Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

King John · chunk 12 of 41

Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written 1591 [1590-1591] (Annals)
history · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 478 words

← previous chunkall chunks of this editionnext chunk →

Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.

Let it be so: say, where will you assault? We from the West will send destruction Into this City's bosom. I from the North. Our Thunder from the South, Shall rain their drift of bullets on this Town. O prudent discipline! From North to South: Austria and France shoot in each others mouth. I'll stir them to it: Come, away, away. Hear us great kings, vouchsafe awhile to stay And I shall show you peace, and fair-faced league: Win you this City without stroke, or wound, Rescue those breathing lives to dye in beds, That here come sacrifices for the field. Persever not, but hear me mighty kings. Speak on with favour, we are bend to hear. That daughter there of Spain, the Lady Blanch Is near to England, look upon the years Of Lewes the Dolphin, and that lovely maid. If lusty love should go in quest of beauty, Where should he find it fairer, then in Blanch: If zealous love should go in search of virtue, Where should he find it purer than in Blanch? If love ambitious, sought a match of birth, Whose veins bond richer blood than Lady Blanch? Such as she is, in beauty, virtue, birth, Is the young Dolphin every way complete, If not complete of, say he is not she, And she again wants nothing, to name want, If want it be not, that she is not he: He is the halfepart of a blessed man, Left to be finished by such as she, And she a fair divided excellence, Whose fullness of perfection lies in him. O two such silver currents when they join Do glorify the banks that bond them in: And two such shores, to two such streams made one, Two such controlling bounds shall you be, kings, To these two Princes, if you marry them: This Union shall do more than battery can To our fast closed gates: for at this match, With swifter spleen than powder can enforce The mouth of passage shall we sling wide open, And give you entrance: but without this match, The sea enraged is not half so deaf, Lions more confident, Mountains and rocks More free from motion, no not death himself In mortal fury half so peremptory, As we to keep this City. here's a stay, That shakes the rotten carcase of old death Out of his rags. Here's a large mouth indeed, That spits forth death, and mountains, rocks, and seas, Talks as familiarly of roaring Lions, As maids of thirteen do of puppi-dogges. What Cannoneere begot this Iustie blood, He speaks plain Cannon fire, and smoke, and bounce, He gives the bastinado with his tongue: Our ears are cudgeled, not a word of his But buffets better than a fist of France: Zounds, I was never so bethumpt with words, Since I first called my brother's father Dad.
← previous chunkall chunks of this editionnext chunk →

Details

Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayKing John
AuthorShakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)1623
First performance / composition (Annals)1591 [1590-1591]
First performance (BritDrama)1596 [1594-1598]
Company (BritDrama)Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men
Genre (British Drama)history
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 876 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.15
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 692–753 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 12 of 41 in this edition
Length478 words · 616 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T10 — England and France: war, embassy and peace at 0.757
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)
Let it be ſo: ſay, where will you aſſault? We from the Weſt will ſend deſtruction Into this Cities boſome. I from the North. Our Thunder from the South, Shall raine their drift of bullets on this Towne. O prudent diſcipline! From North to South: Auſtria and France ſhoot in each others mouth. Ile ſtirre them to it: Come, away, away. Heare vs great kings, vouchſafe awhile to ſtay And I ſhall ſhew you peace, and faire-fac'd league: Win you this Citie without ſtroke, or wound, Reſcue thoſe breathing liues to dye in beds, That heere come ſacrifices for the field. Perſeuer not, but heare me mighty kings. Speake on with favour, we are bent to heare. That daughter there of Spaine, the Lady Blanch Is neere to England, looke vpon the yeeres Of Lewes the Dolphin, and that louely maid. If luſtie loue ſhould go in queſt of beautie, Where ſhould he finde it fairer, the in Blanch: If zealous loue ſhould go in ſearch of vertue, Where ſhould he finde i purer then in Blanch? If loue ambitious, ſought a match of birth, Whoſe veines bound richer blood then Lady Blanch? Such as ſhe is, in beautie, vertue, birth, Is the yong Dolphin euery way compleat, If not compleat of, ſay he is not ſhee, And ſhe againe wants nothing, to name want, If want it be not, that ſhe is not hee: He is the halfe-part o a bleſſed man, Left to be finiſhed by ſuch as ſhee, And ſhe a faire diuided excellence, Whoſe fulneſſe of perfection lyes in him. O two ſuch ſiluer currents when they ioyne Do glorifie the bankes that bound them in: And two ſuch ſhores, to two ſuch ſtreames made one, Two ſuch controlling bounds ſhall you be, kings, To theſe two Princes, if you marrie them: This Vnion ſhall do more then batterie can To our faſt cloſed gates: for at this match, With ſwifter ſpleene then powder can enforce The mouth of paſſage ſhall we ſling wide ope, And giue you entrance: but without this match, The ſea enraged is not halfe ſo deafe, Lyons more confident, Mountaines and rockes More free from motion, no not death himſelfe In mortall furie halfe ſo peremptorie, As we to keepe this Citie. Heeres a ſtay, That ſhakes the rotten carkaſſe of old death Out of his ragges. Here's a large mouth indeede, That ſpits forth death, and mountaines, rockes, and ſeas, Talkes as familiarly of roaring Lyons, As maids of thirteene do of puppi-dogges. What Cannoneere begot this Iuſtie blood, He ſpeakes plaine Cannon fire, and ſmoake, and bounce, He giues the baſtinado with his tongue: Our eares are cudgel'd, not a word of his But buffets better then a fiſt of France: Zounds, I was neuer ſo bethumpt with words, Since I firſt cal'd my brothers father Dad.