2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 13 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 517 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T30: constable, squire, tub, clay, worship, justice, turf, mr, hun, valentine.
My Masters of Saint Alban's, Have you not Beadles in your Town, And Things called Whips? Yes, my Lord, if it please your Grace. Then send for one presently. Sirrah, go fetch the Beadle hither strait. Now fetch me a Stool hither by and by. Now Sirrah, if you mean to save yourself from Whipping, leap me over this Stool, and run away. Alas Master, I am not able to stand alone: You go about to torture me in vain. Well Sir, we must have you find your Legs. Sirrah Beadle, whip him till he leap over that same Stool. I will, my Lord. Come on Sirrah, off with your Doublet, quickly. Alas Master, what shall I do? I am not able to stand. O God, seest thou this, and bearest so long? It made me laugh, to see the Villain run. Fellow the Knave, and take this Drab away. Alas Sir, we did it for pure need. Let them be whipped through every Market Town, Till they come to Barwick, from whence they came. Duke Humphrey has done a Miracle to day. True: made the Lame to leap and fly away. But you have done more Miracles than I: You made in a day, my Lord, whole Towns to fly. What Tidings with our Cousin Buckingham? Such as my heart doth tremble to unfold: A sort of naughty persons, lewdly bend, Under the Countenance and Confederacy Of Lady Elinor, the Protectors Wife, The Ringleader and Head of all this Rout, Have practised dangerously against your State, Dealing with Witches and with Conjurers, Whom we have apprehended in the Fact, Raising up wicked Spirits from under ground, Demanding of King Henry's Life and Death, And other of your Highness' Privy Council, As more at large your Grace shall understand. And so my Lord Protector, by this means Your Lady is forthcoming, yet at London. This News I think hath turned your Weapons edge; 'Tis like, my Lord, you will not keep your hour. Ambitious Churchman, leave to afflict my heart: Sorrow and grief have vanquished all my powers; And vanquished as I am, I yield to thee, Or to the meanest Groom. O God, what mischiefs work the wicked ones? Heaping confusion on their own heads thereby. Gloster, see here the Taincture of thy Nest, And look thyself be faultless, thou wert best. Madame, for myself, to Heaven I do appease, How I have loved my King, and Commonweal: And for my Wife, I know not how it stands, Sorry I am to hear what I have heard. Noble she is: but if she have forgot Honour and Virtue, and conversed with such, As like to Pitch, defile Nobility; I banish her my Bed, and Company, And give her as a Prey to Law and Shame, That hath dishonoured Gloucester's honest Name. Well, for this Night we will repose us here: To morrow toward London, back again, To look into this Business thoroughly, And call these foul Offenders to their Answers; And poise the Cause in justice equal Scales, Whose Beam stands sure, whose rightful cause prevails.
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My Maſters of Saint Albones, Haue you not Beadles in your Towne, And Things call'd Whippes? Yes, my Lord, if it pleaſe your Grace. Then ſend for one preſently. Sirrha, goe fetch the Beadle hither ſtraight. Now fetch me a Stoole hither by and by. Now Sirrha, if you meane to ſaue your ſelfe from Whipping, leape me ouer this Stoole, and runne away. Alas Maſter, I am not able to ſtand alone: You goe about to torture me in vaine. Well Sir, we muſt haue you finde your Legges. Sirrha Beadle, whippe him till he leape ouer that ſame Stoole. I will, my Lord. Come on Sirrha, off with your Doublet, quickly. Alas Maſter, what ſhall I doe? I am not able to ſtand. O God, ſeeſt thou this, and beareſt ſo long? It made me laugh, to ſee the Villaine runne. Follow the Knaue, and take this Drab away. Alas Sir, we did it for pure need. Let thē be whipt through euery Market Towne, Till they come to Barwick, from whence they came. Duke Humfrey ha's done a Miracle to day. True: made the Lame to leape and flye away. But you haue done more Miracles then I: You made in a day, my Lord, whole Townes to flye. What Tidings with our Couſin Buckingham? Such as my heart doth tremble to vnfold: A ſort of naughtie perſons, lewdly bent, Vnder the Countenance and Confederacie Of Lady Elianor, the Protectors Wife, The Ring-leader and Head of all this Rout, Haue practis'd dangerouſly againſt your State, Dealing with Witches and with Coniurers, Whom we haue apprehended in the Fact, Rayſing vp wicked Spirits from vnder ground, Demanding of King Henries Life and Death, And other of your Highneſſe Priuie Councell, As more at large your Grace ſhall vnderſtand. And ſo my Lord Protector, by this meanes Your Lady is forth-comming, yet at London. This Newes I thinke hath turn'd your Weapons edge; 'Tis like, my Lord, you will not keepe your houre. Ambitious Church-man, leaue to afflict my heart: Sorrow and griefe haue vanquiſht all my powers; And vanquiſht as I am, I yeeld to thee, Or to the meaneſt Groome. O God, what miſchiefes work the wicked ones? Heaping confuſion on their owne heads thereby. Gloſter, ſee here the Taincture of thy Neſt, And looke thy ſelfe be faultleſſe, thou wert beſt. Madame, for my ſelfe, to Heauen I doe appeaſe, How I haue lou'd my King, and Common-weale: And for my Wife, I know not how it ſtands, Sorry I am to heare what I haue heard. Noble ſhee is: but if ſhee haue forgot Honor and Vertue, and conuers't with ſuch, As like to Pytch, defile Nobilitie; I baniſh her my Bed, and Companie, And giue her as a Prey to Law and Shame, That hath dis-honored Gloſters honeſt Name. Well, for this Night we will repoſe vs here: To morrow toward London, back againe, To looke into this Buſineſſe thorowly, And call theſe foule Offendors to their Anſweres; And poyſe the Cauſe in Iuſtice equall Scales, Whoſe Beame ſtands ſure, whoſe rightful cauſe preuailes.