2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 33 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) T8 Captains, gallants and cheats typicality 0.87 · 512 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T8: captain, master, money, gentleman, little, lieutenant, rogue, pray, minos, honest.
Speak Captain, shall I stab the forlorn Swain. First let my words stab him, as he hath me. Base slave, thy words are blunt, and so art thou. Convey him hence, and on our long boats side, Strike off his head. Thou darest not for thy own. Poole, Sir Poole? Lord, I kennel, puddle, sink, whose filth and dirt Troubles the silver Spring, where England drinks: Now will I dam up this thy yawning mouth, For swallowing the Treasure of the Realm. Thy lips that kissed the Queen, shall sweep the ground: And thou that smil'dst at good Duke Humfries death, Against the senseless winds shall grin in vain, Who in contempt shall hisse at thee again. And wedded be thou to the Hags of hell, For daring to affy a mighty Lord Unto the daughter of a worthless King, Having neither Subject, Wealth, nor Diadem: By devilish policy art thou grown great, And like ambitious Sylla ouergorged, With gobbets of thy Mother-bleeding heart. By thee Anjou and Maine were sold to France. The false revolting Normans through thee, Disdain to call us Lord, and Piccardie Hath slain their Governors, surprised our Forts, And sent the ragged Soldiers wounded home. The Princely Warwick, and the Nevil's all, Whose dreadful swords were never drawn in vain, As hating thee, and rising up in arms: And now the House of York thrust from the Crown, By shameful murder of a guiltless King, And lofty proud encroaching tyranny, Burns with revenging fire, whose hopeful colours Advance our half-faced Sun, striving to shine; Under the which is writ, Inuitis nubibus. The Commons here in Kent are up in arms, And to conclude, Reproach and Beggary, Is crept into the Palace of our King, And all by thee: away, convey him hence. O that I were a God, to shoot forth Thunder Upon these paltry, servile, abject Drudges: Small things make base men proud. This Villain here, Being Captain of a Pinnace, threatens more Than Bargulus the strong Illyrian Pirate. Drones suck not Eagles blood, but rob Bee-hives: It is impossible that I should dye By such a lowly Vassal as thyself. Thy words move Rage, and not remorse in me: I go of Message from the Queen to France: I charge thee waft me safely cross the Channel. Water: W. Come Suffolk, I must waft thee to thy death. Pine gelidus timor occupat artus, it is thee I fear. Thou shalt have cause to fear before I leave thee. What, are ye daunted now? Now will ye stoop. My gracious Lord entreat him, speak him fair. Suffolk's Imperial tongue is stern and rough: Used to command, untaught to plead for favour. far be it, we should honour such as these With humble suit: no, rather let my head Stoop to the block, than these knees bow to any, Save to the God of heaven, and to my King: And sooner dance upon a bloody pole, Then stand uncovered to the Vulgar Groom. True Nobility, is exempt from fear: More can I bear, than you dare execute.
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 2013–2078 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 33 of 49 in this edition
Length
512 words · 715 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T8 — Captains, gallants and cheatscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.874 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T11 · seed 44: T14 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Speak Captaine, ſhall I ſtab the forlorn Swain. Firſt let my words ſtab him, as he hath me. Baſe ſlaue, thy words are blunt, and ſo art thou. Conuey him hence, and on our long boats ſide, Strike off his head. Thou dar'ſt not for thy owne. Poole, Sir Poole? Lord, I kennell, puddle, ſinke, whoſe filth and dirt Troubles the ſiluer Spring, where England drinkes: Now will I dam vp this thy yawning mouth, For ſwallowing the Treaſure of the Realme. Thy lips that kiſt the Queene, ſhall ſweepe the ground: And thou that ſmil'dſt at good Duke Humfries death, Againſt the ſenſeleſſe windes ſhall grin in vaine, Who in contempt ſhall hiſſe at thee againe. And wedded be thou to the Hagges of hell, For daring to affye a mighty Lord Vnto the daughter of a worthleſſe King, Hauing neyther Subiect, Wealth, nor Diadem: By diuelliſh policy art thou growne great, And like ambitious Sylla ouer-gorg'd, With gobbets of thy Mother-bleeding heart. By thee Aniou and Maine were ſold to France. The falſe reuolting Normans thorough thee, Diſdaine to call vs Lord, and Piccardie Hath ſlaine their Gouernors, ſurpriz'd our Forts, And ſent the ragged Souldiers wounded home. The Princely Warwicke, and the Neuils all, Whoſe dreadfull ſwords were neuer drawne in vaine, As hating thee, and riſing vp in armes: And now the Houſe of Yorke thruſt from the Crowne, By ſhamefull murther of a guiltleſſe King, And lofty proud incroaching tyranny, Burnes with reuenging fire, whoſe hopefull colours Aduance our halfe-fac'd Sunne, ſtriuing to ſhine; Vnder the which is writ, Inuitis nubibus. The Commons heere in Kent are vp in armes, And to conclude, Reproach and Beggerie, Is crept into the Pallace of our King, And all by thee: away, conuey him hence. O that I were a God, to ſhoot forth Thunder Vpon theſe paltry, ſeruile, abiect Drudges: Small things make baſe men proud. This Villaine heere, Being Captaine of a Pinnace, threatens more Then Bargulus the ſtrong Illyrian Pyrate. Drones ſucke not Eagles blood, but rob Bee-hiues: It is impoſſible that I ſhould dye By ſuch a lowly Vaſſall as thy ſelfe. Thy words moue Rage, and not remorſe in me: I go of Meſſage from the Queene to France: I charge thee waft me ſafely croſſe the Channell. Water: W. Come Suffolke, I muſt waft thee to thy death. Pine gelidus timor occupat artus, it is thee I feare. Thou ſhalt haue cauſe to feare before I leaue thee. What, are ye danted now? Now will ye ſtoope. My gracious Lord intreat him, ſpeak him fair. Suffolkes Imperiall tongue is ſterne and rough: Vs'd to command, vntaught to pleade for fauour. Farre be it, we ſhould honor ſuch as theſe With humble ſuite: no, rather let my head Stoope to the blocke, then theſe knees bow to any, Saue to the God of heauen, and to my King: And ſooner dance vpon a bloody pole, Then ſtand vncouer'd to the Vulgar Groome. True Nobility, is exempt from feare: More can I beare, then you dare execute.