2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 38 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.73 · 508 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
So might your Grace's person be in danger: The sight of me is odious in their eyes: And therefore in this City will I stay, And live alone as secret as I may. Iacke Cade hath gotten London-bridge. The Citizens fly and forsake their houses: The Rascal people, thirsting after prey, join with the Traitor, and they jointly swear To spoil the City, and your Royal Court. Then linger not my Lord, away, take horse. Come Margaret, God our hope will succour us. My hope is gone, now Suffolk is deceased. Farewell my Lord, trust not the Kentish Rebels Trust no body for fear you betrayed. The trust I have, is in mine innocence, And therefore am I bold and resolute. How now? Is Iacke Cade slain? No my Lord, nor likely to be slain: For they have won the Bridge, Killing all those that withstand them: The L. Maior craves aid of your Honour from the Tower To defend the City from the Rebels. Such aid as I can spare you shall command, But I am troubled here with them myself, The Rebels have assayed to win the Tower. But get you to Smithfield, and gather head, And thither I will send you Matthew Goffe.. Fight for your King, your Country, and your Lives, And so farewell, for I must hence again. Now is Mortimer Lord of this City, And here sitting upon London Stone, I charge and command, that of the Cities cost The pissing Conduit run nothing but Claret Wine This first year of our reign. And now henceforward it shall be Treason for any, That calls me other then Lord Mortimer. Iacke Cade, Iacke Cade. Knock him down there. If this Fellow be wise, he'll never call ye Iacke Cade more, I think he hath a very fair warning. My Lord, there's an Army gathered together in Smithfield. Come, then let's go fight with them: But first, go and set London Bridge on fire, And if you can, burn down the Tower too. Come, let's away. So sirs: now go some and pull down the Savoy: Others to ' th' Inns of Court, down with them all. I have a suit unto your Lordship. Be it a Lordship, thou shalt have it for that word. Only that the Laws of England may come out of your mouth. Mass 'twill be sore Law then, for he was thrust in the mouth with a Spear, and 'tis not whole yet. Nay Iohn, it will be stinking Law, for his breath stinks with eating toasted cheese. I have thought upon it, it shall be so. Away, burn all the Records of the Realm, my mouth shall be the Parliament of England. Then we are like to have biting Statutes Unless his teeth be pulled out. And henceforward all things shall be in Common. My Lord, a prize, a prize, here's the Lord Say, which sold the Towns in France. He that made us pay one and twenty fifteens, and one shilling to the pound, the last Subsidy.
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 2258–2313 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 49 in this edition
Length
508 words · 670 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at homecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.733 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T13 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
So might your Graces perſon be in danger: The ſight of me is odious in their eyes: And therefore in this Citty will I ſtay, And liue alone as ſecret as I may. Iacke Cade hath gotten London-bridge. The Citizens flye and forſake their houſes: The Raſcall people, thirſting after prey, Ioyne with the Traitor, and they ioyntly ſweare To ſpoyle the City, and your Royall Court. Then linger not my Lord, away, take horſe. Come Margaret, God our hope will ſuccor vs. My hope is gone, now Suffolke is deceaſt. Farewell my Lord, truſt not the Kentiſh Rebels Truſt no body for feare you betraid. The truſt I haue, is in mine innocence, And therefore am I bold and reſolute. How now? Is Iacke Cade ſlaine? No my Lord, nor likely to be ſlaine: For they haue wonne the Bridge, Killing all thoſe that withſtand them: The L. Maior craues ayd of your Honor from the Tower To defend the City from the Rebels. Such ayd as I can ſpare you ſhall command, But I am troubled heere with them my ſelfe, The Rebels haue aſſay'd to win the Tower. But get you to Smithfield, and gather head, And thither I will ſend you Mathew Goffe. Fight for your King, your Countrey, and your Liues, And ſo farwell, for I muſt hence againe. Now is Mortimer Lord of this City, And heere ſitting vpon London Stone, I charge and command, that of the Cities coſt The piſſing Conduit run nothing but Clarret Wine This firſt yeare of our raigne. And now henceforward it ſhall be Treaſon for any, That calles me other then Lord Mortimer. Iacke Cade, Iacke Cade. Knocke him downe there. If this Fellow be wiſe, hee'l neuer call yee Iacke Cade more, I thinke he hath a very faire warning. My Lord, there's an Army gathered together in Smithfield. Come, then let's go fight with them: But firſt, go and ſet London Bridge on fire, And if you can, burne downe the Tower too. Come, let's away. So ſirs: now go ſome and pull down the Sauoy: Others to' th Innes of Court, downe with them all. I haue a ſuite vnto your Lordſhip. Bee it a Lordſhippe, thou ſhalt haue it for that word. Onely that the Lawes of England may come out of your mouth. Maſſe 'twill be ſore Law then, for he was thruſt in the mouth with a Speare, and 'tis not whole yet. Nay Iohn, it wil be ſtinking Law, for his breath ſtinkes with eating toaſted cheeſe. I haue thought vpon it, it ſhall bee ſo. Away, burne all the Records of the Realme, my mouth ſhall be the Parliament of England. Then we are like to haue biting Statutes Vnleſſe his teeth be pull'd out. And hence-forward all things ſhall be in Common. My Lord, a prize, a prize, heeres the Lord Say, which ſold the Townes in France. He that made vs pay one and twenty Fifteenes, and one ſhilling to the pound, the laſt Subſidie.