Norton, Thomas / Sackville, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1562 [Jan 18] (Annals) tragedy · before the Court T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and typicality 0.71 · 473 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Which hath so long flourished in worthy fame, Of valiant hearts, such as in noble breasts Of right should rest above the the base sort, Refuse to venture life to win a crown? Whom shall I find enemies that will withstand My fact herein, if I attempt by arms To seek the same now in these times of broil? These duke's power can hardly well appease The people that already are in arms. But if perhaps my force be once in field, Is not my strength in power above the best Of all these lords now left in Britain land? And though they should match me with power of men, Yet doubtful is the chance of battles ioyved, If victors of the field we may departed, Ours is the sceptre then of great Britain. If slain amid the plain this body lie, Mine enemies yet shall not deny me this, But that I died giving the noble charge To hazard life for conquest of a crown. Forthwith therefore will I in post departed To Albany, and raise in armour there All power I can: and here my secret friends, By secret practice shall solicit still, To seek to win to me the people's hearts. O Ioue, how are these people's hearts abused▪ What blind fury, thus he adlong carries them? That though so many books, so many rolls Of ancient time record, what grievous plagues Light on these rebels ay, and though so often Their cares have heard their aged fathers tell, What just reward these traitors still receive, Yea though themselves have seen deep death & blood, By strangling cord and slaughter of the sword, To such assigned, yet can they not beware, Yet can not stay their lewd rebellious hands, But suffering lo fowl treason to distain Their wretched minds, forget their loyal heart, Reject all truth and rise against their prince. A ruthful case, that those, whom duties bond, Whom grafted law by nature, truth, and faith, Bond to preserve their country and their king, Born to defend their common wealth and prince, Even they should give consent thus to subvert Thee Britain land, & from thy womb should spring (O native soil) those, that will needs destroy And tuyne thee and eke themselves in fine. For lo, when once the dukes had offered grace Of pardon sweet, the multitude missledde By traitorous fraud of their ungracious heads, One sort that saw the dangerous success Of stubborn standing in rebellious war, And knew the difference of prince's power From headless number of tumultuous routs, Whom common countries care, and private fear, Taught to repent the error of their rage, Laid hands upon the captains of their band, And brought them bound unto the mighty dukes. And other sort not trusting yet so well The truth of pardon, or mistrusting more
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 1490–1549 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 25 of 29 in this edition
Length
473 words · 588 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T43 — York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and conflictcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.714 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T50 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Which hath so long florished in worthy fame, Of valiaunt hartes, such as in noble brestes Of right should rest aboue the the baser sort, Refuse to venture life to winne a crowne? Whom shall I finde enmies that will withstand My fact herein, if I attempt by armes To seeke the same now in these times of broyle? These dukes power can hardly well appease The people that already are in armes. But if perhappes my force be once in field, Is not my strength in power aboue the best Of all these lordes now left in Brittayne land? And though they should match me with power of mē, Yet doubtfull is the chaunce of battailles ioyued, If victors of the field we may depart, Ours is the scepter then of great Brittayne▪ If slayne amid the playne this body lye, Mine enemies yet shall not deny me this, But that I dyed geuing the noble charge To hazarde life for conquest of a crowne. Forthwith therefore will I in post depart To Albanye, and raise in armour there All power I can: and here my secret friendes, By secret practise shall sollicite still, To seeke to wynne to me the peoples hartes. O Ioue, how are these peoples harts abusde▪ What blind fury, thus he adlong caries them? That though so many bookes, so many rolles Of auncient time recorde, what greuous plagues Light on these rebelles aye, and though so oft Their cares haue heard their aged fathers tell, What iuste reward these traitours still receyue, Yea though them selues haue sene depe death & bloud, By strangling cord and slaughter of the sword, To such assigned, yet can they not beware, Yet can not stay their lewde rebellious handes, But suffring loe fowle treason to distaine Their wretched myndes, forget their loyall hart, Reiect all truth and rise against their prince. A ruthefull case, that those, whom duties bond, Whom grafted law by nature, truth, and faith, Bound to preserue their countrey and their king, Borne to defend their common wealth and prince, Euen they should geue consent thus to subuert Thee Brittaine land, & from thy wombe should spring (O natiue soile) those, that will needs destroy And tuyne thee and eke them selues in fine. For lo, when once the dukes had offred grace Of pardon sweete, the multitude missledde By traitorous fraude of their vngracious heades, One sort that saw the dangerous successe Of stubborne standing in rebellious warre, And knew the difference of princes power From headlesse nombre of tumultuous routes, Whom common countreies care, and priuate feare, Taught to repent the errour of their rage, Layde handes vpon the captaines of their band, And brought them bound vnto the mightie dukes. And other sort not trusting yet so well The truth of pardon, or mistrusting more