2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 19 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour typicality 0.81 · 487 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Can you not see? or will ye not observe The strangeness of his altered Countenance? With what a Majesty he bears himself, How insolent of late he is become, How proud, how peremptory, and unlike himself. We know the time since he was mild and affable, And if we did but glance a far-off Look, Immediately he was upon his Knee, That all the Court admired him for submission. But meet him now, and be it in the Morn, When every one will give the time of day, He knits bis Brow, and shows an angry Eye, And passeth by with stiff unbowed Knee, Disdaining duty that to us belongs. Small Curs are not regarded when they grin, But great men tremble when the Lion rores, And Humphrey is no little Man in England. First note, that he is near you in descent, And should you fall, he is the next will mount. Me seemeth then, it is no Policy, Respecting what a rancorous mind he bears, And his advantage following your decease, That he should come about your Royal Person, Or be admitted to your Highness' Council. By flattery hath he won the Commons hearts: And when he please to make Commotion, 'Tis to be feared they all will follow him. Now 'tis the Spring, and Weeds are shallow-rooted, Suffer them now, and they'll o're-grow the Garden, And choke the Herbs for want of Husbandry. The reverent care I bear unto my Lord, Made me collect these dangers in the Duke. If it be fond, call it a Woman's fear: Which fear, if better Reasons can supplant, I will subscribe; and say I wronged the Duke. My Lord of Suffolk, Buckingham, and York, Reprove my allegation, if you can, Or else conclude my words effectual. Well hath your Highness seen into this Duke: And had I first been put to speak my mind, I think I should have told your Graces Tale. The Duchess, by his subornation, Upon my Life began her devilish practices: Or if he were not privy to those Faults, Yet by reputing of his high descent, As next the King, he was successive Heir, And such high vaunts of his Nobility, Did instigate the Bedlam brainsick Duchess, By wicked means to frame our Sovereign's fall. Smooth runs the Water, where the Brook is deep, And in his simple show he harbours Treason. The Fox barks not, when he would steal the Lamb. No, no, my Sovereign, Glouster is a man Unsounded yet, and full of deep deceit. Did he not, contrary to form of Law, Device strange deaths, for small offences done? And did he not, in his Protectorship, Levy great sums of Money through the Realm, For Soldiers pay in France, and never sent it? By means whereof, the Towns each day revolted. Tut, these are petty faults to faults unknown, Which time will bring to light in smooth Duke Humphrey.
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 1118–1179 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 19 of 49 in this edition
Length
487 words · 651 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.805 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T0 · seed 44: T0 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Can you not ſee? or will ye not obſerue The ſtrangeneſſe of his alter'd Countenance? With what a Maieſtie he beares himſelfe, How inſolent of late he is become, How prowd, how peremptorie, and vnlike himſelfe. We know the time ſince he was milde and affable, And if we did but glance a farre-off Looke, Immediately he was vpon his Knee, That all the Court admir'd him for ſubmiſſion. But meet him now, and be it in the Morne, When euery one will giue the time of day, He knits bis Brow, and ſhewes an angry Eye, And paſſeth by with ſtiffe vnbowed Knee, Diſdaining dutie that to vs belongs. Small Curres are not regarded when they grynne, But great men tremble when the Lyon rores, And Humfrey is no little Man in England. Firſt note, that he is neere you in diſcent, And ſhould you fall, he is the next will mount. Me ſeemeth then, it is no Pollicie, Reſpecting what a rancorous minde he beares, And his aduantage following your deceaſe, That he ſhould come about your Royall Perſon, Or be admitted to your Highneſſe Councell. By flatterie hath he wonne the Commons hearts: And when he pleaſe to make Commotion, 'Tis to be fear'd they all will follow him. Now 'tis the Spring, and Weeds are ſhallow-rooted, Suffer them now, and they'le o're-grow the Garden, And choake the Herbes for want of Husbandry. The reuerent care I beare vnto my Lord, Made me collect theſe dangers in the Duke. If it be fond, call it a Womans feare: Which feare, if better Reaſons can ſupplant, I will ſubſcribe; and ſay I wrong'd the Duke. My Lord of Suffolke, Buckingham, and Yorke, Reproue my allegation, if you can, Or elſe conclude my words effectuall. Well hath your Highneſſe ſeene into this Duke: And had I firſt beene put to ſpeake my minde, I thinke I ſhould haue told your Graces Tale. The Ducheſſe, by his ſubornation, Vpon my Life began her diuelliſh practiſes: Or if he were not priuie to thoſe Faults, Yet by reputing of his high diſcent, As next the King, he was ſucceſſiue Heire, And ſuch high vaunts of his Nobilitie, Did inſtigate the Bedlam braine-ſick Ducheſſe, By wicked meanes to frame our Soueraignes fall. Smooth runnes the Water, where the Brooke is deepe, And in his ſimple ſhew he harbours Treaſon. The Fox barkes not, when he would ſteale the Lambe. No, no, my Soueraigne, Glouſter is a man Vnſounded yet, and full of deepe deceit. Did he not, contrary to forme of Law, Deuiſe ſtrange deaths, for ſmall offences done? And did he not, in his Protectorſhip, Leuie great ſummes of Money through the Realme, For Souldiers pay in France, and neuer ſent it? By meanes whereof, the Townes each day reuolted. Tut, theſe are petty faults to faults vnknowne, Which time will bring to light in ſmooth Duke Humfrey.