2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 34 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 495 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Hale him away, and let him talk no more: Come Soldiers, show what cruelty ye can. That this my death may never be forgot. Great men oft dye by vild Bezonions. A Roman Sworder, and Bandetto slave Murdered sweet Tully. Bruim Bastard hand Stabbed Iulius Caesar. Savage Islanders Pompey the Great, and Suffolk dies by Pirates. And as for these whose ransom we have set, It is our pleasure one of them departed: Therefore come you with us, and let him go. There let his head, and liveless body lie, Until the Queen his Mistress bury it. O barbarous and bloody spectacle, His body will I bear unto the King: If he revenge it not, yet will his Friends, So will the Queen, that living, held him dear. Come and get thee a sword, though made of a Lath, they have been up these two days. They have the more need to sleep now then. I tell thee, Iacke Cade the Cloathier, means to dress the Commonwealth and turn it, and set a new nap upon it. So he had need, for 'tis threadbare. Well, I say, it was never merry world in England, since Gentlemen came up. O miserable Age: Virtue is not regarded in Handicrafts men. The Nobility think scorn to go in Leather Aprons. Nay more, the King's Council are no good Workmen. True: and yet it is said, Labour in thy Vocation: which is as much to say, as let the Magistrates be labouring men, and therefore should we be Magistrates. Thou hast hit it: for there's no better sign of a brave mind, than a hard hand. I see them, I see them: There's Bests Son, the Tanner of Wingham. He shall have the skins of our enemies, to make Dog's Leather of. And Dick the Butcher. Then is sin struck down like an Ox, and iniquities throat cut like a Calf. And Smith the Weaver. Argo, their thread of life is spun. Come, come, let's fall in with them. We Iohn Cade, so termed of our supposed Father. Or rather of stealing a Cade of Herrings. For our enemies shall fail before us, inspired with the spirit of putting down Kings and Princes. Command silence. Silence. My Father was a Mortimer. He was an honest man, and a good Bricklayer. My mother a Plantagenet. I knew her well, she was a Midwife. My wife descended of the Lacies. She was indeed a Pedlar's daughter, & sold many Laces. But now of late, not able to travel with her furred Pack, she washes bucks here at home. Therefore am I of an honourable house. I by my faith, the field is honourable, and there was he borne, under a hedge: for his Father had never a house but the Cage. Valiant I am. A must needs, for beggary is valiant. I am able to endure much. No question of that: for I have seen him whipped three Market days together.
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Hale him away, and let him talke no more: Come Souldiers, ſhew what cruelty ye can. That this my death may neuer be forgot. Great men oft dye by vilde Bezonions. A Romane Sworder, and Bandetto ſlaue Murder'd ſweet Tully. Bruim Baſtard hand Stab'd Iulius Caeſar. Sauage Iſlanders Pompey the Great, and Suffolke dyes by Pyrats. And as for theſe whoſe ranſome we haue ſet, It is our pleaſure one of them depart: Therefore come you with vs, and let him go. There let his head, and liueleſſe bodie lye, Vntill the Queene his Miſtris bury it. O barbarous and bloudy ſpectacle, His body will I beare vnto the King: If he reuenge it not, yet will his Friends, So will the Queene, that liuing, held him deere. Come and get thee a ſword, though made of a Lath, they haue bene vp theſe two dayes. They haue the more neede to ſleepe now then. I tell thee, Iacke Cade the Cloathier, meanes to dreſſe the Common-wealth and turne it, and ſet a new nap vpon it. So he had need, for 'tis thred-bare. Well, I ſay, it was neuer merrie world in England, ſince Gentlemen came vp. O miſerable Age: Vertue is not regarded in Handy-crafts men. The Nobilitie thinke ſcorne to goe in Leather Aprons. Nay more, the Kings Councell are no good Workemen. True: and yet it is ſaid, Labour in thy Vocation: which is as much to ſay, as let the Magiſtrates be labouring men, and therefore ſhould we be Magiſtrates. Thou haſt hit it: for there's no better ſigne of a braue minde, then a hard hand. I ſee them, I ſee them: There's Beſts Sonne, the Tanner of Wingham. Hee ſhall haue the skinnes of our enemies, to make Dogges Leather of. And Dicke the Butcher. Then is ſin ſtrucke downe like an Oxe, and iniquities throate cut like a Calfe. And Smith the Weauer. Argo, their thred of life is ſpun. Come, come, let's fall in with them. Wee Iohn Cade, ſo tearm'd of our ſuppoſed Father. Or rather of ſtealing a Cade of Herrings. For our enemies ſhall faile before vs, inſpired with the ſpirit of putting down Kings and Princes. Command ſilence. Silence. My Father was a Mortimer. He was an honeſt man, and a good Bricklayer. My mother a Plantagenet. I knew her well, ſhe was a Midwife. My wife deſcended of the Lacies. She was indeed a Pedlers daughter, & ſold many Laces. But now of late, not able to trauell with her furr'd Packe, ſhe waſhes buckes here at home. Therefore am I of an honorable houſe. I by my faith, the field is honourable, and there was he borne, vnder a hedge: for his Father had neuer a houſe but the Cage. Valiant I am. A muſt needs, for beggery is valiant. I am able to endure much. No queſtion of that: for I haue ſeene him whipt three Market dayes together.