2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 29 of 32
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1600 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Nay, it never shallbe said whilst the world doth stand, that Alexander Eiden an Esquire of Kent, took odds to combat with a famished man, look on me, my limbs are equal unto thine, and every way as big, than hand to hand i'll combat thee. Sirra fetch me weapons, and stand you all aside. Now sword, if thou hewst not this burly-boned churl into chines of beef, I beseech God thou mayst fall into some smith's hand and be turned into hobnails. Come on thy way. Oh villain, thou hast slain the flower of Kent for chivalry, but it is famine & not thee that has done it, for come ten thousand devils, & give me but the ten meals that I wanted this five days, and I'll fight with you all, and so a pox rot thee, for Iacke Cade must die. Iack Cade, & was it that monstrous rebel which I have slain: oh sword I honour thee for this, and in my chamber shalt thou hang as a monument to after age, for this great service thou hast done to me, i'll drag him hence, and with my sword cut off his head and bear it with me. In Arms from Ireland comes York amain, Ring bells aloud, bonfires perfume the air, To entertain fair England's royal King: Ah sancta Maiesta, who would not buy thee dear? But soft, who comes here? Buckingham, what news with him? York, if thou mean well, I greet thee so. Humphrey of Buckingham, welcome I swear, What comest thou in love, or as a messenger? I come as a messenger from our dread lord & sovereign Henry, to know the reason of these Arms in peace? Or that thou being a subject as I am, Shouldst thus approach so near with colours spread, Whereas the person of the King doth keep? A subject as he is! O how I hate these spiteful abject terms, But York, dissemble till thou meet thy sons, Who now in Arms expect their father's sight, And far hence I know they cannot be: Humphrey Duke of Buckingham, pardon me, That I answered not at first, my mind was troubled, I came to remove that monstrons' rebel Cade, And heave proud Somerset from out the Court, That basely yielded up the towns in France. Why that was presumption on thy behalf, But if it be no otherwise but so, The King doth pardon thee, and grants to thy request, And Somerset is sent unto the Tower. Upon thine honour is it so? York, he is upon mine honour. Then before thy face, I here dismiss my troops, Sirs, meet me to morrow in saint George's fields, And there you shall receive your pay of me. Come York, thou shalt go speak unto the King, But see, his grace is coming to meet with us. How now Buckingham, is York friends with us That thus thou bringst him hand in hand with thee?
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Nay, it neuer ſhalbe ſaid whilſt the world doth ſtand, that Alexander Eiden an Eſquire of Kent, took ods to combat with a famiſht man, look on me, my lims are equall vnto thine, and euery way as big, then hand to hand ile combat thee. Sitra fetch me weapons, and ſtand you all aſide. Now ſword, if thou hewſt not this burly-boned churle into chines of beefe, I beſeech God thou maiſt fall into ſome ſmiths hand and be turnd into hobnailes. Come on thy way. Oh villain, thou haſt ſlaine the floure of Kent for chiualry, but it is famine & not thee that has done it, for come ten thouſand diuels, & giue me but the ten meals that I wanted this fiue daies, and Ile fight with you all, and ſo a pox rot thee, for Iacke Cade muſt die. Iack Cade, & was it that monſtrous rebell which I haue ſlain: oh ſword I honor thee for this, and in my chamber ſhalt thou hang as a monumēt to after age, for this great ſeruice thou haſt done to me, ile drag him hence, and with my ſword cut off his head and beare it with me. In Armes from Ireland comes Yorke amaine, Ring bells alowd, bonfires perfume the ayre, To entertaine faire Englands royall King: Ah ſancta Maieſta, who would not buy thee deare? But ſoft, who comes here? Buckingham, what news with him▪ Yorke, if thou meane wel, I greet thee ſo. Humphrey of Buckingham, welcome I ſweare, What comeſt thou in loue, or as a meſſenger? I come as a meſſenger from our dread lord & ſoueraign Henry, to know the reaſon of theſe Armes in peace? Or that thou being a ſubiect as I am, Shouldſt thus approach ſo neare with colours ſpread, Whereas the perſon of the King doth keepe? A ſubiect as he is! O how I hate theſe ſpightfull abiect termes, But Yorke, diſſemble till thou meete thy ſonnes, Who now in Armes expect their fathers ſight, And farre hence I know they cannot be: Humphrey Duke of Buckingham, pardon me, That I anſwerd not at firſt, my mind was troubled, I came to remoue that monſtrons rebell Cade, And heaue prowd Somerſet from out the Court, That bafely yeelded vp the townes in France. Why that was preſumption on thy behalfe, But if it be no otherwiſe but ſo, The King doth pardon thee, and grants to thy requeſt, And Somerſet is ſent vnto the Tower. Vpon thine honour is it ſo? Yorke, he is vpon mine honor. Then before thy face, I here diſmiſſe my troupes, Sirs, meete me to morrow in ſaint Georges fields, And there you ſhall receiue your pay of me. Come Yorke, thou ſhalt go ſpeake vnto the King, But ſee, his grace is comming to meete with vs. How now Buckingham, is Yorke friends with vs That thus thou bringſt him hand in hand with thee?