732 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
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Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
These violent thinges may haue no lasting long. Let vs therfore vse this for present helpe, Perswade by gentle speach, and offre grace With gift of pardon saue vnto the chiefe, And that vpon condicion that forthwith They yelde the captaines of their euterprise, To beare such guerdon of their traiterous fact, As may be both due vengeance to them selues, And holsome terrour to posteritie. This shall, I thinke, scatter the greatest part, That now are holden with desire of home, Weried in field with cold of winters nightes, And some (no doubt) striken with dread of law. Whan this is once proclamed, it shall make The captaines to mistrust the multitude, Whose safetie biddes them to betray their heads, And so much more bycause the rascall routes, In thinges of great and perillous attemptes, Are neuer trustie to the noble race. And while we treate and stand on termes of grace, We shall both stay their furies rage the while, And eke gaine time, whose onely helpe sufficeth Withoten warre to vanquish rebelles power In the meane while, make you in redynes Such band of horsemen as ye may prepare. Horsemen (you know) are not the commons strength, But are the force and store of noble men, Wherby the vnchosen and vnarmed sort Of skillesse rebelles, whome none other power But nombre makes to be of dreadfull force, With sodeyne brunt may quickely be opprest. And if this gentle meane of proffered grace, With stubborne hartes cannot so farre auayle, As to asswage their desperate courages. Then do I wish such slaughter to be made, As present age and eke posteritie May be adrad with horrour of reuenge, That iustly then shall on these rebelles fall. This is my lord the summe of mine aduise. Neither this case admittes debate at large, And though it did, this speach that hath ben sayd Hath well abridged the tale I would haue tolde. Fully with Eubulus do I consent In all that he hath sayd: and if the same To you my lordes, may seeme for best aduise, I wish that it should streight be put in vre. My lordes than let vs presently depart, And follow this that liketh vs so well. If euer time to gaine a kingdome here Were offred man, now it is offred mee. The realme is reft both of their king and queene, The ofspring of the prince is slaine and dead, No issue now remaines, the heire vnknowen, The people are in armes and mutynies, The nobles they are busied how to cease These great rebellious tumultes and vproares, And Brittavne land now desert left alone Amyd these broyles vncertayne where to rest, Offers her selfe vnto that noble hart That will or dare pursue to beare her crowne. Shall I that am the duke of Albanye Discended from that line of noble bloud,