Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Cambises, King of Persia · chunk 20 of 26

Preston, Thomas · published 1570 · first performed or written 1561 [c.1558-1569] (Annals)
tragedy
T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.82 · 514 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.

Redoubted Prince pleaseth your grace, to you she is a kin: Cousin Iarmin nigh of birth, by mother's side come in. And that her waiting maiden is attending her upon: He is a Lord of Prince's Court, and will be there anon. They sport themselves in pleasant field, to former used use: My Lord & knight of truth I speak, my heart it cannot choose. But with my Lady I must speak and so express my mind: My Lord and Ladies walking there, if you will favour find. Present yourselves unto my grace, & by my side come stand: We will fulfil most mighty king, as your grace doth command. Lady dear intelligence, my grace hath got of late: You issued out of mother's stock, and kin unto my state. According to rule of birth you are, Cousin iarmin mine: Yet do I wish that farther of, this kindred I could find. For Cupid he that eyeless boy, my heart hath so inflamed: With beauty you me to content, the like cannot be named. For since I entered in this place and on you fixed mine eyes: Most burning fits about my heart in ample wise did rise. The heat of them such force doth yield, my corpse they scorch alas: And burns the same with wasting heat, as Titan doth the grass And sith this heat is kindled so, and fresh in heart of me: There is no way but of the same, the quencher you must be. My meaning is that beauty yours, my heart with love doth wound: To give me love, mind to content my heart hath you out found. And you are she must be my wife, else shall I end my days: Consent to this and be my Queen, to were the crown with praise. If it please your grace (O mighty king) you shall not this request It is a thing that nature's course, doth utterly detest. And high it would the God displease, of all that is the worst: To grant your grace to marry so, it is not I that durst. Yet humble thanks I tender now unto you mighty King: That you vouchsafe to great estate, so gladly would me bring. Were it not it were offence, I would it not deny: But such great honour to achieve, my heart I would apply. Therefore (O king) with humble heart, in this I pardon crave: Mine answer is in this request: your mind ye may not have. May I not? nay then I will by all the Gods I vow: And I will marry thee as wife, this is mine answer now: Who dare say nay what I pretend, who dare the same withstand? Shall loose his head and have report, as traitor through my land. There is no nay I will you have, and you my Queen shallbe: Then mighty King I crave your grace, to hear the words of me Your council take of Lordings wit, the laws aright peruse: If I with safe may grant this deed, I will it not refuse.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayCambises, King of Persia
AuthorPreston, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1570
First performance / composition (Annals)1561 [c.1558-1569]
First performance (BritDrama)1569 [autumn] [1559-1569]
Genre (British Drama)tragedy
Play typeInterlude;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 96 · TCP A10041 · DEEP 85
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 920–963 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 26 in this edition
Length514 words · 637 tokens
Topic (seed 42)T14 — Royal love, favour and dynastic relationships cross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.820 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seedsseed 43: T14 · seed 44: T9 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Redouted Prince pleaſeth your grace, to you ſhée is a kin: Coſin Iarmin nigh of birth, by mothers ſide come in. And that her waiting maiden is attending her vpon: He is a Lord of Princes Court, and wil be there anon. They ſport them ſelues in pleaſant féeld, to former vſed vſe: My Lord & knight of trueth I ſpeake, my hart it cannot chuſe. But with my Lady I muſt ſpeake and ſo expreſſe my minde: My Lord and Ladyes walking there, if you wil fauour finde. Preſent your ſelues vnto my grace, & by my ſide come ſtand: We wil fulfil moſte mightie king, as your grace doth cōmaūd. Lady déer intelligence, my grace hath got of late: You iſſued out of mothers ſtock, and kin vnto my ſtate. According to rule of birth you are, Coſin iarmin mine: Yet doo I wiſh that farther of, this kinred I could finde. For Cupid he that eyeleſſe boy, my hart hath ſo inflamed: With beauty you me to content, the like cannot be named. For ſince I entred in this place and on you fixt mine eyes: Moſte burning fits about my hart in ample wiſe did riſe. The heat of thē ſuch force dooth yéeld, my corps they ſcorch alas: And burnes ye ſame with waſting heat, as Titan dooth the graſſe And ſith this heat is kindled ſo, and freſh in hart of me: There is no way but of the ſame, the quencher you muſt be. My meaning is yt beauty yours, my hart with looue dooth woūd: To giue me looue, minde to content my hart hath you out found. And you are ſhée muſt be my wife, els ſhall I end my dayes: Conſent to this and be my Quéen, to were ye crown with praiſe. If it pleaſe your grace (O mightie king) you ſhall not this requeſt It is a thing that natures courſe, dooth vtterly deteſt. And high it would the God diſpleaſe, of all that is the wurſt: To graunt your grace to marry ſo, it is not I that durſt. Yet humble thanks I render now vnto you mightie King: That you vouchſafe to great eſtate, ſo gladly would me bring. Were it not it were offence, I would it not deny: But ſuch great honor to atchiue, my hart I would apply. Therfore (O king) with humble hart, in this I pardon craue: Mine anſwere is in this requeſt: your minde ye may not haue. May I not? nay then I wil by all the Gods I vow: And I wil mary thée as wife, this is mine anſwere now: Who dare ſay nay what I pretēd, who dare the ſame wtſtand? Shall loſe his hed and haue reporte, as traitor through my lād. There is no nay I wil you haue, and you my Quéen ſhalbe: Then mightie King I craue your grace, to hear ye words of me Your councel take of Lordings wit, the lawes aright peruſe: If I with ſafe may graunt this déed, I wil it not refuſe.