2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 9 of 32
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
In Bastardy. I scorn thy words. Make up no factious numbers, but even in thine own person meet me at the East end of the grove. Here's my hand, I will. Why how now Lords? Faith cousin Gloster, had not your man cast off so soon, we had had more sport to day, come with thy sword and buckler. Faith priestile shave your crown. Protector, protect thyself well. The wind grows high, so doth your colour, lords. How now! now sirrah, what miracle is it? And it please your grace, there is a man that came blind to saint Albon, and hath received his fignt at his shrine. Go fetch him hither, that we may glorify the Lord with him. Thou happy man give God eternal praise, For he it is that thus hath helped thee. Where wast thou borne? At Berwick sir, in the North. At Berwick and come thus far for help? Yea sir, it was told me in my sleep, That sweet saint Albon, should give me my sight again. What art thou lame too? Yea indeed sir, God help me. How cam'st thou lame? With falling off on a plum-tree. Wart thou blind, and would climb plum-trees? Never but once sir in all my life, My wife did long for plums. But tell me, wart thou borne blind? Yea truly sir. Yea indeed sir, he was borne blind. What art thou, his mother? His wife sir. Hadst thou been his mother, Thou couldst have better told: Why let me see I think thou canst not see yet. Yes truly master, as clear as day. sayst thou so! what colour's his cloak? Why red master, as red as blood. And his cloak? Why that's green. And what colour's his hose? Yellow master, yellow as gold. And what colours my gown? Black sir, as black as jet. Then belike he knows what colour jet is on. And I think jet did he never see. But cloaks and gowns ere this day many a one? But tell me sirrah, what's my name? Alas master I know not. What's his name? I know not. Nor his? No truly sir. Nor his name? No indeed master. What's thine own name? Saunder, and it please you master. Then Saunder sit there, the lyingest knave in Christendom. If thou hadst been borne blind, thou mightst aswell have known all our names, as thus to name the several colours we do wear. Sight may distinguish of colours but suddenly to nominate them all it is impossible. My lords, same Albon here hath done a miracle, and would you not think his cunning to be great, that could restore this cripple to his legs again? Oh master I would you could. My masters of Saint Albon, Have you not Beadles in your Town, And things called whips? Yes my lord, if it please your grace. Then send for one presently Sirrah go fetch the Beadle hither strait.
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In Baſtardie. I ſcorne thy words. Make vp no factious▪ numbers, but euen in thine own perſon meete me at the Eaſt end of the groue. Heres my hand, I will. Why how now Lords? Faith coſin Gloſter, had not your man caſt off ſo ſoon, we had had more ſport to day, come with thy ſword and buckler. Faith prieſtile ſhaue your crowne. Protector, protect thy ſelfe well. The wind growes high, ſo doth your color, lords. How now! now ſirra, what miracle is it? And it pleaſe your grace, there is a man that came blind to ſaint Albons, and hath receiued his fignt at his ſhrine. Go fetch him hither, that we may glorifie the Lord with him. Thou happy man giue God eternall praiſe, For he it is that thus hath helped thee. Where waſt thou borne? At Barwicke ſir, in the North. At Barwicke and come thus far for help? Yea ſir, it was told me in my ſleepe, That ſweet ſaint Albons, ſhould giue me my ſight againe. What art thou lame too? Yea indeed ſir, God help me. How camſt thou lame? With falling off on a plum-tree. Wart thou blind, and would clime plum-trees? Neuer but once ſir in all my life, My wife did long for plums. But tell me, wart thou borne blind? Yea truly ſir. Yea indeed ſir, he was borne blind. What art thou, his mother? His wife ſir. Hadſt thou beene his mother, Thou couldſt haue better told: Why let me ſee I thinke thou canſt not ſee yet. Yes truly maſter, as cleere as day. Saiſt thou ſo! what colour's his cloake? Why red maiſter, as red as bloud. And his cloake? Why thats greene. And what colour's his hoſe? Yellow maiſter, yellow as gold. And what colours my gowne? Blacke ſir, as blacke as ieat. Then belike he knowes what colour ieat is on. And I think ieat did he neuer ſee. But cloakes and gownes ere this day many a one▪ But tell me ſirra, what's my name? Alas maſter I know not. Whats his name? I know not. Nor his? No truly ſir. Nor his name? No indeed maſter. Whats thine owne name? Sander, and it pleaſe you maiſter. Then Sander ſit there, the lyingeſt knaue in Chriſtendome. If thou hadſt been borne blind, thou mightſt aſwell haue knowne all our names, as thus to name the ſeuerall colours we do weare. Sight may diſtinguiſh of colours but ſodainly to nominate them all it is impoſſible. My lords, ſame Albons here hath done a miracle, and would you not thinke his cunning to be great, that could reſtore this cripple to his legs againe? Oh maiſter I would you could. My maiſters of Saint Albons, Haue you not Beadles in your Towne, And things called whips? Yes my lord, if it pleaſe your grace. Then ſend for one preſently Sirra go fetch the Beadle hither ſtraight.