2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 27 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 0.85 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
But wherefore dost thou shake thy head so? It is the palsy, and not fear that makes me. Nay thou nodst thy head, as who say, thou wilt be even with me, if thou getst away, but i'll make thee sure enough, now I have thee: go take him to the standard in Cheapside & chop off his head, & then go to Milend-green, to sir Iames Cromer his son in law, and cut off his head too, and bring them to me upon two poles presently. There shall not a nobleman wear a head on his shoulders, But he shall pay me tribute for it: Nor there shall not a maid be married, but he shall see to me for her: Maiden head or else, i'll have it myself, Mary I will that married men shall hold of me in capite, And that their wives shall be as free as heart can think, or tongue can tell. O captain! London bridge is a fire. Run to Billingsgate, and fetch pitch and flax and squench it. justice, justice, I pray you sir, let me have justice of this fellow here. Why, what has he done? Alas sir, he has ravished my wife. Why my lord he would have rested me, And I went and entered my Action in his wives paper house. Dick follow thy suit in her common place, You whoreson villain, you are a sergeant, you'll Take any man by the throat for twelve pence, And rest a man when he's at dinner, And have him to prison ere the meat be out of his mouth: Go Dick, take him hence, cut out his tongue for cogging, Hough him for running, and to conclude, Brave him with his own mace. So, come carry them before me, and at every lanes end, let them kiss together. Why country men and warlike friends of Kent, What means this mutinous rebellion, That you in troops do muster thus yourselves, Under the conduct of this traitor Cade? To rise against your sovereign lord and King, Who mildly hath his pardon sent to you, If you forsake this monstrous rebel here? If honour be the mark whereat you aim, Then haste to France, that our forefathers won, And win again that thing which now is lost, And leave to seek your country's overthrow. A Clifford, a Clifford. Why how now, will you forsake your general, And ancient freedom which you have possessed, To bend your necks unto their servile yokes, Who if you stir, will straightways hang you up? But follow me, and you shall pull them down, And make them yield their livings to your hands. A Cade, a Cade. Brave warlike friends hear me but speak a word, Refuse not good, whilst it is offered you, The King is merciful, then yield to him, And I myself will go along with you, To Winsore castle whereas the King abides, And on mine honour you shall have no hurt.
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But wherefore doeſt thou ſhake thy head ſo? It is the palſie, and not feare that makes me. Nay thou nodſt thy head, as who ſay, thou wilt be euen with me, if thou getſt away, but ile make thee ſure enough, now I haue thee: go take him to the ſtandard in Cheapſide & chop off his head, & then go to Milend-green, to ſir Iames Cromer his ſon in law, and cut off his head too, and bring them to me vpon two poles preſently. There ſhall not a nobleman weare a head on his ſhoulders, But he ſhall pay me tribute for it: Nor there ſhal not a maid be maried, but he ſhal ſee to me for her: Maiden head or elſe, ile haue it my ſelfe, Mary I will that married men ſhal hold of me in capite, And that their wiues ſhal be as free as hart can think, or tongue can tell. O captaine! London bridge is a fire. Runne to Billingſgate, and fetch pitch and flaxe and ſquench it. Iuſtice, iuſtice, I pray you ſir, let me haue iuſtice of this fellow here. Why, what has he done? Alas ſir, he has rauiſht my wife. Why my lord he would haue reſted me, And I went and entred my Action in his wiues paper houſe. Dicke follow thy ſute in her common place, You horſon villaine, you are a ſergeant, youle Take any man by the throte for twelue pence, And reſt a man when hees at dinner, And haue him to priſon ere the meate be out of his mouth: Go Dicke, take him hence, cut out his tong for cogging, Hough him for running, and to conclude, Braue him with his owne mace. So, come cary them before me, and at cuery lanes end, let them kiſſe together. Why country men and warlike frends of Kent, What meanes this mutinous rebellion, That you in troupes do muſter thus your ſelues, Vnder the conduct of this traitor Cade? To riſe againſt your ſoueraigne lord and King, Who mildly hath his pardon ſent to you, If you forſake this monſtrous rebell here? If honour be the marke whereat you ayme, Then haſte to France, that our forefathers wonne, And winne againe that thing which now is loſt, And leaue to ſeeke your countries ouerthrow. A Clifford, a Clifford. Why how now, will you forſake your generall, And ancient freedome which you haue poſſeſt, To bend your neckes vnto their ſeruile yokes, Who if you ſtir, will ſtraightwaies hang you vp? But follow me, and you ſhall pull them downe, And make them yeeld their liuings to your hands. A Cade, a Cade. Braue warlike friends heare me but ſpeake a word, Refuſe not good, whilſt it is offered you, The King is mercifull, then yeeld to him, And I my ſelfe will go along with you, To Winſore caſtle whereas the King abides, And on mine honor you ſhall haue no hurt.