2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 18 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 460 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Ah Nell, forbear: thou aymest all awry. I must offend, before I be attainted: And had I twenty times so many foes, And each of them had twenty times their power, All these could not procure me any scathe, So long as I am loyal, true, and crimelesse. Wouldst have me rescue thee from this reproach? Why yet thy scandal were not wiped away, But I in danger for the breach of Law. Thy greatest help is quiet, gentle Nell: I pray thee sort thy heart to patience, These few day's wonder will be quickly worn: I summon your Grace to his Majesty's Parliament, Holden at Bury, the first of this next Month. And my consent ne'er asked herein before? This is close dealing. Well, I will be there. My Nell, I take my leave: and Master Sheriff, Let not her Penance exceed the King's Commission. an't please your Grace, here my Commission stays: And Sir Iohn Stanley is appointed now, To take her with him to the I'll of Man. Must you, Sir Iohn, protect my Lady here? So am I given in charge, may't please your Grace. Entreat her not the worse, in that I pray You use her well: the World may laugh again, And I may live to do you kindness, if you do it her. And so Sir Iohn, farewell. What, gone my Lord, and bid me not farewell? Witness my tears, I cannot stay to speak. Art thou gone to? all comfort go with thee, For none abides with me: my joy, is Death; Death, at whose Name I oft have been afeared, Because I wished this World's eternity. Stanley, I prithee go, and take me hence, I care not whither, for I beg no favour; Only convey me where thou art commanded. Why, Madame, that is to the I'll of Man, There to be used according to your State. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: And shall I then be used reproachfully? Like to a Duchess, and Duke Humfrey's Lady, According to that State you shall be used. Sheriff farewell, and better than I far, Although thou hast been Conduct of my shame. It is my Office, and Madame pardon me. I, I, farewell, thy Office is discharged: Come Stanley, shall we go? Madame, your Penance done, Throw off this Sheet, And go we to attire you for our journey. My shame will not be shifted with my Sheet: No, it will hang upon my richest Robes, And show itself, attire me how I can. Go, lead the way, I long to see my Prison. I muse my Lord of Gloster is not come: 'Tis not his wont to be the hindmost man, What e'er occasion keeps him from us now.
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Ah Nell, forbeare: thou aymeſt all awry. I muſt offend, before I be attainted: And had I twentie times ſo many foes, And each of them had twentie times their power, All theſe could not procure me any ſcathe, So long as I am loyall, true, and crimeleſſe. Would'ſt haue me reſcue thee from this reproach? Why yet thy ſcandall were not wipt away, But I in danger for the breach of Law. Thy greateſt helpe is quiet, gentle Nell: I pray thee ſort thy heart to patience, Theſe few dayes wonder will be quickly worne: I ſummon your Grace to his Maieſties Parliament, Holden at Bury, the firſt of this next Moneth. And my conſent ne're ask'd herein before? This is cloſe dealing. Well, I will be there. My Nell, I take my leaue: and Maſter Sherife, Let not her Penance exceede the Kings Commiſſion. And't pleaſe your Grace, here my Commiſſion ſtayes: And Sir Iohn Stanly is appointed now, To take her with him to the Ile of Man. Muſt you, Sir Iohn, protect my Lady here? So am I giuen in charge, may't pleaſe your Grace. Entreat her not the worſe, in that I pray You vſe her well: the World may laugh againe, And I may liue to doe you kindneſſe, if you doe it her. And ſo Sir Iohn, farewell. What, gone my Lord, and bid me not farewell? Witneſſe my teares, I cannot ſtay to ſpeake. Art thou gone to? all comfort goe with thee, For none abides with me: my Ioy, is Death; Death, at whoſe Name I oft haue beene afear'd, Becauſe I wiſh'd this Worlds eternitie. Stanley, I prethee goe, and take me hence, I care not whither, for I begge no fauor; Onely conuey me where thou art commanded. Why, Madame, that is to the Ile of Man, There to be vs'd according to your State. That's bad enough, for I am but reproach: And ſhall I then be vs'd reproachfully? Like to a Ducheſſe, and Duke Humfreyes Lady, According to that State you ſhall be vs'd. Sherife farewell, and better then I fare, Although thou haſt beene Conduct of my ſhame. It is my Office, and Madame pardon me. I, I, farewell, thy Office is diſcharg'd: Come Stanley, ſhall we goe? Madame, your Penance done, Throw off this Sheet, And goe we to attyre you for our Iourney. My ſhame will not be ſhifted with my Sheet: No, it will hang vpon my richeſt Robes, And ſhew it ſelfe, attyre me how I can. Goe, leade the way, I long to ſee my Priſon. I muſe my Lord of Gloſter is not come: 'Tis not his wont to be the hindmoſt man, What e're occaſion keepes him from vs now.