Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Interlude of Vice (Orestes) · chunk 14 of 24

Pickering, John · published 1567 · first performed or written 1567 (Annals)
tragedy
unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 505 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T50: sea, honour, general, soldiers, men, ship, fight, soldier, king, vittori.

Come on my soldiers for at home, arrived their we be, Where as we must have our desire, or else die manful. The walls be high yet I intend, upon them first to go, And as I hope you soldiers will, your captain eke follow If I forsake to go before then flay you eke be hind, And as I am so eke I trust, my soldiers for to find. Come hither herald go proclaim this mine intent straightway To yonder city say that I, am come to their decay. Unless they yield I will destroy, both man woman & child, And eke their towers that for the war, so strongly they do build Byd them in hast to yeld to me, for nough I do a byde. But for their answer or else fourth with for them & theirs provide Your gracious mind straight shallbe done, come trumpet let us go That I have done your message well, your grace full well shall know high the apace and let me have, again an answer soon, And then a none thou shalt well see, what quickly shallbe done. How who is their that keeps the gate give ear my words unto what wouldst thou have herald declare, what hast thou her to do My master bides thee yield to him, this city out of hand, Or else he will not leave on stone, on other for to stand. And all things else within this town he will have at his will As pleaseth him by any means, to save or else to spill, What you will now, therefore declare, & answer to him send This City here against him, and his I will defend, Then in his name I do defy, both the and all with in, By him and his tell him in sooth, we do not set a pin. If it please your grace this word she sends, she will not yield to ye But if you come unto your harm, she says that it shallbe. Sith that my grace and eke good will, they on such sort despise, For to destroy both man and child, I surely do devise, Come on my men, bend now your force, this City for to win, Save no man's life, that once should make, resistance there within, And when you shall possess the town, & have all things at will, Look out my mother but to her, do ye no kind of ill. Let her not die, though that she would, desire the death to have For other wise my father's death, revengement doth crave. We shall your hests obey with speed, oh captain we desire, That we were therefore to revenge, our hearts are set on fire. Like men by God, I swear well said, Horestes let us go, Now to thy men like manley heart, I pray thee for to show. And as thou sayest be first the man, that shall the City win, How, how, now for to fly, all ready they begin.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Interlude of Vice (Orestes)
AuthorPickering, John
Publication year (edition)1567
First performance / composition (Annals)1567
First performance (BritDrama)1567 [1559-1567]
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 85 · TCP A09651 · DEEP 74
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 679–720 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 14 of 24 in this edition
Length505 words · 614 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T50 — Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea and land at 0.748
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Come on my ſodyers for at home, aryued their we be, Where as we muſt haue our deſyare, or els dye manfulley. The walles be hye yet I intend, vppon them firſt to go, And as I hope you ſodierrs will, your captayne eke follow Yf I forſake to go before then fley you eke be hynde, And as I am ſo eke I truſt, my ſodyers for to finde. Com hether harauld go proclame this mine intēt ſtraightway To yonder citite ſay that I, am come to their decaye. Vnleſſe they yeld I will deſtroye, boch man woman & childe, And eke their towers that for the war, ſo ſtrongly they do bylde Byd them in haſt to yeld to me, for nough I do a byde. But for their aunſwear or elles fourth wt for thē & theres prouid Your gratious minde ſtraight ſhalbe don, cum trōpet let vs go That I haue don your meſſage wel, your grace ful wel ſhal kno Hye the apaſe and let me haue, agayne an aunſweare ſone, And then a non thou ſhalt well ſe, what quickely ſhalbe done. How whow is their yt kepes the gate giue eare my words vnto what wouldſt thou haue harald declare, what haſt thou her to do My maſter bydes the yeld to him, this citie out of hande, Or elles he will not leaue on ſtone, on other for to ſtand. And all things elles within this towne he wil haue at his wil As pleaſeth him by any meanes, to ſaue or elles to ſpyll, What you will now, therfore declare, & aunſwere to him ſend This Citie here againſt him, and his I wyll defende, Then in his name I do defye, both the and all with in, By him and his tell him in ſouth, we do not ſet a pyn. Yf it pleaſe your grace this word ſhe ſends, ſhe wil not yeld to ye But yf you com vnto your harme, ſhe ſayes that it ſhalbe. Sith that my grace and eke good wil, they on ſuch ſort diſpiſe, For to deſtroye both man and chyld, I ſurely do deuyſe, Com on my men, bend now your forſe, this Citie for to wyn, Saue no mans lyfe, yt once ſhould make, ryſiſtaunce there wtin, And when you ſhall poſſes the towne, & haue all things at wil, Loke out my mother but to her, do ye no kynde of yll. Let her not die, though that ſhe would, deſiar the death to haue For other wyſe my fathers death, reuengment doth craue. We ſhall your heſtes obaye with ſpede, oh captayne we deſiar, That we were therefor to reuenge, our hartes are ſet on fyar. Lyke men by God, I ſweare well ſayd, Horeſtes let vs gow, Nowe to thy men lyke manley hart, I praye the for to ſhowe. And as thou ſeiſte be firſte the man, that ſhall the Citie wyn, How, how, now for to flye, all ready they begynne.