2 Henry the Sixth (The First Part of the Contention betwixt the Two Famous Houses of York and Lancaster) · chunk 42 of 49
Anonymous / Marlowe, Christopher / Shakespeare, William · published 1623 · first performed or written c.1590 (Annals) history · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T0 Court life: dukes, favour and honour · 498 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T0: duke, lord, duchess, love, court, madam, prince, honour, grace, lady.
Why Buckingham, is the Traitor Cade surprised? Or is he but retired to make him strong? He is fled my Lord, and all his powers do yield, And humbly thus with halters on their necks, Expect your Highness' doom of life, or death. Then heaven set open thy everlasting gates, To entertain my vows of thankes and praise. Soldiers, this day have you redeemed your lives, And showed how well you love your Prince & Country: Continue still in this so good a mind, And Henry though he be infortunate, Assure yourselves will never be unkind: And so with thankes, and pardon to you all, I do dismiss you to your several Countries. God save the King, God save the King. Please it your Grace to be advertised, The Duke of York is newly come from Ireland, And with a puissant and a mighty power Of Gallow-glasses and stout Kerns, Is marching hitherward in proud array, And still proclaimeth as he comes along, His Arms are only to remove from thee The Duke of Somerset, whom he terms a Traitor. Thus stands my state, 'twixt Cade and York distressed, Like to a Ship, that having scaped a Tempest, Is straight way calm, and boarded with a Pirate. But now is Cade driven back, his men dispersed, And now is York in Arms, to second him. I pray thee Buckingham go and meet him, And ask him what's the reason of these Arms: Tell him, I'll send Duke Edmund to the Tower, And Somerset we will commit thee thither, Until his Army be dismissed from him. My Lord, I'll yield myself to prison willingly, Or unto death, to do my Country good. In any case, be not to rough in terms, For he is fierce, and cannot brook hard Language. I will my Lord, and doubt not so to deal, As all things shall redound unto your good. Come wife, let's in, and learn to govern better, For yet may England curse my wretched reign. Fie on Ambitions: fie on myself, that have a sword, and yet am ready to famish. These five days have I hid me in these Woods, and durst not peep out, for all the Country is laid for me: but now am I so hungry, that if I might have a Lease of my life for a thousand years, I could stay no longer. Wherefore on a Brick wall have I climbed into this Garden, to see if I can eat Grass, or pick a Salad another while, which is not amiss to cool a man's stomach this hot weather: and I think this word Salad was borne to do me good: for many a time but for a Salad, my brainpan had been cleft with a brown Bill; and many a time when I have been dry, & bravely marching, it hath served me instead of a quart pot to drink in: and now the word Salad must serve me to feed on.
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Why Buckingham, is the Traitor Cade ſurpris'd? Or is he but retir'd to make him ſtrong? He is fled my Lord, and all his powers do yeeld, And humbly thus with halters on their neckes, Expect your Highneſſe doome of life, or death. Then heauen ſet ope thy euerlaſting gates, To entertaine my vowes of thankes and praiſe. Souldiers, this day haue you redeem'd your liues, And ſhew'd how well you loue your Prince & Countrey: Continue ſtill in this ſo good a minde, And Henry though he be infortunate, Aſſure your ſelues will neuer be vnkinde: And ſo with thankes, and pardon to you all, I do diſmiſſe you to your ſeuerall Countries. God ſaue the King, God ſaue the King. Pleaſe it your Grace to be aduertiſed, The Duke of Yorke is newly come from Ireland, And with a puiſſant and a mighty power Of Gallow-glaſſes and ſtout Kernes, Is marching hitherward in proud array, And ſtill proclaimeth as he comes along, His Armes are onely to remoue from thee The Duke of Somerſet, whom he tearmes a Traitor. Thus ſtands my ſtate, 'twixt Cade and Yorke diſtreſt, Like to a Ship, that hauing ſcap'd a Tempeſt, Is ſtraight way calme, and boorded with a Pyrate. But now is Cade driuen backe, his men diſpierc'd, And now is Yorke in Armes, to ſecond him. I pray thee Buckingham go and meete him, And aske him what's the reaſon of theſe Armes: Tell him, Ile ſend Duke Edmund to the Tower, And Somerſet we will commit thee thither, Vntill his Army be diſmiſt from him. My Lord, Ile yeelde my ſelfe to priſon willingly, Or vnto death, to do my Countrey good. In any caſe, be not to rough in termes, For he is fierce, and cannot brooke hard Language. I will my Lord, and doubt not ſo to deale, As all things ſhall redound vnto your good. Come wife, let's in, and learne to gouern better, For yet may England curſe my wretched raigne. Fye on Ambitions: fie on my ſelfe, that haue a ſword, and yet am ready to famiſh. Theſe fiue daies haue I hid me in theſe Woods, and durſt not peepe out, for all the Country is laid for me: but now am I ſo hungry, that if I might haue a Leaſe of my life for a thouſand yeares, I could ſtay no longer. Wherefore on a Bricke wall haue I climb'd into this Garden, to ſee if I can eate Graſſe, or picke a Sallet another while, which is not amiſſe to coole a mans ſtomacke this hot weather: and I think this word Sallet was borne to do me good: for many a time but for a Sallet, my braine-pan had bene cleft with a brown Bill; and many a time when I haue beene dry, & brauely marching, it hath ſeru'd me inſteede of a quart pot to drinke in: and now the word Sallet muſt ſerue me to feed on.