Gomersall, Robert · published 1633 · first performed or written 1628 [1622-1628] (Annals) tragedy T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.75 · 476 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Why, what can happen ill? Fear you a war? and what's to be feared there? Lest that a mortal die, lest that the life Due to a knotty gout, or grating stone, Have a more easy period by the sword, Let them fear war, who fear to see their gold, Lest that the Sun should have a sight with them, Holding so much of Earth, theyare turned to it, Who have no more life than their dirty acres, Men, I may say, in the worst part of men. And why like these run we an idle race Of threescore years, and then sneak to a Death▪ Whilst soldiers master their mortality And dye by men, if that at all they die. Maluezzo know, when all things fifted are, Peace only pleaseth them that ne'er knew war. Herded you the general whispering? No, what is't? The Duke is ill.— And do they whisper that? Yes: and they say he has strange fits. How? strange? Is poison strange in Italy? why, know, As Princes live above the vulgar, so Their death has a Prerogative: mean men May dream away their time to fourscore years, And when their rotten joints drop to their dust, Only some trivial infirmity, A Palsy, or an Ague bears the blame: But'tis not State for Princes to be old, And yet they must not be supposed to dye By the respectless treason of disease, But by some strange unheard of accident That Fate did never dream of: but no more, You know Vitellio, and the height of grace Sforza has showed him, 'tis suspicious When wisdom flatters villainy: then come, Let us be private, and discourse some treason. But stay, my Picinino, who are here? O the grand favourite, Sanseverine, A most full bubble, valiant vanity: That in high terms can swear down fortresses, Blow away Armies with a powerful breath, And spoil the enemy before he sees him: But when he comes to action, lie as still, As in the tale, that lumpish King of Frogs, Which Iove did give them in his merriment▪ Were tilting, valour, I ne'er knew a man Of larger worth: could he but break the ranks Of enemies aswell as he does spears, Milan ne'er saw a braver General. But there's his brother too. ay, that's the man. ('tis wonder we can know so much of him) He that can sound the depth of that sly brain Has a large plummet, trust me Iulia, An hundred Lawyers make up that one head, And scarcely too: quick Proteus to him, To this Cajazzo was an Idiot, A plain flat Idiot, I tell thee man, Meander never knew so many windings; If, as they say, an Emulation Is bred by likeness, I do wonder much How Sforza is induced to employ him, Who has more Devil in him, than himself.
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 395–459 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 7 of 33 in this edition
Length
476 words · 643 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.754 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why, what can happen ill? Feare you a warre? and what's to be fear'd there? Least that a mortall dy, least that the life Due to a knotty gout, or grating stone, Have a more easie period by the sword, Let them feare warre, who feare to see their gold, Lest that the Sunne should have a sight with them, Holding so much of Earth, th'are turn'd to it, Who have no more life then their durty acres, Men, I may say, in the worst part of men. And why like these runne we an idle race Of threescore yeares, and then sneake to a Death▪ Whilst souldiers master their mortality And dye by men, if that at all they dye. Malvezzo know, when all things fifted are, Peace onely pleaseth them that ne'r knew warre. HEard you the generall whisp'ring? No, what ist? The Duke is ill.— And doe they whisper that? Yes: and they say he has strange fits. How? strange? Is poyson strange in Italy? why, know, As Princes live above the vulgar, so Their death has a Prerogative: meane men May dreame away their time to fourescore yeares, And when their rotten joynts drop to their dust, Onely some triviall infirmity, A Palsie, or an Ague beares the blame: But'tis not State for Princes to be old, And yet they must not be suppos'd to dye By the respectlesse treason of disease, But by some strange unheard of accident That Fate did never dreame of: but no more, You know Vitellio, and the hight of grace Sforza has shew'd him, 'tis suspitious VVhen wisedome flatters villany: then come, Let us be private, and discourse some treason. But stay, my Picinino, who are here? O the grand favorite, Sanseverine, A most full bubble, valiant vanity: That in high termes can sweare downe fortresses, Blow away Armies with a pow'rfull breath, And spoyle the enemy before he sees him: But when he comes to action, lye as still, As in the tale, that lumpish King of Frogs, Which Iove did give them in his merriment▪ Were tilting, valour, I ne're knew a man Of larger worth: could he but breake the rankes Of enemies aswell as he does speares, Millan ne're saw a braver Generall. But there's his brother too. I, thats the man. (Tis wonder we can know so much of him) He that can sound the depth of that sly braine Has a large plummet, trust me Iulia, An hundred Lawyers make up that one head, And scarcely too: quicke Proteus to him, To this Cajazzo was an Ideot, A plaine flat Ideot, I tell thee man, Meander never knew so many windings; If, as they say, an Aemulation Is bred by likenesse, I do wonder much How Sforza is induc'd to imploy him, Who has more Devill in him, then himselfe.