2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 13 of 32
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You · 489 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Come leave your drinking, and fall to blows: Sirrah what's thy name? Peter forsooth. Peter, what more? Thump. Thump, then see that thou thump thy master. Here to thee neighbour, fill all the pots again, for before we fight, look you, I will tell you my mind, for I am come hither, as it were of man's instigation, to prove myself an honest man, & Peter a knave, & so have at you Peter, with down right blows, as Bevis of Southampton fell upon Askapart. Law you now, I told you he's in his fence already. Alarm: and Peter hits him on the head and fells him Hold Peter, I confess, treason, treason. O God I give thee praise. Ho well done Peter: God save the King. Go take hence that triator from our sight, For by his death we do perceive his guilt, And God in justice hath revealed to us, The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, Which he had thought to have murdered wrongfully: Come fellow follow us for thy reward. Sirrah, what's a clock? Almost ten my Lord. Then is that woeful hour hard at hand, That my poor lady should come by this way. In shameful penance wandering in the streets, Sweet Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrooke, The abject people gazing on thy face, With envious looks laughing at thy shame, That erst did follow thy proud Chariot wheels, When thou didst ride in triumph through the streets. My gracious Lord, see where my lady comes, Please it your grace, we'll take her from the sheriffs? I charge you for your lines stir not a foot, Nor offer once to draw a weapon here, But let them do their office as they should. Come you my Lord to see my open shame? Ah Gloster, now thou dost penance too, See how the giddy people look at thee, Shaking their heads, and pointing at thee here, Go get thee gone, and hide thee from their sights, And in thy penned up study rue my shame, And ban thine enemies: Ah mine and thine. Ah Nell, sweet Nell, forget this extreme grief, And bear it patiently to ease thy heart Ah Gloster, teach me to forget myself, For whilst I think I am thy wedded wife, Then thought of this, doth kill my woeful heart, The ruthless flints do cut my tender feet, And when I start, the cruel people laugh, And bids me be advised how I tread, And thus with burning Tapor in my hand, Malde up in shame with papers on my back, Ah Gloster, can I endure this and live? Sometime I'll say I am Duke Humphreys wife, And he a Prince, Protector of the land, But so he ruled, and such a Prince he was, As he stood by, whilst I his forlorn Duchess, Was led with shame, and made a laughing stock, To every idle rascal follower.
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Come leaue your drinking, and fall to blowes: Sirra whats thy name? Peter forſooth. Peter, what more? Thump. Thump, then ſee that thou thump thy maſter. Here to thee neighbor, fil al the pots againe, for before we fight, look you, I will tell you my mind, for I am come hither, as it were of mans inſtigation, to proue my ſelfe an honeſt man, & Peter a knaue, & ſo haue at you Peter, with down right blowes, as Beuis of Southampton fell vpon Askapart. Law you now, I told you hees in his fence already. Alarme: and Peter hits him on the head and fels him Hold Peter, I confeſſe, treaſon, treaſon. O God I giue thee praiſe. Ho well done Peter: God ſaue the King. Go take hence that triator from our ſight, For by his death we do perceiue his guilt, And God in iuſtice hath reueald to vs, The truth and innocence of this poore fellow, Which he had thought to haue murthered wrongfully: Come fellow follow vs for thy reward. Sirra, what's a clocke? Almoſt ten my Lord. Then is that wofull houre hard at hand, That my poore lady ſhould come by this way. In ſhamefull penance wandring in the ſtreetes, Sweete Nell, ill can thy noble mind abrooke, The abiect people gazing on thy face, With enuious lookes laughing at thy ſhame, That earſt did follow thy proud Chariot wheeles, When thou didſt ride in triumph through the ſtreetes. My gracious Lord, ſee where my lady comes, Pleaſe it your grace, weele take her from the Shiriffes? I charge you for your lines ſtir not a foote, Nor offer once to draw a weapon here, But let them do their office as they ſhould. Come you my Lord to ſee my open ſhame? Ah Gloſter, now thou doeſt penance too, See how the giddie people looke at thee, Shaking their heads, and pointing at thee here, Go get thee gone, and hide thee from their ſights▪ And in thy pent vp ſtudie rue my ſhame, And ban thine enemies: Ah mine and thine. Ah Nell, ſweet Nell, forget this extreame griefe, And beare it patiently to eaſe thy heart Ah Gloſter, teach me to forget my ſelfe, For whilſt I thinke I am thy wedded wife, Then thought of this, doth kill my wofull heart, The ruthleſſe flints do cut my tender feete, And when I ſtart, the cruell people laugh, And bids me be aduiſed how I tread, And thus with burning Tapor in my hand, Malde vp in ſhame with papers on my backe, Ah Gloſter, can I endure this and liue? Sometime Ile ſay I am Duke Humphreys wife, And he a Prince, Protector of the land, But ſo he rulde, and ſuch a Prince he was, As he ſtood by, whilſt I his forlorne Dutches, Was led with ſhame, and made a laughing ſtocke, To euery idle raſcall follower.