2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 39 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T10 England and France: war, embassy and pea · 525 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T10: france, french, england, king, lord, english, edward, talbot, peace, lords.
Well, he shall be beheaded for it ten times: Ah thou Say, thou Surge, nay thou Buckram Lord, now art thou within pointblank of our jurisdiction Regal. What canst thou answer to my Majesty, for giving up of Normandy unto Mounsieur Basimecu, the Dolphin of France? Be it known unto thee by these presence, even the presence of Lord Mortimer, that I am the Besom that must sweep the Court clean of such filth as thou art: Thou hast most traitorously corrupted the youth of the Realm, in erecting a Grammar School: and whereas before, our Forefathers had no other Books but the Score and the Tally, thou hast caused printing to be used, and contrary to the King, his Crown, and Dignity, thou hast built a Papermill. It will be proved to thy Face, that thou hast men about thee, that usually talk of a Noun and a Verb, and such abominable words, as no Christian ear can endure to hear. Thou hast appointed justices of Peace, to call poor men before them, about matters they were not able to answer. Moreover, thou hast put them in prison, and because they could not read, thou hast hanged them, when (indeed) only for that cause they have been most worthy to live. Thou dost ride in a foot-cloth, dost thou not? What of that? Marry, thou ought'st not to let thy horse wear a Cloak, when honester men than thou go in their Hose and Doublets. And work in their shirt to, as myself for example, that am a butcher. You men of Kent. What say you of Kent. Nothing but this: 'Tis bona terra, mala gens. Away with him, away with him, he speaks Latin. Hear me but speak, and bear me wher'e you will: Kent, in the Commentaries Caesar writ, Is termed the ciuel'st place of all this Isle: Sweet is the Country, because full of Riches, The People Liberal, Valiant, Active, Wealthy, Which makes me hope you are not void of pity. I sold not Main, I lost not Normandy, Yet to recover them would lose my life: justice with favour have I always done, prayers and Tears have moved me, Gifts could never. When have I ought exacted at your hands? Kent to maintain, the King, the Realm and you, Large gifts have I bestowed on learned Clerks, Because my Book preferred me to the King. And seeing Ignorance is the curse of God, Knowledge the Wing wherewith we fly to heaven. Unless you be possessed with devilish spirits, You cannot but forbear to murder me: This Tongue hath parleyed unto Foreign Kings For your behoof. Tut, when struck'st thou one blow in the field? Great men have reaching hands: oft have I struck Those that I never saw, and struck them dead. O monstrous Coward! What, to come behind Folkes? These cheeks are pale for watching for your good Give him a box o' th' ear, and that will make 'em red again. Long sitting to determine poor men's causes, Hath made me full of sickness and diseases. Ye shall have a hempen Candle then, & the help of hatchet.
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Well, hee ſhall be beheaded for it ten times: Ah thou Say, thou Surge, nay thou Buckram Lord, now art thou within point-blanke of our Iuriſdiction Regall. What canſt thou anſwer to my Maieſty, for giuing vp of Normandie vnto Mounſieur Baſimecu, the Dolphine of France? Be it knowne vnto thee by theſe preſence, euen the preſence of Lord Mortimer, that I am the Beeſome that muſt ſweepe the Court cleane of ſuch filth as thou art: Thou haſt moſt traiterouſly corrupted the youth of the Realme, in erecting a Grammar Schoole: and whereas before, our Fore-fathers had no other Bookes but the Score and the Tally, thou haſt cauſed printing to be vs'd, and contrary to the King, his Crowne, and Dignity, thou haſt built a Paper-Mill. It will be prooued to thy Face, that thou haſt men about thee, that vſually talke of a Nowne and a Verbe, and ſuch abhominable wordes, as no Chriſtian eare can endure to heare. Thou haſt appointed Iuſtices of Peace, to call poore men before them, about matters they were not able to anſwer. Moreouer, thou haſt put them in priſon, and becauſe they could not reade, thou haſt hang'd them, when (indeede) onely for that cauſe they haue beene moſt worthy to liue. Thou doſt ride in a foot-cloth, doſt thou not? What of that? Marry, thou ought'ſt not to let thy horſe weare a Cloake, when honeſter men then thou go in their Hoſe and Doublets. And worke in their ſhirt to, as my ſelfe for example, that am a butcher. You men of Kent. What ſay you of Kent. Nothing but this: 'Tis bona terra, mala gens. Away with him, away with him, he ſpeaks Latine. Heare me but ſpeake, and beare mee wher'e you will: Kent, in the Commentaries Caeſar writ, Is term'd the ciuel'ſt place of all this Iſle: Sweet is the Covntry, becauſe full of Riches, The People Liberall, Valiant, Actiue, Wealthy, Which makes me hope you are not void of pitty. I ſold not Maine, I loſt not Normandie, Yet to recouer them would looſe my life: Iuſtice with fauour haue I alwayes done, Prayres and Teares haue mou'd me, Gifts could neuer. When haue I ought exacted at your hands? Kent to maintaine, the King, the Realme and you, Large gifts haue I beſtow'd on learned Clearkes, Becauſe my Booke preferr'd me to the King. And ſeeing Ignorance is the curſe of God, Knowledge the Wing wherewith we flye to heauen. Vnleſſe you be poſſeſt with diuelliſh ſpirits, You cannot but forbeare to murther me: This Tongue hath parlied vnto Forraigne Kings For your behoofe. Tut, when ſtruck'ſt thou one blow in the field? Great men haue reaching hands: oft haue I ſtruck Thoſe that I neuer ſaw, and ſtrucke them dead. O monſtrous Coward! What, to come behinde Folkes? Theſe cheekes are pale for watching for your good Giue him a box o' th' eare, and that wil make 'em red againe. Long ſitting to determine poore mens cauſes, Hath made me full of ſickneſſe and diſeaſes. Ye ſhall haue a hempen Candle then, & the help of hatchet.