2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 16 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 0.79 · 506 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.
Why now is Henry King, and Margaret Queen, And Humphrey, Duke of Gloster, scarce himself, That bears so shrewd a maim: two Pulls at once; His Lady banished, and a Limb lopped off. This Staff of Honour reached, there let it stand, Where it best fits to be, in Henry's hand. Thus droops this lofty Pine, & hangs his sprays, Thus Elianors Pride dies in her youngest days. Lords, let him go. Please it your Majesty, This is the day appointed for the Combat, And ready are the Appellant and Defendant, The Armourer and his Man, to enter the Lists, So please your Highness to behold the fight. I, good my Lord: for purposely therefore Left I the Court, to see this Quarrel tried. A Gods Name see the Lifts and all things fit, Here let them end it, and God defend the right. I never saw a fellow worse bestead, Or more afraid to fight, then is the Appellant, The servant of this Armourer, my Lords. Here Neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a Cup of Sack; and fear not Neighbour, you shall do well enough. And here Neighbour, here's a Cup of Charneco. And here's a Pot of good Double-Beere Neighbor: drink, and fear not your Man. Let it come i'faith, and I'll pledge you all, and a fig for Peter. Here Peter, I drink to thee, and be not afraid. Be merry Peter, and fear not thy Master, Fight for credit of the Prentices. I thank you all: drink, and pray for me, I pray you, for I think I have taken my last Draught in this World. Here Robin, and if I die, I give thee my Apron; and Will, thou shalt have my Hammer: and here Tom, take all the Money that I have. O Lord bless me. I pray God, for I am never able to deal with my Master, he hath learned so much fence already. Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows. Sirrah, what's thy Name? Peter forsooth. Peter? what more? Thump. Thump? Then see thou thump thy Master well. Masters, I am come hither as it were upon my Man's instigation, to prove him a Knave, and myself an honest man: and touching the Duke of York, I will take my death, I never meant him any ill, nor the King, nor the Queen: and therefore Peter have at thee with a downright blow. Dispatch, this Knave's tongue begins to double. Sound Trumpet's, Alarm to the Combatants. Hold Peter, hold, I confess, I confess Treason. Take away his Weapon: Fellow thank God, and the good Wine in thy Master's way. O God, have I overcome mine Enemies in this presence? O Peter, thou hast prevailed in right. Go, take hence that Traitor from our sight, For by his death we do perceive his guilt, And God in justice hath revealed to us The truth and innocence of this poor fellow, Which he had thought to have murdered wrongfully. Come fellow, follow us for thy Reward.
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 957–1002 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 16 of 49 in this edition
Length
506 words · 681 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T43 — York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and conflictcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.790 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why now is Henry King, and Margaret Queen, And Humfrey, Duke of Gloſter, ſcarce himſelfe, That beares ſo ſhrewd a mayme: two Pulls at once; His Lady baniſht, and a Limbe lopt off. This Staffe of Honor raught, there let it ſtand, Where it beſt fits to be, in Henries hand. Thus droupes this loftie Pyne, & hangs his ſprayes, Thus Elianors Pride dyes in her youngeſt dayes. Lords, let him goe. Pleaſe it your Maieſtie, This is the day appointed for the Combat, And ready are the Appellant and Defendant, The Armorer and his Man, to enter the Liſts, So pleaſe your Highneſſe to behold the fight. I, good my Lord: for purpoſely therefore Left I the Court, to ſee this Quarrell try'de. A Gods Name ſee the Lyfts and all things fit, Here let them end it, and God defend the right. I neuer ſaw a fellow worſe beſtead, Or more afraid to fight, then is the Appellant, The ſeruant of this Armorer, my Lords. Here Neighbour Horner, I drinke to you in a Cup of Sack; and feare not Neighbor, you ſhall doe well enough. And here Neighbour, here's a Cuppe of Charneco. And here's a Pot of good Double-Beere Neighbor: drinke, and feare not your Man. Let it come yfaith, and Ile pledge you all, and a figge for Peter. Here Peter, I drinke to thee, and be not afraid. Be merry Peter, and feare not thy Maſter, Fight for credit of the Prentices. I thanke you all: drinke, and pray for me, I pray you, for I thinke I haue taken my laſt Draught in this World. Here Robin, and if I dye, I giue thee my Aporne; and Will, thou ſhalt haue my Hammer: and here Tom, take all the Money that I haue. O Lord bleſſe me. I pray God, for I am neuer able to deale with my Maſter, hee hath learnt ſo much fence already. Come, leaue your drinking, and fall to blowes. Sirrha, what's thy Name? Peter forſooth. Peter? what more? Thumpe. Thumpe? Then ſee thou thumpe thy Maſter well. Maſters, I am come hither as it were vpon my Mans inſtigation, to proue him a Knaue, and my ſelfe an honeſt man: and touching the Duke of Yorke, I will take my death, I neuer meant him any ill, nor the King, nor the Queene: and therefore Peter haue at thee with a downe-right blow. Diſpatch, this Knaues tongue begins to double. Sound Trumpets, Alarum to the Combattants. Hold Peter, hold, I confeſſe, I confeſſe Treaſon. Take away his Weapon: Fellow thanke God, and the good Wine in thy Maſters way. O God, haue I ouercome mine Enemies in this preſence? O Peter, thou haſt preuayl'd in right. Goe, take hence that Traytor from our ſight, For by his death we doe perceiue his guilt, And God in Iuſtice hath reueal'd to vs The truth and innocence of this poore fellow, Which he had thought to haue murther'd wrongfully. Come fellow, follow vs for thy Reward.