2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 25 of 32
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.79 · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Nay, bid the King come to me and he will, and then i'll pardon him, or otherways i'll have his crown tell him, ere it be long. Go Herald, proclaim in all the King's towns, That those that will forsake the Rebel Cade, Shall have free pardon from his majesty. Come sirs, saint George for us and Kent. Sir Dick Butcher, thou hast fought to day most valiantly, and knocked them down as if thou hadst been in thy slaughter house, and thus I will reward thee: the Lent shall be as long again as it was: thou shalt have licence to kill for four score and one a week: drum strike up, for now we'll march to London, for to morrow I mean to sit in the King's seat at Westminster. Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother is slain, And the rebels march amain to London, Go back to them, and tell them thus from me, I'll come and parley with their general. Yet stay, i'll read the letter once again: Lord Say, Iacke Cade hath solemnly vowed to have thy head. Yea, but I hope your highness shall have his. How now Madam, still lamenting and mourning for Suffolk's death, I fear my love, if I had been dead, thou wouldst not have mourned so much for me. No my love, I should not mourn, but die for thee. Oh fly my Lord, the rebels are entered Southwark, and have almost won the bridge, Calling your grace an usurper, And that monstrous rebel Cade, hath sworn To crown himself King in Westminster, Therefore fly my Lord, and post to Killing worth. Go old Buckingham and Clifford gather An Army up, and meet with the rebels: Come Madam let us haste to Killingworth, Come on Lord Say, go thou along with us, For fear the rebel Cade do find thee out. My innocence my Lord shall plead for me: And therefore with your-highnes leave, I'll stay behind. Even as thou wilt my Lord Say: Come Madam, let us go. How now, is lack Cade slain? No my Lord, nor likely to be slain, For they have won the bridge, Killing all those that withstand them, The Lord Maior craveth ●●d of your honour from the Towes, To defend the city from the rebels. Such aid as I can spare, you shall command, But I am troubled here with them myself, The Rebels have attempted to win the Tower, But get you to Smithfield and gather head, And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe.: Fight for your King, your country, and your lives, And so farewell, for I must hence again. Now is Mortimer Lord of this city, And now sitting upon London stone, we command, That the first year of our reign, The pissing conduit run nothing but red wine, And now henceforth, it shall be treason For my that calls me otherwise then Lord Mortimer. Iacke Cade, Iacke Cade. Zounds, knock him down.
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Nay, bid the King come to me and he will, and then ile pardon him, or otherwaies ile haue his crowne tel him, ere it be long. Go Herald, proclaime in all the Kings townes, That thoſe that wil forſake the Rebel Cade, Shall haue free pardon from his maieſtie. Come ſirs, ſaint George for vs and Kent. Sir Dicke Butcher, thou haſt fought to day moſt valiantly, and knockt them downe as if thou hadſt bin in thy ſlaughter houſe, and thus I will reward thee: the Lent ſhall be as long again as it was: thou ſhalt haue licence to kil for foure ſcore and one a weeke: drum ſtrike vp, for now weele march to London, for to morrow I meane to ſit in the Kings ſeate at Weſtminſter. Sir Humphrey Stafford and his brother is ſlaine, And the rebels march amaine to London, Go backe to them, and tell them thus from me, Ile come and parly with their generall. Yet ſtay, ile reade the letter once againe: Lord Say, Iacke Cade hath ſolemnly vowd to haue thy head▪ Yea, but I hope your highneſſe ſhall haue his. How now Madam, ſtill lamenting and mourning for Suffolks death, I feare my loue, if I had bin dead, thou wouldſt not haue mournd ſo much for me. No my loue, I ſhould not mourn, but die for thee▪ Oh flie my Lord, the rebels are entered Southwarke, and haue almoſt wonne the bridge, Calling your grace an vſurper, And that monſtrous rebel Cade, hath ſworne To crowne himſelfe King in Weſtminſter, Therefore flie my Lord, and poſte to Killing worth. Go old Buckingham and Clifford gather An Army vp, and meete with the rebells: Come Madam let vs haſte to Killingworth, Come on Lord Say, go thou along with vs, For feare the rebell Cade do find thee out. My innocence my Lord ſhall pleade for me: And therefore with your-highnes leaue, Ile ſtay behind. Euen as thou wilt my Lord Say: Come Madame, let vs goe. How now, is lacke Cade ſlaine? No my Lord, nor likely to be ſlaine, For they haue wonne the ridge, Killing all thoſ that withſtand them, The Lord Maior craueth d of your honor from the Towes, To defend the cittie from the rebells. Such aide as I can ſpare, you ſhall command, But I am troubled here with them my ſelfe, The Rebels haue attempted to win the Tower, But get you to Smithfield and gather head, And thither I will ſend you Mathew Goffe: Fight for your King, your country, and your liues, And ſo farewell▪ for I muſt hence againe. Now is Mortimer Lord of this cittie, And now ſitting vpon London ſtone, we commaund, That the firſt yeare of our raigne, The piſſing conduit run nothing but red wine, And now henceforth, it ſhall be treaſon For my that calls me otherwiſe then Lord Mortimer. Iacke Cade, Iacke Cade. Zounes, knocke him downe.