2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 2 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea typicality 0.86 · 538 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Brave Peers of England, Pillars of the State, To you Duke Humphrey must unload his grief: Your grief, the common grief of all the Land. What? did my brother Henry spend his youth, His valour, coin, and people in the wars? Did he so often lodge in open field: In Winter's cold, and Summer's parching heat, To conquer France, his true inheritance? And did my brother Bedford toil his wits, To keep by policy what Henry got: Have you yourselves, Somerset, Buckingham, Brave York, Salisbury, and victorious Warwick, Received deep scars in France and Normandy: Or hath mine Uncle Beauford, and myself, With all the Learned Counsel of the Realm, Studied so long, sat in the Council house, Early and late, debating too and fro How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe, And hath his Highness in his infancy, Crowned in Paris in despite of foes, And shall these Labours, and these Honours dye? Shall Henry's Conquest, Bedford's vigilance, Your Deeds of War, and all our Counsel dye? O Peers of England, shameful is this League, Fatal this Marriage, cancelling your Fame, Blotting your names from Books of memory, Racing the Characters of your Renown, Defacing Monuments of Conquered France, Undoing all as all had never been. Nephew, what means this passionate discourse? This preroration with such circumstance: For France, 'tis ours; and we will keep it still. I Uncle, we will keep it, if we can: But now it is impossible we should. Suffolk, the new made Duke that rules the roast, Hath given the Duchy of Anjou and Mayne, Unto the poor King Reignier, whose large style Agrees not with the leanness of his purse. Now by the death of him that died for all, These Counties were the Keys of Normandy: But wherefore weeps Warwick, my valiant son? For grief that they are past recovery. For were there hope to conquer them again, My sword should shed hot blood, mine eyes no tears. Anjou and Maine? Myself did win them both: Those Provinces, these Arms of mine did conquer, And are the Cities that I got with wounds, Delivered up again with peaceful words? Mort Dieu. For Suffolk's Duke, may he be suffocate, That dims the Honour of this Warlike Isle: France should have torn and rend my very hart, Before I would have yielded to this League. I never read but England's Kings have had Large sums of Gold, and Dowries with their wives, And our King Henry gives away his own, To match with her that brings no vantages. A proper jest, and never heard before, That Suffolk should demand a whole Fifteenth, For Costs and Charges in transporting her: She should have stayed in France, and starved in France Before— My Lord of Gloster, now ye grow too hot, It was the pleasure of my Lord the King. My Lord of Winchester I know your mind. 'Tis not my speeches that you do mislike: But 'tis my presence that doth trouble ye, Rancour will out, proud Prelate, in thy face I see thy fury: If I longer stay, We shall begin our ancient bicker: Lordings farewell, and say when I am gone, I prophesied, France will be lost ere long.
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William
Publication year (edition)
1623
First performance / composition (Annals)
c.1590
First performance (BritDrama)
1591 [1587-1592]
Company (BritDrama)
Pembroke's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)
history
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 224 · TCP A11954 · DEEP 5081.21
Edition role
Other edition — placed after the fit, excluded from the main statistics
Position
nodes 62–133 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 2 of 49 in this edition
Length
538 words · 724 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T10 — England and France: war, embassy and peacecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.856 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T8 · seed 44: T8 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Braue Peeres of England, Pillars of the State, To you Duke Humfrey muſt vnload his greefe: Your greefe, the common greefe of all the Land. What? did my brother Henry ſpend his youth, His valour, coine, and people in the warres? Did he ſo often lodge in open field: In Winters cold, and Summers parching heate, To conquer France, his true inheritance? And did my brother Bedford toyle his wits, To keepe by policy what Henrie got: Haue you your ſelues, Somerſet, Buckingham, Braue Yorke, Salisbury, and victorious Warwicke, Receiud deepe ſcarres in France and Normandie: Or hath mine Vnckle Beauford, and my ſelfe, With all the Learned Counſell of the Realme, Studied ſo long, ſat in the Councell houſe, Early and late, debating too and fro How France and Frenchmen might be kept in awe, And hath his Highneſſe in his infancie, Crowned in Paris in deſpight of foes, And ſhall theſe Labours, and theſe Honours dye? Shall Henries Conqueſt, Bedfords vigilance, Your Deeds of Warre, and all our Counſell dye? O Peeres of England, ſhamefull is this League, Fatall this Marriage, cancelling your Fame, Blotting your names from Bookes of memory, Racing the Charracters of your Renowne, Defacing Monuments of Conquer'd France, Vndoing all as all had neuer bin. Nephew, what meanes this paſſionate diſcourſe? This preroration with ſuch circumſtance: For France, 'tis ours; and we will keepe it ſtill. I Vnckle, we will keepe it, if we can: But now it is impoſsible we ſhould. Suffolke, the new made Duke that rules the roſt, Hath giuen the Dutchy of Aniou and Mayne, Vnto the poore King Reignier, whoſe large ſtyle Agrees not with the leanneſſe of his purſe. Now by the death of him that dyed for all, Theſe Counties were the Keyes of Normandie: But wherefore weepes Warwicke, my valiant ſonne? For greefe that they are paſt recouerie. For were there hope to conquer them againe, My ſword ſhould ſhed hot blood, mine eyes no teares. Aniou and Maine? My ſelfe did win them both: Thoſe Prouinces, theſe Armes of mine did conquer, And are the Citties that I got with wounds, Deliuer'd vp againe with peacefull words? Mort Dieu. For Suffolkes Duke, may he be ſuffocate, That dims the Honor of this Warlike Iſle: France ſhould haue torne and rent my very hart, Before I would haue yeelded to this League. I neuer read but Englands Kings haue had Large ſummes of Gold, and Dowries with their wiues, And our King Henry giues away his owne, To match with her that brings no vantages. A proper ieſt, and neuer heard before, That Suffolke ſhould demand a whole Fifteenth, For Coſts and Charges in tranſporting her: She ſhould haue ſtaid in France, and ſteru'd in France Before— My Lord of Gloſter, now ye grow too hot, It was the pleaſure of my Lord the King. My Lord of Wincheſter I know your minde. 'Tis not my ſpeeches that you do miſlike: But 'tis my preſence that doth trouble ye, Rancour will out, proud Prelate, in thy face I ſee thy furie: If I longer ſtay, We ſhall begin our ancient bickerings: Lordings farewell, and ſay when I am gone, I propheſied, France will be loſt ere long.