2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 8 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.76 · 507 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Whether your Grace be worthy, yea or no, Dispute not that, York is the worthier. Ambitious Warwick, let thy betters speak. The cardinal's not my better in the field. All in this presence are thy betters, Warwick. Warwick may live to be the best of all. Peace Son, and show some reason Buckingham Why Somerset should be preferred in this? Because the King forsooth will have it so. Madame, the King is old enough himself To give his Censure: These are no women's matters. If he be old enough, what needs your Grace To be Protector of his Excellence? Madame, I am Protector of the Realm, And at his pleasure will resign my Place. Resign it then, and leave thine insolence. Since thou wert King; as who is King, but thou? The Commonwealth hath daily run to wrack, The Dolphin hath prevailed beyond the Seas, And all the Peers and Nobles of the Realm Have been as Bondmen to thy Sovereignty. The Commons hast thou racked, the Clergies Bags Are lank and lean with thy Extortions. Thy sumptuous Buildings, and thy Wife's Attire Have cost a mass of public Treasury. Thy Cruelty in execution Upon Offenders, hath exceeded Law, And left thee to the mercy of the Law. Thy sale of Offices and Towns in France, If they were known, as the suspect is great, Would make thee quickly hop without thy Head. Give me my Fan: what, Minion, can ye not? I cry you mercy, Madame: was it you? Was't I? yea, I it was, proud French-woman: Can I come near your Beauty with my Nails, I could set my ten Commandments in your face. Sweet Aunt be quiet, 'twas against her will. Against her will, good King? look to't in time, she'll hamper thee and dandle thee like a Baby: Though in this place most Master wear no Breeches, She shall not strike, Dame Elinor unrevenged. Lord Cardinal, I will follow Elinor, And listen after Humphrey, how he proceeds: she's tickled now, her Fume needs no spurs, she'll gallop far enough to her destruction. Now Lords, my Choler being overblown, With walking once about the Quadrangle, I come to talk of Commonwealth Affairs. As for your spiteful false Objections, Prove them, and I lie open to the Law: But God in mercy so deal with my Soul, As I in duty love my King and Country. But to the matter that we have in hand: I say, my Sovereign, York is meetest man To be your Regent in the Realm of France. Before we make election, give me leave To show some reason, of no little force, That York is most unmeet of any man. I'll tell thee, Suffolk, why I am unmeet. First, for I cannot flatter thee in Pride: Next, if I be appointed for the Place, My Lord of Somerset will keep me here, Without Discharge, Money, or Furniture, Till France be won into the Dolphin's hands: Last time I danced attendance on his will, Till Paris was besieged, famished, and lost.
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 442–507 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 8 of 49 in this edition
Length
507 words · 689 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T31 — Popes, cardinals and the crowncross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.758 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T38 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Whether your Grace be worthy, yea or no, Diſpute not that, Yorke is the worthyer. Ambitious Warwicke, let thy betters ſpeake. The Cardinall's not my better in the field. All in this preſence are thy betters, Warwicke. Warwicke may liue to be the beſt of all. Peace Sonne, and ſhew ſome reaſon Buckingham Why Somerſet ſhould be preferr'd in this? Becauſe the King forſooth will haue it ſo. Madame, the King is old enough himſelfe To giue his Cenſure: Theſe are no Womens matters. If he be old enough, what needs your Grace To be Protector of his Excellence? Madame, I am Protector of the Realme, And at his pleaſure will reſigne my Place. Reſigne it then, and leaue thine inſolence. Since thou wert King; as who is King, but thou? The Common-wealth hath dayly run to wrack, The Dolphin hath preuayl'd beyond the Seas, And all the Peeres and Nobles of the Realme Haue beene as Bond-men to thy Soueraigntie. The Commons haſt thou rackt, the Clergies Bags Are lanke and leane with thy Extortions. Thy ſumptuous Buildings, and thy Wiues Attyre Haue coſt a maſſe of publique Treaſurie. Thy Crueltie in execution Vpon Offendors, hath exceeded Law, And left thee to the mercy of the Law. Thy ſale of Offices and Townes in France, If they were knowne, as the ſuſpect is great, Would make thee quickly hop without thy Head. Giue me my Fanne: what, Mynion, can ye not? I cry you mercy, Madame: was it you? Was't I? yea, I it was, prowd French-woman: Could I come neere your Beautie with my Nayles, I could ſet my ten Commandements in your face. Sweet Aunt be quiet, 'twas againſt her will. Againſt her will, good King? looke to't in time, Shee'le hamper thee and dandle thee like a Baby: Though in this place moſt Maſter weare no Breeches, She ſhall not ſtrike, Dame Elianor vnreueng'd. Lord Cardinall, I will follow Elianor, And liſten after Humfrey, how he proceedes: Shee's tickled now, her Fume needs no ſpurres, Shee'le gallop farre enough to her deſtruction. Now Lords, my Choller being ouer-blowne, With walking once about the Quadrangle, I come to talke of Common-wealth Affayres. As for your ſpightfull falſe Obiections, Proue them, and I lye open to the Law: But God in mercie ſo deale with my Soule, As I in dutie loue my King and Countrey. But to the matter that we haue in hand: I ſay, my Soueraigne, Yorke is meeteſt man To be your Regent in the Realme of France. Before we make election, giue me leaue To ſhew ſome reaſon, of no little force, That Yorke is moſt vnmeet of any man. Ile tell thee, Suffolke, why I am vnmeet. Firſt, for I cannot flatter thee in Pride: Next, if I be appointed for the Place, My Lord of Somerſet will keepe me here, Without Diſcharge, Money, or Furniture, Till France be wonne into the Dolphins hands: Laſt time I danc't attendance on his will, Till Paris was beſieg'd, famiſht, and loſt.