Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Thou sayst she téemde six weeks before her time. Why good Sir Squire are you so cunning grown To make account of women's reckonings: Spit in your hand and to your other proofs: Many mischances hap in such affairs To make a woman come before her time. And where thou sayst he looketh like the King In action, feature and proportion: Therein I hold with thee, for in my life I never saw so lively counterfeit Of Richard Cordelion, as in him. Then good my Lord, be you indifferent judge, And let me have my living and my right. Nay hear you Sir, you run away too fast: Know you not, Omne simile non est idem? Or have read in. Hark ye good sir, T'Was thus I warrant, and no otherwise, She lay with Sir Robert your Father, and thought upon King Richard my Son, and so your Brother was form in this fashion. Madame, you wrong me thus to jest it out, I crave my right: King Iohn as thou art King. So be thou just, and let me have my right. Why (foolish boy) thy proofs are frivolous, Nor canst thou challenge any thing thereby. But thou shalt see how I will help thy claim, This is my doom, and this my doom shall stand Irrevocable, as I am King of England. For thou know'st not, we'll ask of them that know, His mother and himself shall end this strife: And as they say, so shall thy living pass. My Lord, herein I challenge you of wrong, To give away my right, and put the doom Unto themselves. Can there be likelihood That she will lose? Or he will give the living from himself? It may not be my Lord. Why should it be? Lords keep him back, and let him hear the doom. Essex, first ask the Mother thrice who was his Sire? Lady Margaret Widow of Fauconbridge, Who was Father to thy Son Philip? Please it your Majesty, Sir Robert Fauconbridge. This is right, ask my fellow there if I be a thief. Ask Philip whose Son he is. Philip, who was thy Father? Ma● my Lord, and that's a question: and you had not taken some pains with her before, I should have desired you to ask my Mother. Say who was thy Father? Faith (my Lord) to answer you sure he is my father that was nearest my mother when I was gotten, & him I think to be Sir Robert Fauconbridge. Essex, for fashion's sake demand again, And so an end to this contention. Was ever man thus wronged as Robert is? Philip speak I say, who was thy Father? Young man how now, what art thou in a trance? Philip awake, the man is in a dream.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T13 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Thou ſaiſt ſhe téemde ſix wéeks before her time. Why good Sir Squire are you ſo cunning growen To make account of womens reckonings: Spit in your hand and to your other proofes: Many miſchaunces hap in ſuch affaires To make a woman come before her time. And where thou ſaiſt he looketh like the King In action, feature and proportion: Therein I holde with thée, for in my life I neuer ſaw ſo liuely counterfet Of Richard Cordelion, as in him. Then good my Lord, be you indifferent Iudge, And let me haue my liuing and my right. Nay heare you Sir, you runne away too faſt: Know you not, Omne ſimile non est idem? Or haue read in. Harke ye good ſir, Twas thus I warrant, and no otherwiſe, She lay with Sir Robert your Father, and thought vppon King Richard my Sonne, and ſo your Brother was formed in this faſhion. Madame, you wrong me thus to ieſt it out, I craue my right: King Iohn as thou art King. So be thou iuſt, and let me haue my right. Why (fooliſh boy) thy proofes are friuolous, Nor canſt thou chalenge any thing thereby. But thou ſhalt ſee how I will helpe thy claime, This is my doome, and this my doome ſhall ſtand Irreuocable, as I am King of England. For thou knowſt not, weele aſke of them that know, His mother and himſelfe ſhall ende this ſtrife: And as they ſay, ſo ſhall thy liuing paſſe. My Lord, herein I chalenge you of wrong, To giue away my right, and put the doome Vnto themſelues. Can there be likelihood That ſhe will looſe? Or he will giue the liuing from himſelfe? It may not be my Lord. Why ſhould it be? Lords keepe him back, and let him heare the doome. Eſſex, firſt aſke the Mother thrice who was his Sire? Ladie Margaret Widow of Fauconbridge, Who was Father to thy Sonne Philip? Pleaſe it your Maieſtie, Sir Robert Fauconbridge. This is right, aſke my felow there if I be a thiefe. Aſke Philip whoſe Sonne he is. Philip, who was thy Father? Ma my Lord, and thats a queſtion: and you had not taken ſome paines with her before, I ſhould haue deſired you to aſke my Mother. Say who was thy Father? Faith (my Lord) to anſwere you ſure he is my father that was néereſt my mother when I was gotten, & him I thinke to be Sir Robert Fauconbridge. Eſſex, for faſhions ſake demaund agen, And ſo an ende to this contention. Was euer man thus wrongd as Robert is? Philip ſpeake I ſay, who was thy Father? Yong man how now, what art thou in a traunce? Philip awake, the man is in a dreame.