2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 28 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 0.82 · 512 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.
What dares not Warwick, if false Suffolk dare him? He dares not calm his contumelious Spirit, Nor cease to be an arrogant Controller, Though Suffolk dare him twenty thousand times. Madame be still: with reverence may I say, For every word you speak in his behalf, Is slander to your Royal Dignity. Blunt-witted Lord, ignoble in demeanour, If ever Lady wronged her Lord so much, Thy Mother took into her blameful Bed Some stern vntutur'd Churl; and Noble Stock Was grafted with Crabtree slip, whose Fruit thou art, And never of the Nevil's Noble Race. But that the guilt of Murder bucklers thee, And I should rob the Deathsman of his Fee, Quitting thee thereby of ten thousand shames, And that my Sovereign's presence makes me mild, I would, false murderous Coward, on thy Knee Make thee beg pardon for thy passed speech, And say, it was thy Mother that thou meantest, That thou thyself wast borne in Bastardy; And after all this fearful Homage done, Give thee thy hire, and send thy Soul to Hell, Pernicious bloodsucker of sleeping men. Thou shalt be waking, while I shed thy blood, If from this presence thou darest go with me. Away even now, or I will drag thee hence: Unworthy though thou art, I'll cope with thee, And do some service to Duke Humfrey's Ghost. What stronger Breastplate than a heart untainted? Thrice is he armed, that hath his Quarrel just; And he but naked, though locked up in Steel, Whose Conscience with Injustice is corrupted. What noise is this? Why how now Lords? Your wrathful Weapons drawn, Here in our presence? Dare you be so bold? Why what tumultuous clamour have we here? The traitorous Warwick, with the men of Bury, Set all upon me, mighty Sovereign. Sirs stand apart, the King shall know your mind. Dread Lord, the Commons send you word by me, Unless Lord Suffolk strait be done to death, Or banished fair England's Territories, They will by violence tear him from your Palace, And torture him with grievous lingering death. They say, by him the good Duke Humphrey died: They say, in him they fear your highness' death; And mere instinct of Love and Loyalty, Free from a stubborn opposite intent, As being thought to contradict your liking, Makes them thus forward in his Banishment. They say, in care of your most Royal Person, That if your Highness should intent to sleep, And charge, that no man should disturb your rest, In pain of your dislike, or pain of death; Yet notwithstanding such a straight Edict, Were there a Serpent seen, with forked Tongue, That slyly glided towards your Majesty, It were but necessary you were waked: Lest being suffered in that harmful slumber, The mortal Worm might make the sleep eternal. And therefore do they cry, though you forbidden, That they will guard you, where you will, or no, From such fell Serpents as false Suffolk is; With whose envenomed and fatal sting, Your loving Uncle, twenty times his worth, They say is shamefully bereft of life.
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 1704–1771 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 28 of 49 in this edition
Length
512 words · 690 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T0 — Court life: dukes, favour and honourcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.825 (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)
What dares not Warwick, if falſe Suffolke dare him? He dares not calme his contumelious Spirit, Nor ceaſe to be an arrogant Controller, Though Suffolke dare him twentie thouſand times. Madame be ſtill: with reuerence may I ſay, For euery word you ſpeake in his behalfe, Is ſlander to your Royall Dignitie. Blunt-witted Lord, ignoble in demeanor, If euer Lady wrong'd her Lord ſo much, Thy Mother tooke into her blamefull Bed Some ſterne vntutur'd Churle; and Noble Stock Was graft with Crab-tree ſlippe, whoſe Fruit thou art, And neuer of the Neuils Noble Race. But that the guilt of Murther bucklers thee, And I ſhould rob the Deaths-man of his Fee, Quitting thee thereby of ten thouſand ſhames, And that my Soueraignes preſence makes me milde, I would, falſe murd'rous Coward, on thy Knee Make thee begge pardon for thy paſſed ſpeech, And ſay, it was thy Mother that thou meant'ſt, That thou thy ſelfe waſt borne in Baſtardie; And after all this fearefull Homage done, Giue thee thy hyre, and ſend thy Soule to Hell, Pernicious blood-ſucker of ſleeping men. Thou ſhalt be waking, while I ſhed thy blood, If from this preſence thou dar'ſt goe with me. Away euen now, or I will drag thee hence: Vnworthy though thou art, Ile cope with thee, And doe ſome ſeruice to Duke Humfreyes Ghoſt. What ſtronger Breſt-plate then a heart vntainted? Thrice is he arm'd, that hath his Quarrell iuſt; And he but naked, though lockt vp in Steele, Whoſe Conſcience with Iniuſtice is corrupted. What noyſe is this? Why how now Lords? Your wrathfull Weapons drawne, Here in our preſence? Dare you be ſo bold? Why what tumultuous clamor haue we here? The trayt'rous Warwick, with the men of Bury, Set all vpon me, mightie Soueraigne. Sirs ſtand apart, the King ſhall know your minde. Dread Lord, the Commons ſend you word by me, Vnleſſe Lord Suffolke ſtraight be done to death, Or baniſhed faire Englands Territories, They will by violence teare him from your Pallace, And torture him with grieuous lingring death. They ſay, by him the good Duke Humfrey dy'de: They ſay, in him they feare your Highneſſe death; And meere inſtinct of Loue and Loyaltie, Free from a ſtubborne oppoſite intent, As being thought to contradict your liking, Makes them thus forward in his Baniſhment. They ſay, in care of your moſt Royall Perſon, That if your Highneſſe ſhould intend to ſleepe, And charge, that no man ſhould diſturbe your reſt, In paine of your diſlike, or paine of death; Yet notwithſtanding ſuch a ſtrait Edict, Were there a Serpent ſeene, with forked Tongue, That ſlyly glyded towards your Maieſtie, It were but neceſſarie you were wak't: Leaſt being ſuffer'd in that harmefull ſlumber, The mortall Worme might make the ſleepe eternall. And therefore doe they cry, though you forbid, That they will guard you, where you will, or no, From ſuch fell Serpents as falſe Suffolke is; With whoſe inuenomed and fatall ſting, Your louing Vnckle, twentie times his worth, They ſay is ſhamefully bereft of life.