Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
What words are these? how do my sinews shake? My Father's foe clad in my Father's spoil, A thousand furies kindle with revenge, This heart that choler keeps a consistory, Searing my inwards with a brand of hate: How doth Alecte whisper in mine ears? Delay not Philip, kill the villain strait, Disrobe him of the matchless monument Thy Father's triumph o'er the Savages, Base heardgroome, coward, peasant, worse than a threshing slave, What mak'st thou with the Trophei of a King? Shams● thou not coistrel, loathsome dunghill swad, To grace thy carcase with an ornament Too precious for a Monarch's coverture? Scarce can I temper due obedience Unto the presence of my Sovereign, From acting outrage on this trunk of hate: But arm thee traitor, wronger of renown, For by his soul I swear, my Father's soul, Twice will I not review the Mornings rise, Till I have torn that Trophei from thy back, And split thy heart, for wearing it so long. Philip hath sworn, and if it be not done, Let not the world repute me Richard's Son. Nay soft sir Bastard, hearts are not split so soon, Let them rejoice that at the end do win: And take this lesson at thy foeman's hand, Pawn not thy life, to get thy Father's skin. Well may the world speak of his knightly valour, That wins this hide to wear a Lady's favour. Ill ●ay I thrive, and nothing brook with me, If shortly I present it not to thee. Lordings forbear, fortune is coming fast, That deeds may try what words cannot determine. And to the purpose for the cause you come. Me seems you set right in chance of war, Yielding no other reasons for your claim, But so and so, because it shall be so. So wrong shallbe suborned by trust of strength: A Tyrant's practise to invest himself. Where weak resistance giveth wrong the way. To check the which, in holy lawful Arms, I in the right of Arthur Geoffrey's Son, Am come before this City of Angiers, To bar all other false supposed claim, From whence or howsoe'er the error springs. And in his quarrel on my Princely word, I'll fight it out unto the latest man. Know King of France, I will not be commanded By any power or Prince in Christendom, To yield an instance how I hold mine own, More than to answer, that mine own is mine. But wilt thou see me parley with the Town, And hear them offer me allegiance, Fealty and homage, as true liege men ought. Summon them, I will not believe it till I see it, and when I see it I'll soon change it. They summon the Town, the Citizens appear upon the walls.
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)
What words are theſe? how doo my ſinews ſhake? My Fathers foe clad in my Fathers ſpoyle, A thouſand furies kindle with reuendge, This hart that choller keepes a conſiſtorie, Searing my inwards with a brand of hate: How doth Alecte whiſper in mine eares? Delay not Philip, kill the villaine ſtraight, Diſrobe him of the matchles moniment Thy Fathers triumph ore the Sauages, Baſe heardgroome, coward, peaſant, worſe than a threſhing ſlaue, What makſt thou with the Trophei of a King? Shamſ thou not coyſtrell, loathſome dunghill ſwad, To grace thy carkaſſe with an ornament Too precious for a Monarchs couerture? Scarce can I temper due obedience Vnto the peſence of my Soueraigne, From acting outrage on this trunke of hate: But arme thee traytor, wronger of renowme, For by his ſoule I ſweare, my Fathers ſoule, Twice will I not review the Mornings riſe, Till I haue torne that Trophei from thy back, And ſplit thy heart, for wearing it ſo long. Philip hath ſworne, and if it be not done, Let not the world repute me Richards Sonne. Nay ſoft ſir Baſtard, harts are not ſplit ſo ſoone, Let them reioyce that at the ende doo win: And take this leſſon at thy foemans hand, Pawne not thy life, to get thy Fathers ſkin. Well may the world ſpeake of his knightly valor, That winnes this hide to weare a Ladies fauour. Ill ay I thriue, and nothing brooke with mee, If ſhortly I preſent it not to thee. Lordings forbeare, fortune is comming faſt, That deedes may trie what words cannot determine. And to the purpoſe for the cauſe you come. Me ſeemes you ſet right in chaunce of warre, Yeelding no other reaſons for your claime, But ſo and ſo, becauſe it ſhall be ſo. So wrong ſhalbe ſubornd by truſt of ſtrength: A Tyrants practize to inueſt himſelfe. Where weake reſiſtance giueth wrong the way. To check the which, in holy lawfull Armes, I in the right of Arthur Geffreys Sonne, Am come before this Citie of Angiers, To barre all other falſe ſuppoſed clayme, From whence or howſoere the error ſprings. And in his quarrell on my Princely word, Ile fight it out vnto the lateſt man. Know King of Fraunce, I will not be commaunded By any power or Prince in Chriſtendome, To yeeld an inſtance how I hold mine owne, More than to anſwere, that mine owne is mine. But wilt thou ſee me parley with the Towne, And heare them offer me alleageance, Fealtie and homage, as true liege men ought. Summon them, I will not beleeue it till I ſee it, and when I ſee it Ile ſoone change it. They ſummon the Towne, the Citizens appeare vpon the walls.