2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 11 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You typicality 0.77 · 511 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Believe me Lords, for flying at the Brook, I saw not better sport these seven years day: Yet by your leave, the Wind was very high, And ten to one, old Ioane had not gone out. But what a point, my Lord, your Falcon made, And what a pitch she flew above the rest: To see how God in all his Creatures works, Yea Man and Birds are fain of climbing high. No marvel, and it like your Majesty, My Lord Protectors Hawks do tower so well, They know their Master loves to be aloft, And bears his thoughts above his Falcon's Pitch. My Lord, 'tis but a base ignoble mind, That mounts no higher than a Bird can sore: I thought as much, he would be above the Clouds. I my Lord Cardinal, how think you by that? Were it not good your Grace could fly to Heaven? The Treasury of everlasting joy. Thy Heaven is on Earth, thine Eyes & Thoughts Beat on a Crown, the Treasure of thy Heart, Pernicious Protector, dangerous Peer, That smoothest it so with King and Commonweal. What, Cardinal? Is your Priesthood grown peremptory? Tantaene animis Coelestibus irae, Churchmen so hot? Good Uncle hide such malice: With such Holiness can you do it? No malice Sir, no more than well becomes So good a Quarrel, and so bad a Peer. As who, my Lord? Why, as you, my Lord, An't like your Lordly Lords Protectorship. Why Suffolk, England knows thine insolence. And thy Ambition, Gloster. I prithee peace, good Queen, And whet not on these furious Peers, For blessed are the Peacemakers on Earth. Fra. me be blessed for the Peace I make Against this proud Protector with my Sword. Faith holy Uncle, will't were come to that. Marry, when thou darest. Make up no factious numbers for the matter, In thine own person answer thy abuse. I, where thou darest not peep: And if thou darest, this Evening, On the East side of the Grove. How now, my Lords? Believe me, Cousin Gloster, Had not your man put up the Fowl so suddenly, We had had more sport. Come with thy twohand Sword. True Uncle, are ye advised? The East side of the Grove: Cardinal, I am with you. Why how now, Uncle Gloster? Talking of Hawking; nothing else, my Lord. Now by God's Mother, Priest, I'll shave your Crown for this, Or all my Fence shall fail. Medice teipsum, Protector see to't well, protect yourself. The Winds grow high, So do your Stomacks, Lords: How irksome is this Music to my heart? When such Strings jar, what hope of Harmony? I pray my Lords let me compound this strife. What means this noise? Fellow, what Miracle dost thou proclaim? A Miracle, a Miracle. Come to the King, and tell him what Miracle. Forsooth, a blind man at Saint Alban's Shrine, Within this half hour hath received his sight, A man that ne'er saw in his life before. Now God be praised, that to believing Souls Gives Light in Darkness, Comfort in Despair.
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 616–689 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 11 of 49 in this edition
Length
511 words · 702 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T29 — Disguise and pursuit in Look About Youcontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.766 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T31 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Beleeue me Lords, for flying at the Brooke, I ſaw not better ſport theſe ſeuen yeeres day: Yet by your leaue, the Winde was very high, And ten to one, old Ioane had not gone out. But what a point, my Lord, your Faulcon made, And what a pytch ſhe flew aboue the reſt: To ſee how God in all his Creatures workes, Yea Man and Birds are fayne of climbing high. No maruell, and it like your Maieſtie, My Lord Protectors Hawkes doe towre ſo well, They know their Maſter loues to be aloft, And beares his thoughts aboue his Faulcons Pitch. My Lord, 'tis but a baſe ignoble minde, That mounts no higher then a Bird can ſore: I thought as much, hee would be aboue the Clouds. I my Lord Cardinall, how thinke you by that? Were it not good your Grace could flye to Heauen? The Treaſurie of euerlaſting Ioy. Thy Heauen is on Earth, thine Eyes & Thoughts Beat on a Crowne, the Treaſure of thy Heart, Pernitious Protector, dangerous Peere, That ſmooth'ſt it ſo with King and Common-weale. What, Cardinall? Is your Prieſt-hood growne peremptorie? Tantaene animis Coeleſtibus irae, Church-men ſo hot? Good Vnckle hide ſuch mallice: With ſuch Holyneſſe can you doe it? No mallice Sir, no more then well becomes So good a Quarrell, and ſo bad a Peere. As who, my Lord? Why, as you, my Lord, An't like your Lordly Lords Protectorſhip. Why Suffolke, England knowes thine inſolence. And thy Ambition, Gloſter. I prythee peace, good Queene, And whet not on theſe furious Peeres, For bl the Peace-makers on Earth. me be bleſſed for the Peace I make Againſt this prowd Protector with my Sword. Faith holy Vnckle, would't were come to that. Marry, when thou dar'ſt. Make vp no factious numbers for the matter, In thine owne perſon anſwere thy abuſe. I, where thou dar'ſt not peepe: And if thou dar'ſt, this Euening, On the Eaſt ſide of the Groue. How now, my Lords? Beleeue me, Couſin Gloſter, Had not your man put vp the Fowle ſo ſuddenly, We had had more ſport. Come with thy two-hand Sword. True Vnckle, are ye aduis'd? The Eaſt ſide of the Groue: Cardinall, I am with you. Why how now, Vnckle Gloſter? Talking of Hawking; nothing elſe, my Lord. Now by Gods Mother, Prieſt, Ile ſhaue your Crowne for this, Or all my Fence ſhall fayle. Medice tepſum, Protector ſee to't well, protect your ſelfe. The Windes grow high, So doe your Stomacks, Lords: How irkeſome is this Muſick to my heart? When ſuch Strings iarre, what hope of Harmony? I pray my Lords let me compound this ſtrife. What meanes this noyſe? Fellow, what Miracle do'ſt thou proclayme? A Miracle, a Miracle. Come to the King, and tell him what Miracle. Forſooth, a blinde man at Saint Albones Shrine, Within this halfe houre hath receiu'd his ſight, A man that ne're ſaw in his life before. Now God be prays'd, that to beleeuing Soules Giues Light in Darkneſſe, Comfort in Deſpaire.