2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 20 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 0.83 · 470 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.
My Lords at once: the care you have of us, To mow down Thorns that would annoy our Foot, Is worthy praise: but shall I speak my conscience, Our Kinsman Gloster is as innocent, From meaning Treason to our Royal Person, As is the sucking Lamb, or harmless Done: The Duke is virtuous, mild, and too well given, To dream on evil, or to work my downfall. Ah what's more dangerous, than this fond affiance? Seems he a Dove? his feathers are but borrowed, For he's disposed as the hateful Raven. Is he a Lamb? his Skin is surely lent him, For he's inclined as is the ravenous Wolves. Who cannot steal a shape, that means deceit? Take heed, my Lord, the welfare of us all, Hangs on the cutting short that fraudful man. All health unto my gracious Sovereign. Welcome Lord Somerset: What News from France? That all your Interest in those Territories, Is utterly bereft you: all is lost. Cold News, Lord Somerset: but Gods will be done. Cold News for me: for I had hope of France, As firmly as I hope for fertile England. Thus are my Blossoms blasted in the Bud, And Caterpillars eat my Leaves away: But I will remedy this gear ere long, Or sell my Title for a glorious Grave. All happiness unto my Lord the King: Pardon, my Liege, that I have stayed so long. Nay Gloster, know that thou art come too soon, Unless thou wert more loyal than thou art: I do arrest thee of High Treason here. Well Suffolk, thou shalt not see me blush, Nor change my Countenance for this Arrest: A Heart unspotted, is not easily daunted. The purest Spring is not so free from mud, As I am clear from Treason to my Sovereign. Who can accuse me? wherein am I guilty? 'Tis thought, my Lord, That you took Bribes of France, And being Protector, stayed the Soldiers pay, By means whereof, his Highness hath lost France. Is it but thought so? What are they that think it? I never robbed the Soldiers of their pay, Nor ever had one penny Bribe from France. So help me God, as I have watched the Night, I, Night by Night, in studying good for England. That Doyt that ere I wrested from the King, Or any Groat I hoarded to my use, Be brought against me at my Trial day. No: many a Pound of mine own proper store, Because I would not tax the needy Commons, Have I dis-pursed to the Garrisons, And never asked for restitution. It serves you well, my Lord, to say so much. I say no more than truth, so help me God. In your Protectorship, you did device Strange Tortures for Offenders, never heard of, That England was defamed by Tyranny.
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 1180–1239 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 49 in this edition
Length
470 words · 616 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T29 — Disguise and pursuit in Look About Youcontext only — excluded from the genre comparison · typicality 0.828 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T34 · seed 44: T31 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
My Lords at once: the care you haue of vs, To mowe downe Thornes that would annoy our Foot, Is worthy prayſe: but ſhall I ſpeake my conſcience, Our Kinſman Gloſter is as innocent, From meaning Treaſon to our Royall Perſon, As is the ſucking Lambe, or harmeleſſe Done: The Duke is vertuous, milde, and too well giuen, To dreame on euill, or to worke my downefall. Ah what's more dangerous, then this fond affiance? Seemes he a Doue? his feathers are but borrow'd, For hee's diſpoſed as the hatefull Rauen. Is he a Lambe? his Skinne is ſurely lent him, For hee's enclin'd as is the rauenous▪ Wolues. Who cannot ſteale a ſhape, that meanes deceit? Take heed, my Lord, the welfare of vs all, Hangs on the cutting ſhort that fraudfull man. All health vnto my gracious Soueraigne. Welcome Lord Somerſet: What Newes from France? That all your Intereſt in thoſe Territories, Is vtterly bereft you: all is loſt. Cold Newes, Lord Somerſet: but Gods will be done. Cold Newes for me: for I had hope of France, As firmely as I hope for fertile England. Thus are my Bloſſomes blaſted in the Bud, And Caterpillers eate my Leaues away: But I will remedie this geare ere long, Or ſell my Title for a glorious Graue. All happineſſe vnto my Lord the King: Pardon, my Liege, that I haue ſtay'd ſo long. Nay Gloſter, know that thou art come too ſoone, Vnleſſe thou wert more loyall then thou art: I doe arreſt thee of High Treaſon here. Well Suffolke, thou ſhalt not ſee me bluſh, Nor change my Countenance for this Arreſt: A Heart vnſpotted, is not eaſily daunted. The pureſt Spring is not ſo free from mudde, As I am cleare from Treaſon to my Soueraigne. Who can accuſe me? wherein am I guiltie? 'Tis thought, my Lord, That you tooke Bribes of France, And being Protector, ſtay'd the Souldiers pay, By meanes whereof, his Highneſſe hath loſt France. Is it but thought ſo? What are they that thinke it? I neuer rob'd the Souldiers of their pay, Nor euer had one penny Bribe from France. So helpe me God, as I haue watcht the Night, I, Night by Night, in ſtudying good for England. That Doyt that ere I wreſted from the King, Or any Groat I hoorded to my vſe, Be brought againſt me at my Tryall day. No: many a Pound of mine owne proper ſtore, Becauſe I would not taxe the needie Commons, Haue I diſ-purſed to the Garriſons, And neuer ask'd for reſtitution. It ſerues you well, my Lord, to ſay ſo much. I ſay no more then truth, ſo helpe me God. In your Protectorſhip, you did deuiſe Strange Tortures for Offendors, neuer heard of, That England was defam'd by Tyrannie.