2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 31 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 · 510 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
How say you boys, will you not? Yes noble father, if our words will serve And if our words will not, our swords shall. Call hither to the stake, my two rough bears. Call Buckingham, and bid him arm himself. Call Buckingham, and all the friends thou hast, Both thou and they shall curse this fatal hour. Are these thy bears? we'll bait them soon, Despite of thee and all the friends thou hast. You had best go dream again, To keep you from the tempest of the field. I am resolved to bear a greater storm, Then any thou canst conjure up to day, And that i'll write upon thy Burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy household badge. Now by my father's age old Neuells crest, The Rampant bear chained to the ragged staff, This day i'll wear aloft my burgonet, As on a mountain top the Cedar shows, That keeps his leaves in spite of any storm, Even to affright thee with the view thereof. And from thy burgonet will I rend the bear, And tread him underfoot with all contempt, Despite the Bearward that protects him so. And so renowned sovereign to arms, To quell these traitors, and their complises. Fie, charity for shame, speak it not in spite, For you shall sup with Iesus Christ to night. Fowl Stigmatic, thou canst not tell. No, for if not in heaven, you le surely sup in hell. So, lie thou there and breath thy last. What's here, the sign of the Castle? Then the prophesy is come to pass, For Somerset was forewarned of Castles, The which he always did observe, And now behold, under a paltry alehouse sign, The Castle in S. Albon, Somerset hath made the Wissard famous by his death. Clifford of Comberland, 'tis warwicke calls, And if thou dost not hide thee from the Bear, Now whilst the angry Trumpets sound Alarms, And dead men's cries do fill the empty auret Clifford I say, come forth and fight with me, Proud Northern Lord, Clifford of Comberland, Warwick is hoarse with calling thee to arms. Warwickestand still, and view the way that Clifford haws with his murdering curtle-axe, through the fainting troops to find thee out. Warwick stand still, and start not till I come. How now my Lord, what a foot? Who killed your horses The deadly hand of Clifford, noble lord, Five horse this day, slain under me, And yet brave Warwick I remain alive, But I did kill his horse he lou'de so well, The boviest grey that ere was bred in North. Hold War wick, and seek thee out some other chase Myself will hunt this Dear to death. Brave lord, 'tis for a crown thou fightest, Clifford farewell, as I intend to prosper well to day. It grieves my soul to leave thee vnassaild Now Clifford, since we are singled here alone, Be this the day of Doom to one of us, For now my heart hath sworn immortal hate To thee, and all the house of Eancaster.
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How ſay you boyes, will you not? Yes noble father, if our words wil ſerue And if our words will not, our ſwords ſhall. Call hither to the ſtake, my two rough beares. Call Buckingham, and bid him arme himſelfe. Call Buckingham, and all the frends thou haſt, Both thou and they ſhall curſe this fatall houre. Are theſe thy beares? weel bayte them ſoone, Diſpight of thee and all the friends thou haſt. You had beſt go dreame againe, To keepe you from the tempeſt of the field. I am reſolu'd to beare a greater ſtorme, Then any thou canſt coniure vp to day, And that ile write vpon thy Burgonet, Might I but know thee by thy houſhold badge. Now by my fathers age old Neuells creſt, The Rampant beare chaind to the ragged ſtaffe, This day ile weare aloft my burgonet, As on a mountaine top the Caedar ſhowes, That keepes his leaues in ſpight of any ſtorme, Euen to affright thee with the view thereof. And from thy burgonet will I rend the beare, And tread him vnderfoote with all contempt, Diſpight the Beare-ward that protects him ſo. And ſo renowned ſoueraigne to armes, To quel theſe traitors, and their compliſes. Fie, charity for ſhame, ſpeake it not in ſpight, For you ſhall ſup with Ieſus Chriſt to night. Foule Stigmatike, thou canſt not tell. No, for if not in heauen, you le ſurely ſup in hel. So, lie thou there▪ aud breathe thy laſt. Whats here, the ſigne of the Caſtle? Then the propheſie is come to paſſe, For Somerſet was forewarned of Caſtles, The which he alwaies did obſerue, And now behold, vnder a paltry ale-houſe ſigne, The Caſtle in S. Albons, Somerſet hath made the Wiſſard famous by his death. Clifford of Comberland, tis warwicke calls, And if thou doſt not hide thee from the Beare, Now whilſt the angry Trumpets ſound Alarmes, And dead mens cries do fil the empty avret Clifford I ſay, come forth and fight with me, Prowd Northerne Lord, Clifford of Comberland, Warwicke is hoarſe with calling thee to armes. Warwickeſtand ſtill, and view the way that Clifford hawes with his murthering curtelaxe, through the fainting troupes to find thee out. Warwicke ſtand ſtill, and ſrre not till I come. How now my Lord, what a foote▪ Who kild your horſes The deadly hand of Clifford, noble lord, Fiue horſe this day, ſlaine vnder me, And yet braue Warwicke I remaine aliue, But I did kil his horſe he lou' de ſo wel, The bouieſt gray that ere was bred in North. Hold War wicke, and ſeeke thee out ſome other chaſe My ſelfe will hunt this Deare to death. Braue lord, tis for a crowne thou fightſt, Clifford farewell, as I entend to proſper wel to day▪ It grieues my ſoule to leaue thee vnaſſaild Now Clifford, ſince we are ſingled here alone, Be this the day of Doome to one of vs, For now my heart hath ſworne immortall hate To thee, and all the houſe of Eancaſter.