2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 28 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 0.81 · 486 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
A Clifford, a Clifford, God save the King. How like a feather is this rascal company Blown every way, But that they may see there wants no valiancy in me, My staff shall make way through the midst of you, And so a pox take you all. Go some and make after him, and proclaim, That those that can bring the head of Cade, Shall have a thousand crowns for his labour. Come march way. Lord Somerset, what news hear you of the rebel Cade? This my gracious lord, that the lord Say is done to death, And the city is almost sacked. God's will be done, for as he hath decreed, so it must be: And be it as he please, to stop the pride of those rebellious men. Had the noble Duke of Suffolk been alive, The rebel Cade had been suppressed ere this, And all the rest that do take part with him. Long live King Henry, England's lawful King, Lo here my Lord, these rebels are subdued, And offer their lives before your highness feet. But tell me Clifford, is their captain here? No, my gracious lord, he is fled away, but proclamations are sent forth, that he that can but bring his head, shall have a thousand crowns. But may it please your majesty, to pardon these their faults, that by that traitor's means were thus misled. Stand up you simple men, and give God praise, For you did take in hand you know not what, And go in peace obedient to your King, And live as subjects, and you shall not want, Whilst Henry lives, and wears the English crown. God save the King, God save the King. Come let us haste to London now with speed, That solemn processions may be sung, In laud and honour of the God of heaven, And triumphs of this happy victory. Good Lord how pleasant is this country life? This little land my father left me here, With my contented mind, serves me as well, As all the pleasures in the court can yield, Nor would I change this pleasure for the court. Sounes here's the Lord of the soil stand villain, thou wilt betray me to the King, and get a thousand crowns for my head, but ere thou goest, i'll make thee eat iron like an ostrich, and swallow my sword like a great pin. Why saucy companion, why should I betray thee? Is't not enough that thou hast broke my hedges, And entered into the ground without the leave of me the owner, But thou wilt brave me too? Brave thee and beard thee too, by the best blood of the realm, look on me well, I have eat no meat this five days, yet and I do not leave thee and thy five men as dead as a door nail, I pray God I may never eat grass more.
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A Clifford, a Clifford, God ſaue the King. How like a feather is this raſcall company Blowne euery way, But that they may ſee there wants no valiancy in me, My ſtaffe ſhall make way through the midſt of you, And ſo a poxe take you all. Go ſome and make after him, and proclaime, That thoſe that can bring the head of Cade, Shall haue a thouſand crownes for his labor. Come march wy. Lord Somerſet, what news heare you of the rebel Cade? This my gracious lord, that the lord Say is don to deth, And the cittie is almoſt ſackt. Gods wil be done, for as he hath decreed, ſo it muſt be: And be it as he pleaſe, to ſtop the pride of thoſe rebellious mē. Had the noble Duke of Suffolke bin aliue, The rebell Cade had bin ſuppreſt ere this, And all the reſt that do take part with him. Long liue King Henry, Englands lawfull King, Loe here my Lord, theſe rebells are ſubdude, And offer their liues before your highneſſe feete. But tell me Clifford, is their captaine here▪ No, my gracious lord, he is fled away, but proclamations are ſent forth, that he that cā but bring his head, ſhal haue a thouſand crownes. But may it pleaſe your maieſty, to pardon theſe their faults, that by that traitors meanes were thus miſled. Stand vp you ſimple men, and giue God praiſe, For you did take in hand you know not what, And go in peace obedient to your King, And liue as ſubiects, and you ſhall not want, Whilſt Henrie liues, and weares the Engliſh crowne. God ſaue the King, God ſaue the King. Come let vs haſte to London now with ſpeed, That ſolemne proceſſions may be ſung, In laud and honor of the God of heauen, And triumphs of this happy victory. Good Lord how pleaſant is this country life▪ This little land my father left me here, With my contented mind, ſerues me as well, As all the pleaſures in the court can yeeld, Nor would I change this pleaſure for the court. Sounes heres the Lord of the ſoile ſtand villain, thou wilt betray me to the King, and get a thouſand crowns for my head, but ere thou goeſt, ile make thee eat yron like an eſtridge, and ſwallow my ſword like a great pin. Why ſawcy companion▪ why ſhould I betray thee? Iſt not enough that thou haſt broke my hedges, And entred into the ground without the leaue of me the owner, But thou wilt braue me too? Braue thee and beard thee too, by the beſt bloud of the realme, look on me well, I haue eate no meat this fiue daies, yet and I do not leaue thee and thy fiue men as dead as a door nail, I pray God I may neuer cate graſſe more.