2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 4 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and typicality 0.81 · 508 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Anjou and Maine are given to the French, Paris is lost, the state of Normandy Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone: Suffolk concluded on the Articles, The Peers agreed, and Henry was well pleased, To change two Dukedoms for a Duke's fair daughter. I cannot blame them all, what is't to them? 'Tis thine they give away, and not their own. Pirates may make cheap pennyworths of their pillage, And purchase Friends, and give to Courtesans, Still revelling like Lords till all be gone, While as the silly Owner of the goods Weeps over them, and wrings his hapless hands, And shakes his head, and trembling stands aloof, While all is shared, and all is borne away, Ready to starve, and dare not touch his own. So York must sit, and fret, and bite his tongue, While his own Lands are bargained for, and sold: methinks the Realms of England, France, & Ireland, Bear that proportion to my flesh and blood, As did the fatal brand Althaea burnt, Unto the Prince's heart of Calydon: Anjou and Maine both given unto the French? Cold news for me: for I had hope of France, Even as I have of fertile England's soil. A day will come, when York shall claim his own, And therefore I will take the Nevil's parts, And make a show of love to proud Duke Humphrey, And when I spy advantage, claim the Crown, For that's the Golden mark I seek to hit: Nor shall proud Lancaster usurp my right, Nor hold the Sceptre in his childish Fist, Nor wear the Diadem upon his head, Whose Church-like humours fits not for a Crown. Then York be still awhile, till time do serve: Watch thou, and wake when others be asleep, To pry into the secrets of the State, Till Henry surfeiting in joys of love, With his new Bride, & England's dear bought Queen, And Humphrey with the Peers be fall'n at jars: Then will I raise aloft the Milke-white-Rose, With whose sweet smell the Air shall be perfumed, And in in my Standard bear the Arms of York, To grapple with the house of Lancaster, And force perforce I'll make him yield the Crown, Whose bookish Rule, hath pulled fair England down. Why droops my Lord like ouer-ripened Corn, Hanging the head at Ceres' plenteous load? Why doth the Great Duke Humphrey knit his brows, As frowning at the Favours of the world? Why are thine eyes fixed to the sullen earth, Gazing on that which seems to dim thy sight? What seest thou there? King Henry's Diadem, Enchased with all the Honours of the world? If so, Gaze on, and grovel on thy face, Until thy head be circled with the same. Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold. What, is't too short? I'll lengthen it with mine, And having both together heaved it up, we'll both together lift our heads to heaven, And never more abase our sight so low, As to vouchsafe one glance unto the ground.
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 204–265 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 4 of 49 in this edition
Length
508 words · 696 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T43 — York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and conflictcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.810 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T8 · seed 44: T50 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Aniou and Maine are giuen to the French, Paris is loſt, the ſtate of Normandie Stands on a tickle point, now they are gone: Suffolke concluded on the Articles, The Peeres agreed, and Henry was well pleas'd, To change two Dukedomes for a Dukes faire daughter. I cannot blame them all, what is't to them? 'Tis thine they giue away, and not their owne. Pirates may make cheape penyworths of their pillage, And purchaſe Friends, and giue to Curtezans, Still reuelling like Lords till all be gone, While as the ſilly Owner of the goods Weepes ouer them, and wrings his hapleſſe hands, And ſhakes his head, and trembling ſtands aloofe, While all is ſhar'd, and all is borne away, Ready to ſterue, and dare not touch his owne. So Yorke muſt ſit▪ and fret, and bite his tongue, While his owne Lands are bargain'd for, and ſold: Me thinkes the Realmes of England, France, & Ireland, Beare that proportion to my fleſh and blood, As did the fatall brand Althaea burnt, Vnto the Princes heart of Calidon: Aniou and Maine both giuen vnto the French? Cold newes for me: for I had hope of France, Euen as I haue of fertile Englands ſoile. A day will come, when Yorke ſhall claime his owne, And therefore I will take the Neuils parts, And make a ſhew of loue to proud Duke Humfrey, And when I ſpy aduantage, claime the Crowne, For that's the Golden marke I ſeeke to hit: Nor ſhall proud Lancaſter vſurpe my right, Nor hold the Scepter in his childiſh Fiſt, Nor weare the Diadem vpon his head, Whoſe Church-like humors fits not for a Crowne. Then Yorke be ſtill a-while, till time do ſerue: Watch thou, and wake when others be aſleepe, To prie into the ſecrets of the State, Till Henrie ſurfetting in ioyes of loue, With his new Bride, & Englands deere bought Queen, And Humfrey with the Peeres be falne at iarres: Then will I raiſe aloft the Milke-white-Roſe, With whoſe ſweet ſmell the Ayre ſhall be perfum'd, And in in my Standard beare the Armes of Yorke, To grapple with the houſe of Lancaſter, And force perforce Ile make him yeeld the Crowne, Whoſe bookiſh Rule, hath pull'd faire England downe. Why droopes my Lord like ouer-ripen'd Corn, Hanging the head at Ceres plenteous load? Why doth the Great Duke Humfrey knit his browes, As frowning at the Fauours of the world? Why are thine eyes fixt to the ſullen earth, Gazing on that which ſeemes to dimme thy ſight? What ſeeſt thou there? King Henries Diadem, Inchac'd with all the Honors of the world? If ſo, Gaze on, and grouell on thy face, Vntill thy head be circled with the ſame. Put forth thy hand, reach at the glorious Gold. What, is't too ſhort? Ile lengthen it with mine, And hauing both together heau'd it vp, Wee'l both together lift our heads to heauen, And neuer more abaſe our ſight ſo low, As to vouchſafe one glance vnto the ground.